Thread:Nkurle/@comment-31191359-20181001165201/@comment-30932383-20181004224012

Every now and then I make a poem. My drawing book has pages filled with my chicken scratch writing.

To the scare blog.

Adjútor looked around. She saw the sillohuette coming out of the house. "Is that, a dragon. Very lean for a dragon. Why are it's eyes glowing. Maybe with power..." Adjútor looked back at the dragon, it was coming closer. "Bye bye" Adjútor said and flaped her wings hard. She bolted up into the air.

Adjútor flew over to the volcano. She lost sight of the creature. Fear slowly seeped into her cheast, making her want to scream.