The dragon soared above the burning village in a panic.1
"What have I done!" cried the dragon as he landed before a burning hut and attempted to pat out the flames.2
With another bellowing sneeze the hut was reduced to ash.3
“Oh, how I hate these colds!”4
A score of men with pitchforks appeared through the smoke.5
“Die foul drago-!” 6
*SNEEZE*7
The frustrated dragon began to cry. He looked down and there stood a boy brandishing a bottle of Bukley's – and then the dragon was better. The world grew bright and warm again.
A contest entry
- One hundred words, one hundred points by Elvenfairy.
100 points, ended May 29, 2008, 12 entries
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This was hillarious and very creative, a dragon with a cold But I felt sad that he died.If I read more into this story I'd come up with too much unrealistic things.
Great story -
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I don't want my dragon to die either! i'm going to change the ending...
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i'm glad i was able to make you happy and sad in under 100 words
the idea of a dragon is pretty unrealistic too and in the end, isn' that why we are fascinated?
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this was a facianting story. I can't imagine a dragon being regretful about burning buildings, or being killed by a butter knife! Thanks for entering my contest
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Lol I love the last paragraph its simply halarous. Men with pitchforks fall to a sick dragon, and little boy with a butterknife wins! Love it.
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