Dragons We Are II

So last week you got to read Glenda’s flamy, scorchish DRAGON story. Now here’s Janie’s riff on the same theme. Are you a dragon? We think we might be…at least sometimes.

Are We Really Just Dragons?

There are days
When my teeth feel HUGE
And pointy

And my tongue feels like
It wants to throw flames
Hither and thither

At anyone and
Every one
I behold

It happened today
I was thinking really mean things
About everyone in my path

And I began to consider
How fun it actually might be
To be

A DRAGON

Then I thought,
“You know,
Maybe we actually all are dragons.”

We are essentially just
Barely tamed wild animals
After all

Running around doing mean things
To one another and
Making up excuses for

Why it’s OK
To do them
In the first place

Things like:
“She pushed me first,” and
“It was my turn,” and such

And then there’s all the
Yucky stuff we keep
Doing to the planet!!!

That’s a lot like flame throwing you know
Have you noticed, the forests are on fire a lot lately
Aren’t they???!!!!

Well I could go on
And on
Down this ugly road don’t you know?

So there you go.
That’s my argument
Do I win the debate?

Are we? Or are we not?
Dragons, barely disguised as humans
And running around reeking havoc?

Trying as hard as we can
To devour one another
Before we ourselves get eaten?

© Janie Wilson
10/23/19

We Are DRAGON!

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The other day we were both feeling a bit scorchish, and we began to imagine that all of us are really dragons parading around as people. So we decided to write about our flamy imaginings. Here’s Glenda’s take. 

Watch It!

It was a good thing it rained yesterday–yesterday, when I was out walking in my “neighborhood” over by the construction site. A new building is going up and everything is a big, muddy mountain of dirt. The workers throw the trash from their lunches onto the sidewalk and the street. Bottles, chip bags, Styrofoam containers, plastic bags are everywhere. And I was out and about, traipsing over this collection of artifacts. I was steamed but I ignored it.

But then, I tripped on the bag of concrete and the detour sign, left on the sidewalk–blocking my way. So I let loose. I couldn’t stop myself. My nose grew hot, my jaw opened. I threw a flame that melted their misplaced sign–melted it into a puddle of plastic–orange and black. Gone. Humph! “That feels better,” I thought.

It’s a good thing that rain cloud burst and put out the fire on the fence. The chain-link fence was about to melt away, too, which would have made the police cruiser passing by, stop and nail me for larceny. As it turned out, the officer didn’t see a thing–not my dragon self, anyway. He saw only the little old lady making her way down the sidewalk, gray hair–smoking a little.

My advice to you is: Watch it. Don’t cross me. I’m a dragon after all, and I’m feeling testy these days.

© Glenda Kotchish
October 23, 2019

Stay tuned for Janie’s next week.  

The Christmas Dragon

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Second Edition of The Christmas Dragon is on the shelves!

One Christmas a dragon showed up to help with the preparations. Things got a little out of hand. Even the cat was worried. In the end the Christmas Dragon’s special gift brought a new perspective to the holiday hustle and bustle.

By Janie Holliday Wilson

Illustrated by Glenda Kotchish

Click here to order on Amazon.

Six Word Stories

In the vein of Ernest Hemingway where less is more, we are exploring six word stories. It’s a fun exercise that helps one ferret out the essence of the story’s intention.

Here’s Janie’s progression from 9 to 8 and to 6 words

  • There was no escaping this choice she had made.
  • She settled into the choice she had made
  • No escape for her choice now. 

 

Here’s two by Glenda:

  • Eyes on cell phone, missed her glance.
  • Birthed children she couldn’t bare.

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