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Dragon Library Chapter 7

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1chD0akXSYQDupdMfn8-ILZFx9D3WAAhV5H2V34OGnGQ/edit?usp=sharing

She turned her snout toward the window. “We must visit Argathia.”

Gregoras turned his head, confused at the name.

"I don't remember reading about Argathia in any of the place books you've given me."

Nyrla turned back to him.

"That is because Argathia is not a place. You may know her as the Storm Swallower.”

Gregoras’s eyes grew wide. He did in fact know the name Storm Swallower, the dragon of legend that could not only breathe, but control, the power of lightening to a greater degree than anything ever seen on this earth. It would lie on its rock, waiting for sailors to lose their way, so as to capsize their boat and take its meal.

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Dragon Library Chapter 6

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1cZA_MoW0Clxl7fpV8_C62Wxt21f7zNk1wfbVNsJZ0C0/edit?usp=sharing

“Wait, what?” Gregoras leaned in towards Nyrla’s head. “I’m sorry, the wind rushing by must have caused me to mishear you, but I thought you said we were going to catch one of these dangerous drakes.”

“You did not mishear me, this is my exact intention. Again, not to worry, I will be the one doing the catching. Just stay near me, that is important.”

Gregoras leaned backwards. He supposed Nyrla was right, as long as he followed her direction nothing bad would happen. He just couldn’t help the sinking feeling in his stomach. It seemed that something unaccounted for always happened on these sort of expeditions, and he wasn’t keen to see the unaccounted for thing that would happen in the proximity of intelligent, venomous Drakes.

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Fiction Arcade 2

Hello all. Just wanted to announce another work of mine is available on Fiction Arcade. "Goodbye Cindy" can be found under Sci Fi, kecasey again. 

I will be returning to uni from break tomorrow. Regular updates will resume after this.

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Fiction Arcade

Hey all, just want to let you know about a nice little website called Fiction Arcade. If you like to read or write, this is a great website for you.

Writers put up short stories for anywhere between 1-4 tokens. Readers pay for tokens and use these tokens to access these stories. The writer keeps all the money of the worth of the tokens (20 cents per token). 

I've posted up a story. Look under "Fantasy", "kecasey" for "Welcome Home". And look at all the other great stories on here!

http://www.fictionarcade.com/

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Dragon Library Chapter 5

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1kRCQyZcqq0vBBrs2_OKj5y-cS4hNE9U3aLwyMnpLgQw/edit?usp=sharing

He read various books throughout the rest of the day, the sunlight slowly giving way to sunset. As the night came, he put away his last book and stretched in a yawn. He looked over to find that Nyrla was nowhere to be found. He shrugged and began to make his way toward the tent.

“Psst. Hey!”

Gregoras stopped in his tracks. Kov leapt out of the bag and growled lowly. The voice was male, and human, obviously not Nyrla’s.

Gregoras looked around. He could see nothing. He considered calling out, but then figured that would not be wise. What if there was another small dragonling searching in here for him, ready to snap him up while Nyrla wasn’t looking?

He motioned to Kov, and they slowly crept toward the tent.

“I won’t harm you, promise. Look up.”

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Advice to seek the inner meaning within your soul

Don't listen to people who offer to help you find inner meaning

Through specific experiences and their instruction

They are either charlatans

Or woefully self centered

Perhaps oblivious to either fact

I recall marching up a dead volcano with my parents

At the age of 7

Where we stood in an open observatory crowded with people

Waiting for the sun to rise

What meaning did I glean from this deep and heartfelt experience?

I learned that it's fucking cold in Alaska at 3 am

And people in crowds become especially flatulent

But I remember walking at night alone

Through a wooded path cutting to my school

The only light occasional orange glow lampposts

Graffiti painted on the trees, barely seen

And I walked to a fallen trunk smelling of moss and age

And I was overwhelmed by the present

In a way only past or future could previously

But my loved one walked a similar path

And all he could understand

Was that spiders make homes in inconvenient places

And flies are too curious about human mouths

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Reblogging this with fixed link

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1XmOYbik0TnV6jK2UXVR3dLwUGYkwbY5FZHdzrMYXRzo/edit?usp=sharing

In the distance lay the residential manors on the edge of the city, and in the highest window of one such manor an older boy watched these proceedings. Before him lay a vast array of papers with...

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The Dragon Library, Chapter 4

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1CMgdUwfbwNmuROTABf1QoJO7oeaN4jkIaByewL8LHJU/edit?usp=sharing

“You dragons have collected all these creatures?” Gregoras asked with wonder. “I didn’t even know most of these things existed!”

“We dragons of the library study the world. We observe it to collect more knowledge to better the world as a whole.” Nyrla looked down slightly as she flew. Gregoras felt she was flying slightly slower. “Well, that is what we used to do anyway.”

She looked about the room as she continued to fly through it. “So many dragons used to fly through here to watch the creatures, taking notes. Sometimes we would bring groups of young in here, watch their faces filled with wonder. Now, it is empty.”

Gregoras looked about. He had been too distracted by the aquatic creatures to notice, but indeed he and Nyrla were the only ones in here that were not in a tank.

Nyrla let out a heavy sigh. “The war takes much more than most would believe.”

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Writing Exercise From Class - Profession Verbs and Objects

In this particular exercise, we were asked to write down 10 objects on one side of a paper. Then on the other, we were asked to write at least 10 action verbs related to a profession we chose. I chose to write down a bunch of body parts, and the profession I chose was Archaeologist. We were then instructed to make a poem using combinations of these verbs/objects.

