Challenge - Dragon

[Marky Lazer]

We have a great artist hangin around here, Dachux, who has drawn some of the best dragons I have ever seen. So, I got this idea... What if we as a challenge write a short story (max 1,500 words) where dragons are involved?

Any takers?

[Rosemary]

I think that's a super idea Marky. Do they have to be able to read in the story?

[Marky Lazer]

Originally Posted by Rosemary

I think that's a super idea Marky. Do they have to be able to read in the story?

Um... well, that's up to the writer.

[cornelius]

Ok, might work on that now that the chronicles are set aside for a while...

[Dachux]

ow! great to hear and read these posts... thx all of you!

but it doesn't mean that I will stop posting more drawings, so get ready to be inspirited by them this is true excitement for me, nobody had ever made a story from my works untill now... I hope that you will enjoy it as I am (I mean the process of creating)

[Marky Lazer]

Inspired by Dachux' Dragon Eye, a poem I wrote in about five minutes during a break at work (link at the bottom to the drawing).

The muscled dragon that lights the fire flies
that encircles the mountains in the sky
When the storm rises, a hymn it sings
the air softly licking the dragon’s wings
No man goes out, the storm is way too fierce
The storm a dagger prepared to pierce
the hearts of the men and taking their souls
sending all of them to room the earth as ghouls
This beast with unsophisticated looks
cannot be stopped by men, but only by books

http://www.chronicles-network.com/fo...f?d=1134063583

[Dachux]

oh, yeah! I like it very much! Especially this quote...

When the storm rises, a hymn it sings
the air softly licking the dragon’s wings

[cornelius]

I had one too... sings and wings were in it as well... no where did I put it?

gone to search this

[chrispenycate]

“They’re not evil as such”. His grandson, still worshipping his elder with none of the cynicism that would soon develope. squirmed closer. “oh, they’re greedy and destructive, and doubtless life was better here before they arrived, but they have their good side, too. They make music- not easily recognised, but when you listen carefully you begin to understand- and it has grandeur and feeling”
A smell of smoke blew in off the blackened woodlands, carrying overtones of cooked meat.
“They kill us, of course, when they can. But how many of them have we killed? They’ve got a language, quite a sophisticated one- I’ve even learn’t to speak some of it, despite the fact that my mouth’s nowhere near the right shape”
“Can you teach it to me? If I could get in close and understand what they were saying… ?”
“You’re not going any nearer to them than we are now. I said they weren’t evil, not that they weren’t dangerous. What do you think they would do to you if they saw you? Well, they do have their system of honour, and if they recognised you were just a baby they might let you go- or follow you to find out where your family was- or there again, they might not”
Calling someone a baby isn’t a very good way of damping down heroic aspirations, but the youngsterwan’t quite ready for a confrontation. He drew away a bit and surveyed the destruction below.
“Couldn’t we talk to them, make a treaty, stop this sort of thing happening?”
“If we could get one on his own, persuade him not to try and kill us, convince him to go back to the others and convince them- I don’t think it’s very likely, do you ? Look down there- two armies, over a thousand men come to kill your uncle. And of the three hundred of them dead more than half after he could no longer fight, killed by each other for the trophies- teeth, claws, bits of skin. They might not be evil, but they’re not very rational. Come on, let’s hunt.”
Taking care that their silhouettes never rose above the skyline the two reptiles, young and old flew off to see where the wildlife had retreated.

[Dachux]

My best compliments. This was truly enjoyable reading

[Brys]

Based on a real event, about 3 days ago (except for the minor fact that there wasn't a dragon):

The flames leaped high, devils dancing from the accident. A small leak, all that had caused it, that’s what they say. Smoke billows forth from those immense, grey containers while the fire fighters stand by, waiting for an opportunity. Was it an accident? Of course, say the police. It’s remarkable that more weren’t hurt, announces the news.
A house shakes violently, the windows smash open and the monster of heat and ash enters. A man awakes to the blast and falls on to the floor, shakes, from fear. He pulls on some clothes, rushes outside. He sees it, now, in all its malevolent glory. Towering hundreds of feet up into the air, it stands. Great wings of smoke, two bright orange flares its eyes, the devastated buildings, its feet. The wind changes direction, and the wings surge forward, the flames leap higher, and the dragon grows in stature. It leans forward, and with it, a gust of almost intolerably warm air towards the interrupted sleeper. A mouth appears, a lurid grin. The dragon is not satisfied and it knows its food is not far. What gave it birth now helps it grow, another explosion. The black liquid can be seen leaking from the container, then, suddenly, the inferno is yet larger. Two madmen, video camera ready, try to film the beast. They are entranced by its bewitching beauty.
The young dragon has let no one go unaware of its presence. Its birth was heard in central Europe and it can be seen for hundreds of miles. It sees an enemy, but will not be subdued. The enemy, a vehicle equipped with the weapon most feared by any incendiary elemental, the cold, wet fluid substance; water. A spray, but it is insignificant in the face of such incandescent power. The dragon sees small figures climbing out of their vehicle and debating what to do. Distracted, some approach from behind. They target his food. Angry, he takes another, and cars fly. The people take the hint, and leave. But before they leave, to let him live his short life in peace, he speaks.
“Who are you, to say dragons don’t exist?”
Then a gust of the toxic fumes into the lungs of the unfortunate man who had been rudely awakened.

[ras'matroi]

I really liked your text Brys.

It is great how you let the dragon come to life in our everyday world. While reading the text I could almost see it hatching and growing.

What did happen in Hertfordshire was a disaster but the story is really good. It is just an interesting way to discribe what an observer might see.

[Asariel]

I just came to the forum, but was wondering whether this challange is still on? I myself also like dragons a lot and have posted some of my drawings in the art section too. Id be very interested in attempting to put across my admiration for dragons in words.

[Marky Lazer]

Yeah, feel free to join in with the fun!

[Asariel]

Wonderfull, another quetion, since im not quite used to the interface of this forum yet, where exactly could i find the dragons that Dachux drew? Id be very interested

Cheers