The uninvited arrival

Abruptly, the sound stopped; a creature stumbled out of the lime green clump of bushes. Caroline, whose brow was furrowed with determination, leaped onto the sand to see what the mystical creature was. She crashed onto the sand beside the animal, her eyes widened. A young creature (which seemed to be a goat) with glistening, matted fur, lay on it’s side. It whimpered gently, shivering in the cold night wind. “What is that!? Is it going to kill us!!??” screeched Luke, his ruddy face now pale. “No! It’s a baby Goatus!” answered Caroline. She carried on examining the Goatus. She saw a pair of feathery wings on its back. Along with that, a gash on the wing oozed with ruby red blood like a waterfall. She heaved the goat into her arms, being careful to avoid touching the wound, and carried it onto the boat. Luke, who was silently screaming, fell back in fear.

Caroline, who had had enough of his drama, decided to lay the baby Goatus by the fire. What on earth were they going to do now?

The Water Dragon

From its fetid cave, the menacing water dragon emerged, baring its monstrous blood covered fangs.

Its dagger like talons grazed the ground like nails scratching a chalkboard.

The scorching sun beats down on the beasts shimmering, shield-like glass scales.

Penetrating diamond eyes scrutinised the land scanning for prey.

Horns like shards of ice petruded from its mighty head.

Reering on its hind legs, spreading its great iridescent wings like a kite, they caught the airs up-lift.

Leaving a gust of blazing blue flames like ribbons behind, it evaporated, leaving the village in peace.

The Water Dragon

From its fetid cave, the menacing water dragon emerged, baring its monstrous blood covered fangs.

Its dagger like talons grazed the ground like nails scratching a chalkboard.

The scorching sun beats down on the beasts shimmering, shield-like glass scales.

Penetrating diamond eyes scrutinised the land scanning for prey.

Horns like shards of ice petruded from its mighty head.

Reering on its hind legs, spreading its great iridescent wings like a kite, they caught the airs up-lift.

Leaving a gust of blazing blue flames like ribbons behind, it evaporated, leaving the village in peace.

Who are you in the end?

You are the beauty of the joyous bell ringing at 3:15pm on Friday.
You are a forgotten dream, abandoned on the roadside like a lost soul.
You are the taste of a fresh tear, rolling down a child’s red, ******* cheek.
You are the blood red apple sitting, untouched, on the teachers desk.
Your are the satin silk of Belle’s dress, gentle and soft.
You are the fear of the rabbit when it pauses in sight of the deadly fox’s stare.
You are the chilling noise of nails scraping the chalk board.
You are Monday the rise of the week but the downfall of school.
You are the missing piece of the puzzle under the grandparents dining table, waiting to be found.
You are as sweet as a drop of vinegar on someone’s tongue.
You are the sunset at the end of the journey.
You are Alpha and Omega.