Here lies a sleeping dragon.

Dragons aren't real. At least that is what we have been taught to believe.  I would not be surprised to find myself someday deep in a dark wood, sun erased by the thickness of the trees and there sleeps a dragon. I would imagine the green scales on it's body. The sharp red horns and feet the size of a small car.  '"If that dragon wakes I am dead" I would think to myself.  How does one battle a dragon? I am sure he would not be threatened by the supplies I have on me. Would a dragon be afraid of a cell phone? My fancy water bottle where the ice never melts? Perhaps he would quake in fear from my head set lights I use to venture through darken caves.  No, this dragon would not fear me.  I think the only way I might be able to save myself, should this dragon awake, is make a run for it.  I imagine myself slowly sinking backwards towards the path that led me here. Here, to this dragon bed.  I move slowly praying that my feet don't find a stray stick which would lead to a loud CRACK if stepped on.  As I get to the edge of the clearing I turn to make a break for it. Then I hear it. The rustling of a creature wakening from slumber. I dare to look back. Then suddenly........

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James Arthur

A children's picture book writer who lives in Texas with his wife and daughter. James lived in Taiwan for two years where he taught English and wrote stories for an international children's magazine.


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