"She grabbed the dragon and slammed it down in front of Mr. Musty. She had remembered this part clearly, where the dragon leaned its head in close to the massive buffalo after it had used its great wings to launch itself over them. In her dreams Mr. Musty was large enough that she could lay across his shoulders and still not worry about falling off, while his head was wider than her mom’s SUV. However the dragon’s head was even larger. As he leaned in, the smell of the sea overwhelmed her, and the vertical slashes on his muzzle flexed as he snorted before his lips spread and he showed teeth the size of swords." Tyler
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Our friend Tyler offers us this story for a Halloween season. pl
Well done. Quite properly creepy.
Posted by: Basilisk | October 20, 2012 at 10:03 AM
Terrific story, Tyler. You are able to express your vivid imagination clearly and interestingly. Either that or you've been experiencing some kind of shamanic ecstasy out in the southwestern deserts. No matter how you got to it, you created a very rich world.
Posted by: The Twisted Genius | October 20, 2012 at 06:08 PM
Thank you Basilisk. Coming from you, with your excellent prose that I've read on here, that means a lot.
Posted by: Tyler | October 20, 2012 at 06:21 PM
Thank you. I am glad you enjoyed it.
Posted by: Tyler | October 22, 2012 at 02:26 AM
TTG,
I wrote my first Grey story when I was 16, but it is only now after life experience I can get a grip on the world he inhabits.
A friend read this and said that if someone had told her a story blended Native American religion, Catholic mysticism, Voodoo, and the Song of Rolande she would have pronounced it an unreadable car crash of a tale. Then she read this.
I am glad you have found the blending to your taste.
Posted by: Tyler | October 22, 2012 at 10:40 PM