Initialize (A Flash Story a Day #2)

He expected the weird food cravings, the mood swings and other things human females are plagued with during pregnancy. Rinaldo was carrying his first egg and yet…he wasn’t struck with the weird symptoms of pregnancy like he expected. He was moody, yes, but he wasn’t craving any strange food. What came with the pregnancy was the intense pain in his entire lower body. He could hardly walk. Each step triggered jolts of pain that ripped through his body in burning rage. Rinaldo brushed his hair back as he tried focusing on the book he was reading. He hated books but it’s the only thing nearby. The pain starts to attack him while he’s immobile.

“—Fuck…”

He rocks back and forth thinking that’ll ease the sharp stabbing pains in his sides.

It doesn’t.

His nimble hands tremble when turning the page as his lithe body shivers with anxiety.

All this pain

All this hurt

and for what? One egg?

It’s worth it. He’s convinced himself it’s worth it.
Later in the day the pain intensifies so much that he is rendered motionless.

“—ACK!!!”

His abdomen is pummeled by a strange poking feeling. His sides feel as if they’re stabbed repeatedly. On top of that he feels like he’s going to give birth to a rock out of his ass!

He’s suffering alone. He doesn’t know what to do.

Well his body has had enough suffering. Without warning it shifts into his dragon form. It’s quick and painless. The awful feelings that plagued his human form had faded away slowly. It was such a relief!

Now that he was his dragonself it is easier to push the egg out. It takes effort but after a few pushes he is able to get that thing out.

He’s made a bloody mess in his uncle’s bathroom but at least the egg is birthed and safe. Rinaldo, unable to move and switch back, protectively lays with his egg. He’ll move once his body heals. His egg takes high priority. It must stay warm and in his company. The hatchling inside needs his warmth and love to grow.

He’ll NEVER let it out of his sight.

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Context: this is for Initialize; a short collection abooooout—guess what?—MALE PREGNANCYYYYY. Before you go “EWWWWWW” it’s not standard male pregnancy. Think SEAHORSES. It’s about how male dragons give birth to the egg. It’s not about male humans giving birth to actual babies. That shit sounds like it hurts like a motherfucker >.<
I almost didn’t make it for today’s flash story thing. What happened today? I was busy listening to Shimotsuki albums while being uncomfortable. I also got super tired.
Oh hey, the boy in the featured image isn’t Rinaldo but he’s close to how Rinaldo looks.

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Initialize (A Flash Story a Day #2)

In Triola, love is not lost (A Flash Fiction A Day #1)

Atop the highest hill in Triola; Sylvio, Josh, Sylvio’s mother Narcissus and her protecter Argolon sit in silence to enjoy the view. Even Talkven is there with them. He’s busy making Narcissus and Argolon sip tea with him.
Sylvio and Josh sit away from them. Together they watch the clouds as they sit side-by-side. Sylvio rests his head on his boyfriend’s shoulder while Josh keeps his eyes on the sky (but occasionally acknowledges his boyfriend with a loving smile).

Despite the harsh circumstances Sylvio found peace in Triola. He desired to live here forever but not in the grasp of that man.

Right now he doesn’t think about him. He thinks only about his mother and true love: Josh. There’s a world of comfort in Josh and Sylvio is eager to protect it.

“Look at the clouds.” He says to Josh. “They’re so pretty.”

“Yeah.”

Josh feels Sylvio’s hand covering his. For this moment of peace there is a feeling of being on Cloud 9. Sylvio’s hand tightens a bit, because he doesn’t want to let go.

Ever.

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Author Notes: I had to wait 6 days to post this because each time it was evening or later when I wanted to share it =_=

This story is about Ashuton and Narcissus’s son Sylvio. I’m glad I finally get to do a story with him. I’ve crafted a long complex storyline for him. I told myself that the day I write about Ashuton’s children it would be the most exciting day in TSODR history.

That day has come.

(I’m still kinda mad at myself that it took so long xc )

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In Triola, love is not lost (A Flash Fiction A Day #1)

Interview with Diane Astle, Author of Ben the Dragonborn

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Hello everyone! I bring you my very first interview with an indie author! Her name is Diane Astle, author of Ben the Dragonborn. I had the pleasure of meeting her in a dragon group I moderate. I love helping and I wanted to help her with exposure of her children’s book, Ben the Dragonborn. The interview is right below this paragraph!

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When did you first start writing Ben the Dragonborn?

