Gralamin turned to another page in the book, careful not to rip the parchment. He licked his lips before continuing. "For instance, these were not ordinary dragons; they were a different species entirely. They didn't just breathe fire. They could also breathe ice and poison and winds stronger than any storm we have seen in hundreds of years. And these dragons couldn't just communicate with a human's mind - they could control them."-Excerpt from The Dragon Farm by Crowerd Robinson
Chris Bartholomew is a writer of dark fiction and has over 200 stories in print publications, anthologies, and some online venues. She is head writer for the international print Serial Killer Magazine with over 70 articles in 8 issues. She also has an ezine where she publishes speculative fiction of other writers, entitled: Static Movement.
I have 12 humorous dragon poems in this collection. Here is a sample:
Pet Food Problems by J.R.Poulter
I have a little dragonling, I love him very much. I just wish he Would bond with me, Not eat my relatives for tea And friends and peers and such!
It gets a little hard to keep Up with his food supply. All my remaining neighbours Have wary looking eyes. They ask me awkward questions About folk who come and stay And, many as are going in, Not any go away. I’m not about to answer, Truth is I know not how. I may just have to let my pet Eat up the neighbours now.
Then, I suspect, it won’t be long Before we’ll have to move. We sort of need a food supply, The one here won’t improve. And I’m a little worried That, if food supplies look lean, My dragonling might fancy ME, If you know what I mean…