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Dragon Games
“Hey, Zao, let’s go!” The enormous stone coliseum accommodated over 300
dragons, and their clan had 200 Drakes—mature
Zao opened one eye to see his friend, Areo, standing dragons who had passed their quests—as well as 100
above him. He jumped up and flapped his wings to dragons who had yet to become Drakes. Zao sighed as
work out the kinks. “I’m ready when you are!” he scanned the field where everyone else had already
“Alright then! Follow me!” Areo took off like an arrow arrived, awaiting the first event. He had expected they
from a bow, straight into the air, her wings glimmering would compete with the younger dragons, as he and
in the early-morning sunlight. Zao followed, full of Areo were the smallest and youngest dragons by at least
anticipation because they were finally old enough to a full year. Shaking his head, Zao determined it didn’t
compete in the dragon games, a festival held every year matter as he was ready to compete and win. He
for young dragons. After the competition, contenders glanced at Areo to discover her expression mirrored his
left the clan for three years on a legendary quest, with thoughts. They flew down to join the other dragons in
successful completion granting them Drake status. the circle as an elder Dragon with silver scales and a
The games were designed to train young dragons for massive wingspan addressed them. “For your first
their quest. challenge, the first dragon to reach the top of the pillar
of flames will win the event.” He reared up on his great
“Come on, hurry up!” called Areo. Zao cleared his hind legs, took a deep breath, opened his jaws, and let
head, realizing that Areo was far ahead of him. She did loose a giant column of flame. Zao and Aero took
a quick turning maneuver, allowing Zao to catch up. flight, straight into the air.
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Fiction: Fantasy
Monster Camp
“Screee! Screeee!” the harsh sounds grated on my flapping 500 feet away. Grabbing my pair of fuchsia
nerves, causing me to make mistakes I would then have headphones, I gingerly set them over my ears, in an
to scribble out. attempt to block out the racket. Not completely
soundproof, they deaden the highest pitches a bit.
“Will you be quiet? I’m trying to write an important Camp had just begun, and already I was going crazy.
letter, and I need to concentrate.” Exasperated, I shut Something would have to change immediately, or I
the door between our adjoining rooms and hunkered would have no sanity left. Glancing at my paper, I
over the desk again. couldn’t help grinning at my deviousness. In truth, I
When I initially signed up to attend Weeping was not writing a letter home; I was working on a
Willows—the regional monster summer camp—my reflector dish. My family had always said I was
brilliant principal had assigned a banshee as my destined for a job in engineering, so in a manner of
roommate. At first, I was thrilled, because not many speaking, my endeavors did have to do with family.
banshees enroll in camp. Actually, there was only one The metallic reflector dish would be my first metal-shop
banshee in the entire camp, and I was stuck with her for project here at camp, giving me the opportunity to
the duration. She’s not bad as monsters go, but when prove my family correct. If I am successful, it will
she’s bored, she screeches. When she is tired, she effectively absorb my roommate’s screeches and
screeches. And when she’s reading . . . she screeches! reverberate them in any direction I choose. Quivering
Unfortunately, I am a green fluffy monster with with anticipation, I renew my focus on the task before
oversized, extremely sensitive ears. I can hear a bat me. What an ideal revenge weapon!
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Shadows
Spencer trudged along, contemplating his ongoing Slowing her stride to match his, she said, “Why don’t you
dilemma: finding a sense of belonging at yet another ever speak to anyone? Everybody thinks you’re a snob,
new school. The route he traveled had fascinating that you consider yourself better than the rest of us.”
shadows of trees and buildings, and he stayed in those
shadows. Not having a shadow of his own usually Spencer stared at her in disbelief. “No, on the contrary,
wasn’t a problem, as most of the time no one noticed, but I’m not normal—see?” He gestured toward
but every once in a while other students gave him the sidewalk.
strange looks. Especially in each new community, since “Amazing,” Hannah shook her head. “You’re obviously
as a military family, they relocated on a regular basis. not transparent; have you talked with a doctor or
His absorption with shadows, though, gave him a focus scientist to see if they have any theories?”
during the lonely times. Not having one of his own, he “Hardly.” Spencer gave her a wry smile. “It’s more
adopted shadows of particular objects as his friends; it helpful to research and investigate this on my own. So
was safer than messing with the shadows of other people. far my assumption is that since shadows are formed
“Hey, Spencer, how’s it going?” Hearing a voice behind when an object blocks light, somehow my body allows
his right shoulder, Spencer turned in surprise, as he’d light to transcend it.”
never been sought out in the neighborhood before. “Have you ever imagined what it would be like to find
“Uh, fine, Hannah.” Spencer found himself tongue- yourself a new shadow?” Hannah surprised him by
tied, in awe of an individual with such a looming thinking out of the ordinary with him.
shadow, particularly a female. This late in the
afternoon, the shadow of Hannah’s almost six-foot
frame lengthened impressively.
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