It is hard to believe that I started writing Ben the Dragonborn 14 years ago. I had not yet read Harry Potter and I had never heard of Skyrim when I started to write. When I started I was not fulfilling a life-long dream. While I had thought it might be cool to write, I never thought I would, so I didn’t spend a lot of time thinking about doing so. I had learning Continue reading “Interview with Diane Astle, Author of Ben the Dragonborn”

Interview with Diane Astle, Author of Ben the Dragonborn

NaPoWriMo: Yggdrasil, Dragonboy Whores of Aershura, Copious DRA=coNizica and Reverent Dreams

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These are my entries for National poetry Month. I missed out on Day 1-3 but I’m writing ’em anyway. The first one is a reference to Haruka Shimotsuki’s Yggdrasil and Yuragu Sora albums. The second is a reference to her song on a Doujin (self published) album she made in collaboration with Rekka Katakiri, Bassy and Chata (the Barbarian on the Groove group). The third is a cyberpunk/rainy day poem for my community story, Dragon Spire. The last one is a tribute to Ian M Banks (I read that he’s sick) and his Culture stories. I’ve never read a single Culture book (novels don’t bode we’ll with me) but I’m making a tribute anyway using the prompt from Napowrimo.net.

All poems use elements from Dragons & Cicadas.
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Yggdrasil

Lui-Draghi xazso cilhy
K’lir voivel, neu-l-uogil
Camare, lasoyu Ellju
Zecklé noi

He felt the air filtering through his parted fingers
He loved the sky, and from his hill he embraced the breeze
The turbines swung and swung the wills of the Earth
The purification of air made the breeze come faster and harder like the snow

The airy boy was holding out both his arms
It was like a thank-you prayer to the air
The grass, in all their millions of glory, shifted and shifted in wake

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NaPoWriMo: Yggdrasil, Dragonboy Whores of Aershura, Copious DRA=coNizica and Reverent Dreams

YES! YES! YES! Dragons and Cicadas/TSODR on Fanfiction.net!

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Finally! Dragons & Cicadas has it’s entry on Fanfiction.net! This means you can submit your stories about the space dragon empire or your fan novels about the Karrucci brothers! Thank Jesus it has finally happened! YES!!!! I am beyond excited and, as a writer, seeing fanfiction means I created a world people actually love. It took about 7 emails but it’s finally been added under the category Society On Da Run series. I posted a story so the category can be visible.

Click the link and go.

TSODR on FF.net

Enjoy! Enjoy! Enjoy!

Sincerely,
L’Poni

YES! YES! YES! Dragons and Cicadas/TSODR on Fanfiction.net!

The Siege of Rome

Apocalypse Rome by Giampaolo Macorig from Flickr
Apocalypse Rome by Giampaolo Macorig from Flickr

I was nearly breathless when it happened. I watched from my window as a large shadow covered the sky. If you concentrate closely, the shadow appeared to be made up of little black dots and some other colors. I stood by the window, me and my ma and my sister and my brother and my grandpa and my papa. Everything went silent and the electricity went out. I leaned over the balcony to see the buildings on the Ponte Vecchio and everywhere else. The crowd were gazing at the sky and the traffic of cars had came to a full stop. Nothing worked. Slowly, the moon became visible only slightly, and out of nowhere the shadow burst into a million flying bugs like an erratic swarm of hell. It was then the revelation became clear. One of the ‘bugs’ that came at me was a dragon! I ran inside and shut the patio door but the ferocious dragon broke through the glass. This one had no arms but dangerous claws for gripping. It roared at us as we scurried away from it.

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The Siege of Rome

Never the Tether

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Never in all my realms have I seen such things
Never, in all my days have I seen such defilement of the masses
I so yearn to change the world
How can a person so small with no recognition change her world?
She wants them to know
That the creatures of the stars exist
She wants the world to know
Ridicule her not!
She only wishes to do good
She only wishes to help the world along
It is her only wish
And may that wish rest in peace
Riposa in pace
Riposa in pace
il mio drago, riposa in pace

(c)2012, L’Poni Baldwin

Never the Tether

Update 5 is HERE

Not sure if any of you notice this but the latest update is here. I had to rush this one out, but it’s a meaty update (sort of). It includes the first 3 poems of The Annihilation.

What it contains:

The stories have been put into their respective order after a few readers have left reviews about the odd order of the stories. The Annihilation has begun, Hexagon Hive is completed, After the Aftermath is completed, some new flash stories are added from the original book and at the end of every story, Snuffy the Dragon will give monologues that serve as insights into the story. Careful! She bites! Also added is The Other Stories section, which is where all the other stories go. All of the stories have been re-arranged, and Chapter 12 now holds the story of The Annihilation. October 15’s update will include more about that event.

