Monday, December 19, 2011
Is my book good so far? (updated regularly)?
"But dragons don't exist!" yelled David. "Yes they do!" argued Matthew. It was always like this. It all started when Matthew claimed to see a dragon outside his window when he was 7. From then on he was convinced that dragons were real. Now he was 19. It was 7 o'clock in the morning. Since it was summer vacation, he usually got up at about 11 o'clock. But something felt special about this day. Matthew got up to play Rockband 2 like he usually did. But instead of playing the usual intro, the screen went black. Then came the t.v. static. When that was done, there were some strange symbols at the bottom of the screen. He looked up every alphabet in every language, but he couldn't find the symbols he saw. When he was about to exit the page, he suddenly heard a roar from outside. He went out the front door and felt a sudden gust of wind. Then there was a flash of red seeming to go 130 miles per hour across the sky. Suddenly he felt numb all over. He went inside to grab his video camera. But when he got back outside, the flash was gone. He reported what he saw to authorities, but they didn't believe him. He knew what he saw, though. He did his research on dragons later that day. He spent all his money on books about the topic. He was particularly interested in "Dragonology". It told of the types of dragons, dragon language, the location of dragons, and so on. Then he thought back to the beginning of the day. "The symbols..." he murmered to himself. He looked up exactly what he saw. After he wrote it down letter by letter, it said "Hello Matthew." Matthew thought to himself Who is this? Wait, that flash I saw earlier - it WAS a dragon! This must be some form of communication from the dragon. It was hard for him to sleep that night. His dream was about a bronze egg. It started to hatch right before his eyes. Cracking out from it was creature. Slimy, red, and apparently wings. It finally came out from the egg, now covered in horendous green slime. It started to morph into-. David woke up with a start by a train. We don't live around railroad tracks. He thought to himself. He called up his friend Gabe later that day. "Dude, can i come over?" he asked. "Uh... sure. What for?" "I'll tell you when I get there." That was the end of that conversation. Later that day he drove over to Gabe's house. Along the way he had some visions. Of the bronze egg, the mysterious creature, and for some reason ice.
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