The Dragon Who Was a Sissy
This is installment #6 in my several-part series, Shit I Wrote a While Ago. So far, this title bodes illest of all, and the story itself, which I wrote in 1993, is absolute garbage.
The Dragon Who Was a Sissy
Once upon a time there was a dragon named Dragolin. She was a sissy dragon. Because any time she tried to scare someone they would just laugh.
One day a centaur came.
“Hello,” she said.
“What do you want?” asked the dragon with a sob.
“I just said hello,” she said.
“Well,” said Dragolin impassionately.
“What’s your name?” asked the centaur.
“My name is Dragolin,” said Dragolin.
“My name is Kimberly,” said the centaur.
“Kimberly,” said Dragolin. “That’s an unusual name.”
“I know,” said Kimberly. “Why are you crying?” she asked.
“No one is scared of me,” said Dragolin.
“Maybe you need to make scary faces,” she said.
That’s just what she did. So from that day forward, Dragolin was scary and they were friends.
Oh.My.Fucking.God. I mean, I was 7. That’s pretty old to be writing shit like this. Also, the original spelling goes a little something like this: “Becose any time she tride to scher someone they would just lagph.” It’s possible that I was actually writing in some sort of pidgin Middle English. F-