What’s new:
Chapter 45
And Chapter 12

Wyrl Watches Olivia
Blue
Lizard Tea
A Letter from IWA
Narcissus to Rinaldo
SeaKiss
Seraphina and Claire
Lucky Dragon Insanity
The Annihilation
Danny is Alone

Update 5 is HERE

The Supper of the Fae

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In the blue forest of night

With candles abright

A young Driad whom calls herself Klea watches you skillfully

From the comfort of her trees

You are a visitor here

You come from Earth

The Earth you know is in a slow death

Earthquakes and high gas prices signal the apocalypse

But it is no big explosion of death

It is a slow death

The Driad spoke to you,

“Slowly your Earth is erased through storms and earthquakes

it is a slow death and a fast rebirth at the same time.

A slow death because nature is erasing everything

A fast revirth because you are still here, but your buildings are not.

You will start from scratch and live in simplicity.”

The Driad invited you to dinner, which she calls supper

And this meeting of magical creatures

was not like how you’d seen in a movie

Little fairies gave you a crown made of twigs

Big fairies—the Driads—make strange food

From dead insects and homemade dough pie

Their wolves could talk and sit on the wooden chairs at the tree-table

Gnomes were strange: they could float, talk science and eat fast

The unicorn hid itself away in the forest trees

Ten or fifteen little fairies would bring food to it

Little dragons would chirp in conversations with each other

And gobble up the wonderfully seasoned meat

And what about you?

You look around in happiness, see everything is bliss

And you believe the Driad’s words

You take one bite of the strange meat-bug pie

What say you?

Is it good?

(top image driad by vidagr from DeviantArt)

The Supper of the Fae

Pincer: A Post for Friday the 13

 

At the height of dawn the sky was still dark. Inside the old-fashioned family house, a young woman ran for her life down the hall. She stained her favorite blue pajamas with orange juce as she jumped over the table. Her roommates, a brunette named Sylvie; a blonde goth named Courtney; and a pink-haired girl whose name is unspecified, all lay dead on the floor with thousands of holes inside their bodies and eye sockets empty of eyeballs. Our young heroine, Dabby Montague, stopped at the doorway of the kitchen. When she heard that buzz, that loud song, she looked to her left and saw the magicicada on the wall. She dashed into the kitchen and ran to the exit door, shaking the knob, she panicked where she stood!

“Who the hell locks a damn door?” she wondered.

“Well, you have to if you are living with three young women in the country right by a college that is say…a five minute walk away.”

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Pincer: A Post for Friday the 13

Abysmal Image, Abysmal Sunset

 

01: //A B Y S M A L   S U N S E T//

 

 

 

The world was (renewed)

returned to earlier times

Megan Carin <“Unknown Girl” the poetess> stepped out

into the beyond, leaving the cave with Rinna

leaving the cave with (Rinna) and Freda

Freda Carin

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Abysmal Image, Abysmal Sunset

12 (Poetry Sunday)

Image: Really need a bigger boat by Atriedes
Image: Really need a bigger boat by Atriedes

The ride was not too long
The fog was misty, warm
That’s when we heard thundering footsteps

I looked overhead and saw
Dropships, flying dragons,
and their walking machines

I ran into the cargo hold to fetch
Mother
She was asleep under the blankets
I told her what I saw, and she
Ran up to see for herself

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12 (Poetry Sunday)

Dragons of Atlanta: Day 1-4

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Why did I pick this image? Because I couldn’t find a better one and nobody makes fan art for my stories.

Day One: After the War

Hello to whoever sees this. I’ll be keeping a video diary, it’s something I’ve always wanted to do. Well, it’s raining today and the bombings have ended. I saw a few dragons in the sky but Kim told me not to peek out the windows.

We’ve…uh…taken in a few survivors and their Dragonling. They’re an old couple, kinda like hillbillies. Rhonda, she’s a bit on the chubby side, and her husband, Ralph, say they know where to find fresh food. Kim and I will be heading out with them tomorrow. The last time I had an apple was…fourteen days ago. I was cautious at first about their black dragon, but they said the dragon can’t use telepathy and is loyal to them. And you can probably see the thing behind me. He’s as ugly as hell. I’ve never seen a dragon like him; he’s not like the others. Those whiskers make him look like a fat cat. He won’t stop glaring at me. **sigh** Well, I think It’s time I turned in. Goodbye America.


Day Two: Food Search

Darrel: Good lord! Right over there…right by Cunnery Point! It’s standing right there! Don’t move.

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Dragons of Atlanta: Day 1-4

Dragons of Atlanta: Day Zero-One

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We’ve been getting reports from all over about dragon attacks in major cities. Folks have even sent in videos and in the ones I saw, I could see barbed tentacles coming from the sky and digging into the Earth. They were pulling strange pillars from under the ground! They had this technology the whole time and we were busy chasing UFOs while the real aliens were with us!