Preserve the kneecap

Wash the brain

Mark the leg

Draw the hair

Arrange the hand

Remember the cat - hiding in the backpack

Walk through the airplane - find the shoe

Brush the pencil, observe, careful now

Excavate events

And piece - together

Conclude

Survive

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Writing Exercise From Class - Bumper Stickers

This was an exercise on character. The professor listed a number of different bumper stickers and asked us to create a character that would have one of these stickers on their car. I chose "Bring Back Reagan"

I walk out of my home to find it is a grey day, the evening ripe for a thunderstorm. I smile as I step into my lexus, 2009, eclipse black, a favorite of mine. I set the navigation to my work. Monster Mash starts on my radio, and I scoff derisively before turning it off. Such negative stereotypes still prevalent and accepted in our media, it makes me sick.

I turn my car to park. My coworkers are waiting outside, bragging about recent projects. So young, think themselves so great because they made a mindless ghoul or two. And liberals. All of them. Bah.

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Writing exercise from class-Sunset

Sunsets are closure. They represent the ending of a long, tiring period of time. There's nothing more perfect, nothing more symbolic and beautiful, than being here watching this sunset over the water right now. Finally, it is done. Months of planning, and worrying, all my hard toil has borne its fruit. I see the blood-red reflection of the setting sun mirrored in the water. It casts its light over my marked face, and I am content. I drop my jaw and release a laugh, spreading my crimson-stained arms around this sea and around this perfect sunset as the light falls from my face and the roar of sirens grows closer. I am ready.

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The Dragon Library, Chapter 3

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1tWoINI3hX_JLKQkd1rG4yuKt2TksUA9uRiL2O0VM0HM/edit?usp=sharing

He pushed the wooden door down and stepped over it, groggy. He glanced to the window to see that it was still dark outside. Nyrla was briskly thumping about, her tail waving in the distance. On her back was a large satchel.

“You are prepared? Good. I have made rations for the both of us.” 

She wandered back over, her enormous scaled head looming out of the darkness, nearly giving Gregoras a heart attack.

“I understand your reluctance, but you are required in this case to ride on my back on the way over. Not to worry, the satchel has a strap to hold you.” 

“Do I have to?” Gregoras whined. “I’m not a fan of flying.”

 “It is the only way, unless you intend to match speed with myself. In my studies of humans, I have found none that could even attempt to keep up with a dragon in flight.”

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Great news

So I'll have my laptop back this Monday. Things will resume back to normal soon.

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The Dragon Library, Chapter 2

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1lyYjPPQJluQS2P_n71HlQgMco7vHxpNoU3veXp8hgA0/edit?usp=sharing

The further they ran, the denser the crowd was as more people poured into the main street, desperate to get away. Gregoras clung to his book bag tightly, not wanting some quick minded scoundrel to make off with it. As he pulled the bag close to his self, he was nearly knocked to the ground by the crowd. He managed to catch his senses and continue his run, only to realize that his family was nowhere to be seen.

“Frent? Mom?” he shouted, as he tried to maneuver through the crowd. People were screaming again. He dared not look behind him, but Gregoras could hear the sound of wings flapping not far in the sky, the not so distant primal roar of those feared and hated beasts. Gregoras bowed his head and ran, trying to ignore the sounds of impending doom.

And then, he could ignore it no more.

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As soon as I start this thing

So posts on here are going to be rather limited, if not entirely delayed, for a few days. My laptop screen broke and it's currently being fixed. They gave me an estimate of "a few days" so that's the best I know. On the bright side, I found a working electronic typewriter thing at my local thrift store for $11. So I can still do my typed homework while annoying everyone in my house. It's a win-win.

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The Unthinking Rock

"Over there sits a rock. Now, what d'you suppose it's thinking right now?"

Two people stood on a hilltop, staring down at what could only be assumed to be a rock.

"I suppose it's not thinking about nothing. It's a rock."

"Yes, but how would you know? Hell, how do I even know you're thinkin?"

"You damn well know I'm thinkn', and don't you deny it. Not so sure about you."

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well I’m not the idiot goin’ on about whether or not rocks think.”

“Ok, that’s it-“

A philosophical conversation ended in a fistfight as the two rolled down the hill trying to convince the other they were, indeed, thinking. As they fought, they ran over the unthinking rock.

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I might eventually go and edit this but

Likes can only go so far for artists. Artists may exclusively upload their artwork to tumblr, or don’t have the time to use other sites and prefer tumblr over deviantART due to its simplicity, but the tagging system can make it harder to navigate. Many artists on tumblr tag with high-traffic tags or use their own tags to prevent tag clogging which eventually become lost. That’s why it’s very important to reblog an artist’s work. 

I’m not trying to push you to ruin your blog’s aesthetic or something, nor am I saying that “you must absolutely reblog your favourite artist’s work or you’re trash”, all I’m saying is if you truly want to support your favourite artist, instead of just liking their posts, try to reblog them once in a while. The more reblogs they receive, the more exposure/notes/followers they may receive, and it’s just one of the easiest ways to show you care about them.

*This does not mean to reblog unsourced artwork or works reuploaded to another person’s blog without permission (re:stolen). Nor does this mean to reblog artworks without the artist’s consent, even if this case is slim.