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  1. Empire of Dragons @dragonshortstories.wordpress.com@dragonshortstories.wordpress.com ·

    Ghosts of the Snow Village (Requiem of the Villagers)


    The truck bobs back and forth as it departs for Turin
    At the nearest bar, Roy excitedly converses with his closest friends
    His words leak truth about Pop, about the Praying Festival
    And about Eastern itself

    “I had so much fun! You should have seen it! You should have been there!”
    “We can probably still make it! It’s just an hour drive away! I’ll tell Ashuton you’re with me.”

    Sitting in the far corner, listening to their conversation,
    was a ghost clad in modern black
    she departed, her dress swaying with her
    her heels clicked the cobble with every step
    and Tulip met her Leader in the alleyway

    Tulip pleads to him, “We can save ourselves. We can salvage whatever we have left. Ashuton is within our reach.”

    She was nearly begging him for the O.K to go
    He thought about it—not long—and knew it would be a daunting task
    But the desires were O-so-sweet

    Our tourist would never fall for such a thing
    Right now our tourist is snug and warm,
    Sitting under Ashuton’s crape myrtle tree
    It’s flowering blossoms give off warm heat
    And attract a parade of moths

    “I can sing a story, you know,” says the forest boy, Ashuton, “I’ll sing one for you. This one is about my cousin Mischevous. He was a dragon shifter like me, but he could never hide that tail of his.”

    He took a deep breath and sang

    In the closed womb of High Glassian
    The inhabitants fought, forever entombed by emotions
    My dear cousin began questing to change that
    For the equality of dragons and dragon shifters

    He always said,
    “I seek and I sought.
    I came and I wrought.”

    The last lines stick with our tourist, whom does not know how to interpret that into simple english

    When the calm passes, the tourist falls asleep under the tree
    Ashuton stays awake, not feeling tired yet

    A ghostly child approaches Ashuton

    With a cutesy laugh, it says, “you should watch out tomorrow?”

    And the forest boy merrily replies, “Mischevous! Why are you here and what do you mean?”

    “Um…Leader is coming with three teams. He wants to kill you!”

    Ashuton drew back, “that’s absurd!”

    Mischevous shook his head, “nuh-uh. I heard him.”

    The ghost sat beside Ashuton and he couldn’t help but ask, “how are you able to contact me so easily?”

    Mischevous shrugged, “I’m on break.”

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  2. Empire of Dragons @dragonshortstories.wordpress.com@dragonshortstories.wordpress.com ·

    Ghosts of the Snow Village (Requiem of the Villagers)


    The truck bobs back and forth as it departs for Turin
    At the nearest bar, Roy excitedly converses with his closest friends
    His words leak truth about Pop, about the Praying Festival
    And about Eastern itself

    “I had so much fun! You should have seen it! You should have been there!”
    “We can probably still make it! It’s just an hour drive away! I’ll tell Ashuton you’re with me.”

    Sitting in the far corner, listening to their conversation,
    was a ghost clad in modern black
    she departed, her dress swaying with her
    her heels clicked the cobble with every step
    and Tulip met her Leader in the alleyway

    Tulip pleads to him, “We can save ourselves. We can salvage whatever we have left. Ashuton is within our reach.”

    She was nearly begging him for the O.K to go
    He thought about it—not long—and knew it would be a daunting task
    But the desires were O-so-sweet

    Our tourist would never fall for such a thing
    Right now our tourist is snug and warm,
    Sitting under Ashuton’s crape myrtle tree
    It’s flowering blossoms give off warm heat
    And attract a parade of moths

    “I can sing a story, you know,” says the forest boy, Ashuton, “I’ll sing one for you. This one is about my cousin Mischevous. He was a dragon shifter like me, but he could never hide that tail of his.”

    He took a deep breath and sang

    In the closed womb of High Glassian
    The inhabitants fought, forever entombed by emotions
    My dear cousin began questing to change that
    For the equality of dragons and dragon shifters

    He always said,
    “I seek and I sought.
    I came and I wrought.”

    The last lines stick with our tourist, whom does not know how to interpret that into simple english

    When the calm passes, the tourist falls asleep under the tree
    Ashuton stays awake, not feeling tired yet

    A ghostly child approaches Ashuton

    With a cutesy laugh, it says, “you should watch out tomorrow?”

    And the forest boy merrily replies, “Mischevous! Why are you here and what do you mean?”

    “Um…Leader is coming with three teams. He wants to kill you!”

    Ashuton drew back, “that’s absurd!”

    Mischevous shook his head, “nuh-uh. I heard him.”

    The ghost sat beside Ashuton and he couldn’t help but ask, “how are you able to contact me so easily?”

    Mischevous shrugged, “I’m on break.”

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    #Dragons #ShortStories #literature #books #reading #Poetry #Anime #Fantasy #Writing #Ashuton #Fiction #shortStory #Mischevous
  3. Empire of Dragons @dragonshortstories.wordpress.com@dragonshortstories.wordpress.com ·

    Ghosts of the Snow Village (Requiem of the Villagers)


    The truck bobs back and forth as it departs for Turin
    At the nearest bar, Roy excitedly converses with his closest friends
    His words leak truth about Pop, about the Praying Festival
    And about Eastern itself

    “I had so much fun! You should have seen it! You should have been there!”
    “We can probably still make it! It’s just an hour drive away! I’ll tell Ashuton you’re with me.”

    Sitting in the far corner, listening to their conversation,
    was a ghost clad in modern black
    she departed, her dress swaying with her
    her heels clicked the cobble with every step
    and Tulip met her Leader in the alleyway

    Tulip pleads to him, “We can save ourselves. We can salvage whatever we have left. Ashuton is within our reach.”

    She was nearly begging him for the O.K to go
    He thought about it—not long—and knew it would be a daunting task
    But the desires were O-so-sweet

    Our tourist would never fall for such a thing
    Right now our tourist is snug and warm,
    Sitting under Ashuton’s crape myrtle tree
    It’s flowering blossoms give off warm heat
    And attract a parade of moths

    “I can sing a story, you know,” says the forest boy, Ashuton, “I’ll sing one for you. This one is about my cousin Mischevous. He was a dragon shifter like me, but he could never hide that tail of his.”

    He took a deep breath and sang

    In the closed womb of High Glassian
    The inhabitants fought, forever entombed by emotions
    My dear cousin began questing to change that
    For the equality of dragons and dragon shifters

    He always said,
    “I seek and I sought.
    I came and I wrought.”

    The last lines stick with our tourist, whom does not know how to interpret that into simple english

    When the calm passes, the tourist falls asleep under the tree
    Ashuton stays awake, not feeling tired yet

    A ghostly child approaches Ashuton

    With a cutesy laugh, it says, “you should watch out tomorrow?”

    And the forest boy merrily replies, “Mischevous! Why are you here and what do you mean?”

    “Um…Leader is coming with three teams. He wants to kill you!”

    Ashuton drew back, “that’s absurd!”

    Mischevous shook his head, “nuh-uh. I heard him.”

    The ghost sat beside Ashuton and he couldn’t help but ask, “how are you able to contact me so easily?”

    Mischevous shrugged, “I’m on break.”

    Rate this:

    #Dragons #ShortStories #literature #books #reading #Poetry #Anime #Fantasy #Writing #Ashuton #Fiction #shortStory #Mischevous