I heard Georgia was the fourth city to go down, but everyone says it was Rome that was destroyed first. I heard that the Georgia Gate Defenses was crippled by a giant serpent that was delivered via dropship. The dang thing was wider than the city itself and it literally melted the wall when it breathed fire. How could such a creature exist?

When the wall was down all the dragons started moving in with sacks, canisters, and ship-pods. Hundreds of medium-sized dragons were kidnapping people while the other dragons were dealing with help from the military.

At first I wondered why didn’t they attack from above? Why come through the gates? And then it came to me: They needed to protect the ground troops, so moving in together would make them a stronger force on initial attack and then they could get to kidnapping humans.

We are getting reports from all over the world about these attacks. People like me—regular humans—here at International Dragon Society do not know what to do. All over this rotting planet the dragons were kidnapping humans and taking them to their god and decimating our armies. If only we were smart enough to exploit their weaknesses…

No wait—I heard we tried that already—it failed…

What they have in weaknesses they make up for in numbers, strategy, tactics and army power. They work together and they’re a species that is not based around fighting. I guess studying Dragonism pays off.

*sigh*

God help us all

This is Darrell Kingman, signing off

——CAMERA SHUTOFF. PROGRAM TERMINATION——

Dragons of Atlanta: Day Zero-One

Prologue 00: Remembering (Fragments of a Dragon’s Memories)

Remembering… (Fragments of a Dragon’s Memories)

This was suppose to be posted as the first Prologue -_-

Silly me.

This is Ashuton’s past childhood, a distant memory of the torture a dragon shifter endures, even in their home country.

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Rome, 1737

He was on his hands and knees and stripped of his clothing. He didn’t commit the crime but they let their prejudice towards his mother cloud their minds. He looked down at the stairs, then at the bowl of scolding hot water. He looked at those elegant windows, three on each side and the giant door to divide them. The bright morning light shone in beautiful rays, but to him everything seemed gray. He looked at the water again and his eyes became teary.

Ashuton gritted his teeth, ready to receive the worst pain of his life. She slowly poured the water onto his back, and he couldn’t refrain from yelling. Camella hated to watch him in pain, so she turned her head away from the scene but she found it sadistic that she was thinking his yells of pain were seductive. Ida wanted the pain to last long. She wanted him to suffer.

Ida spoke cruelly, “You heal fast. Don’t worry if the water scars your back. Those will be gone, just like your mother.”

Once it was empty, Ida lowered herself to his level.

“Hopefully now you will realize who you need to respect, Scalebreath.”

Ridley did nothing to stop the treason and neither did the maids. Ashuton couldn’t hold himself; he fell down on the cold floors. The feeling of the water made him cringe. He couldn’t turn his eyes fully red nor green. Only his pupils turned a faded red color and his tears trickled into his mouth. The sting of the water, the agony, the shame, it all felt like needles piercing into his back and stealing away droplets of his life.

“Take him away.” Said Ida.

The swordsmen grabbed the boy by his arms and took him out of the Praying Room.

This was the life that Ashuton had become accustomed to when his mother and father were away on political business. He couldn’t seem to muster up the courage to tell them about how they tortured him.

Thomas and Charlie, his caring older brothers, rushed to their crying brother as he was carelessly hauled into the bedroom. The door slammed shut, causing a rude awakening in Thomas. In the room, in the seclusion of the comfort of his brothers, Ashuton could cry out his pain.

Charlie comfortingly spoke to his brother as he cried hysterically in his arms, “One day, pieto, one day, they will pay for all the hell they caused you.”

Thomas shook his head in shame and tried to suppress his oncoming anger, “they make a mockery of us. If they truly knew what we could do, errrr…sarebbero morti per mano del drago! I have to kill them…I have to…I must!”

Thomas bawled his fists as he contemplated the decisions floating in his mind.

“We must abide by the rules of the Moral Code,” said Charlie, “A dragon must never kill.”

Thomas angrily protested, “Why should I have to abide by those rules? Look at how they are torturing us—torturing Ashuton—it can’t go on.”

“You may be right; Tommy, but we can’t risk it. The council could have us thrown into the ca—”

“Stop it.”

Ashuton gazed at Charlie with those ruby red eyes of his.

“Please, stop talking.”

Such a simple command had a very deep meaning. That simple command gave notice to how damaged Ashuton was becoming. The three boys would stay in that room all day until Aaron and Seraphina returned. They would never speak of the recent events, nor would they mention a sliver of it. Their other siblings would never know…

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Prologue 00: Remembering (Fragments of a Dragon’s Memories)