CrazyGal

Well, i havent written much before, and this story hasn't yet been finished, any comments would be very useful, or suggestions of where to go next storyline wise but yeah, enjoy

Cinnamon

When James was a little kid, he was always told “time is like soap, one minute you have it, and the next, it has slipped out of your hands”. Looking at his situation, he decided that it was definitely true, too true for his liking.

The rough rocky path crunched beneath his feet and his heart pounded as he ran. He knew the man probably wouldn’t be chasing him, he knew he shouldn’t have detoured through his garden though either. It was his own fault for having such a low fence, he thought, remembering how easy it had been to slip over it. He had been angry, his glaring said that much. If his friend hadn’t insisted they play his brand new game for that extra twenty minutes then he wouldn’t have had to make an unfortunate detour.

He slowed to a walk as he passed down a back route, when he noticed instantly that the street lamp had stopped working. As his eyes adjusted to the dark he realised that he had taken the wrong route, he had meant to take the other one, it was slightly shorter. Might as well carry on, he thought, it would just take longer to turn around and go the other way now. As he walked in the complete silence, not uncommon for around one o’clock in the morning, he whistled the song for the game he had spent his last four hours, and twenty minutes playing.

Out of the corner of his eye he glimpsed a tiny flash of red, as if some unseen light had reflected off of something hidden in the undergrowth. Being a seventeen year old teenager, he was immediately curious and strained his eyes to see something there. But it was almost completely pitch black, with a minimal amount of light from the new moon. So without a second thought he headed towards where he had seen the glimmer.

As he clambered through the incredibly overgrown grass, weeds snagged at his jeans, and the dew began to soak into them at the bottom, and an unkempt hedge became visible in front of him. He crouched and peered into an unusual gap that had been made as if, recently, something had often passed through there.

He inhaled sharply, stunned with disbelief. Unable to remain silent he quietly told himself, “It’s not possible. It can’t be. It couldn’t be. There is no way that’s real.”
He ran his eyes over what he had seen again and again, eyebrows raised and eyes wide. It was an animal, like nothing he had ever seen. It was roughly the same size as a cat, and was curled in a tight ball with its tail wound round itself and the tip just touching its snout. But what was so very startling was that, it was built clearly like a mammal, but it was a scaled creature, and its tail, at the tip became a jagged heart shaped spike. He gasped again as it stirred, and he saw its broad wings as it stretched, thin, but well defined and lightly rippled with muscles, and you could see how powerful they would become as the animal grew to its full size. As it yawned it turned its face to inspect him, its large bright blue eyes studied him with a startling intelligence. It blinked slowly, and with a satisfied snort, turned to ignore him and clean its front feet, paws perhaps, in a catlike manner.

He continued to stare at it, the way it had looked at him. He shivered; it was the most intelligent creature he had ever seen. A real life dragon! But he could tell it was only young, a hatchling even, he guessed it to be a month old, at the most.

It now seemed satisfied with the cleanliness of its deadly looking claws and returned its gaze to him once more, with its head cocked to one side, curiosity apparent in its features. James who had been staring vacantly at the ground, deep in thought, suddenly noticed it was looking at him again. He looked down at it as it was sitting on its haunches, swishing its tail absently from side to side, and eased his hand out towards it. It was sat silently, body language giving nothing away as he moved to touch its smoothly scaled head. Its bright blue eyes gazed intently up into his green ones and he smiled nervously, arm hovering, extended. With another gentle snort it raised its head. It gentle nudged his hand in a reassuring way, and surprised, he grinned and carefully ran his hand down the length of its body, admiring its so brightly gleaming red scales that they could reflect even the dullest of glimmers in the dark.

The dragon’s eyes remained fixed upon James’ face as he studied it more thoughtfully, and with further awe. His gaze met with its eyes again, and he saw the intelligence there, and wondered if it could understand what he was saying if he spoke to it. He cast an unseeing glance around him, trying to think of something he could say, without sounding silly, if that was even possible.
“You’re a stunning little dragon aren’t you?” He began, “My name is James, you are a very intelligent creature I can tell, do you have a name?” he continued. Of course he didn’t really expect an answer, completely baffled as to how it could possibly reply; he found it impossible to believe it would talk, at this or any age.

It shifted its weight and cocked its head to one side again, a contemplative look on its features. After a minute, it arched its back to stretch out its left wing and, in the sandy dirt in front of it, etched the words: “Yes, my name is Cinnamon”

Jericho's Downfall

i liked the story but if James's name was Cinnamon i would be laughing my ass off...but it doesn't seem that much like a comedy so...

either way it is pretty good and i like this line: “time is like soap, one minute you have it, and the next, it has slipped out of your hands”.

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olrayt

great job! it's ready for another installment!

my only complaint is the font. make it slightly bigger!

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CrazyGal

Glad you liked it, i love writting random things like that, and thought i would use it.

Glad you think it is good, and whoops, i guess the font was a bit small, will write more when i get a chance