If I were a dragon I think my treasure would be books. Old and new; piled high beneath my scaly wings. I’d perch atop them and select a new one to read each day. I’d keep them dry in my dragon-cave with my fiery breath and keep them safe forever.
If I were a dragon my hoard would be friends. Each person special to my heart protected from danger by my ferocious roar. My bat-like wings would fly them from trouble and curl around to keep them warm.
If I were a dragon I think I would keep a collection of outcasts like gold. All those who think they are not good enough, not strong enough, not enough. I would crown them all as fair princes and princesses and keep them in my tower. Not as prisoners but as new friends.
If I were a dragon I would never hurt a soul. I would collect my books and my friends and my lost souls. I would treasure them all like a parent placing a drawing upon a fridge. They will be my hoard; my cave of wonders. It will be lit with the sparkle of fairy-lights, not gold and gems. It will be kept warm by the heat of love and it will strike fear only into those full of hate.
I recently turned 28 so I thought I'd look back on the previous year. A concept entirely stolen from much smarter people than me. (FWIW, I originally saw this on the MyHarto YouTube channel)
Here's to 2018, it can only be better than 2017 (the bar is set quite low).
Is everything falling apart? Did I almost cry in Tesco? Maybe. Here have a thing I don't like but it's all I have.
The text had come through almost 3 hours ago. 3 hours since those 3 words had flashed up on the screen and she had smiled. There’d been a heart emoji at the end, just like always.
3 hours and so much had changed.
A prompt from Claudia S. Thank you!
Laurie was like any other person, she had layers, many of them. And if you tried to cut through to those many layers she would probably make you cry.
It wasn’t her tragic backstory (although it could certainly lead a person to tears). It wasn’t the melancholy way she spoke of her teenage years of stubborn independence. No, the tears would most likely be caused by Laurie herself. Some people cover their pain with humour. Laurie was bitingly mean when she needed to be. Keeping people at arm’s length certainly was a terrific way to never reveal her innermost thoughts and desires.
There was a girl with purple hair who sat at the same table at the same time every day.
She was beautiful.
One time her hair had faded to a weird pinkish red but the very next day it was bright purple again, shiny and vibrant against her black coat. Her nails were a matching shade and they clicked delightfully when she tapped out a text.
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