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"Spirit of the West" 5"Spirit of the West" 5 by DeathlessLord
Skunk cannonballed off the deep end of the motel pool and swamped Stick with the resulting wave.
Stick looked around for Skunk and frowned: he was alone. Then something grabbed his feet and pulled him under. Stick screamed and thrashed. The little elf somersaulted under water then popped back up, dog paddling.
Maeryt gave a belated start and hauled himself half out of the frothing hot tub to look. Wha..?
Skunk dripped down at Stick, grinning, then squirted water into his face.
Stick splashed Skunk, kicked at him and staggered out of the pool. He stomped his way outside in the direction of the room, leaving little wet elf prints on the sidewalk.
Skunk watched the top of Sticks head bob along the wall of windows and snickered. He got out of the pool and sat on the edge of the hot tub, dangling his legs in the warm water.
Maeryt blinked. I think you made him mad.
Skunk snickered again. C
"Spirit of the West" 4"Spirit of the West" 4 by DeathlessLord
The sky was an upturned bowl of porcelain blue, rippled here and there with high wispy cirrus clouds. The slick rock was a painting of red and gold, and the bleached buffalo grass waved gaily in the wind. The sun glittered on the windows of a swiftly traveling car and made a stark contrast of black and white in the ruin of the mobile home.
The car startled a dark hawk out of a dead cottonwood tree and it circled lazily overhead. Its shrill cry echoed against the cliffs.
The car a Law & Order carryall by the bar of strobes on the roof and official looking buffalo-seal on the door- came closer, bouncing over the less then well maintained road and eventually stopped politely in front of Sams house, not too far from the oil-spot on the ground. It honked once. The driver opened the car door and swung his legs out. He sat and waited for someone to come to the screen door, to let him know they were ready to receive visit
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Lost and Found Dragon
His wings were not working like they used to in days of old,
Slowly, inexorably, he was sinking towards the waters of the dark abyss below.
Once long ago he was described by one who knew him as a black swan, powerful in flight but silent in soul,
but no more, different dreams and perceptions made him an outcast among his own kind.
Ridicule from those not gifted with his sight were the first cuts to his soul,
silence and withdrawal were his response.
Then the one whom he thought could love him turned out to be like all the others,
Unprovoked attacks left him bewildered, confused, ever more lonely and hurt.
Caring and devotion were repaid with second place status,
How dare he take up her precious time, she had so many more important things to deal with ... than him.
Still, responsibilities, obligations, promises kept him until the dark abyss grew too close.
He would have stayed but he needed something to hold onto, no matter how small ... but there was nothing.
Now not even a welcoming s
If you don't believe in dragons,|
It is curiously true
That the dragons you disparage
Choose to not believe in you.
~ Jack Prelutsky
Current Residence: Somewhere around a corner, confused with infinity
Favourite genre of music: Rock
Favourite style of art: Fantasy
Personal Quote: "Creativity is allowing yourself to make mistakes. Art is knowing which ones to keep."