Fire-Blood (691 Words)
The downstairs infirmary was silent and empty. Medicine jars and torn blankets were shattered and strewn across the floor.
Sister Bierce was glad for the disarray only in that it emphasized abandonment and disuse. Dragonkind was not permitted in the abbey and allowed on the outer courts only by special exception. And here was Khaz, never one to win favor with the abbot, following her in the sharp, jerking motion of a fire-blood who has forgotten his human form, his mind trapped in lizard shape. If he was seen he would be killed, and wounded as he was he could not defend himself.
Ketchup, Ogres, and Fries (200 Words)
“So this is where you ended up.”
The waiter looked up from lowering the tray in surprise. He hadn’t recognized the person at the table until now. When he did, the man’s eyes narrowed with suspicion.
“What are you doing here, Raz?” he said. “You’re going to get me in trouble.”
The ogre sucked ketchup off her thumb. “No one even sees me,” she said.
The Dragon’s Balloon (99 Words)
“But how can it fly without any wings?”
The young dragon looked up into Dhira’s face. Dhira knew the little dragon would never fly, not with its wings. She had found it in the woods, its weak wings fragile and undersized. Since then the old woman had cared for it.
A Stamp-Sized Wish (97 Words)
The rules were simple. Any request would be honored, any wish granted, so long as it was written on this paper with this feather.
“Are you kidding me?” said Marge.
Her fairy godmother shrugged. “I’m sorry, dear,” she said. “You just haven’t demonstrated a practical and mature nature. That’s all I can give you.”
One Letter (17 Words)
Pollye Pye-Ratt (265 Words)
Wallie and I are pleased to introduce you to the Pye-Ratts.
Pollye Pye-Ratt and her family members featured in a very recent Computer Science project. Although the project was not graded as I and the Pye-Ratts had hoped, nonetheless the subject is still worth sharing.
First off–Pollye is a mouse, not a rat! But we’ll let her speak for herself.
My name is Pollye Pye-Ratt…and I’m a mouse, not a rat! I think I am a field mouse, because my parents are very small. I’ve very small too, but that’s because I am one season old and they tell me I’m supposed to be. I think I am very clever for my age. Mice grow much more quickly than some larger animals do.
Snow, Man! (139 Words)
It was a snowman at the edge of the playground. Seeing the snowman, Gracie rubbed her cold nose and sat down.
“Gah,” she said. “What do I want to talk to you for?”
The snowman didn’t say anything.
“I shouldn’t even sit with you,” said Gracie. “You just didn’t snow hard enough. Couldn’t you have snowed a little longer so I wouldn’t have to go to school.”