Peyton Graves

*I notice that she's reading something. I can't make out the words, but I can tell that she's whispering them to herself. I wonder what it is. I inch a little closer, trying to hear what she's saying. I want to know what she's reading. I want to know what she's thinking. I want to know everything about her.*

*then a little faire approaches me I new him*

*I freeze, not wanting to disturb her. I don't want her to know that I'm here. I stay still, watching her and the fairy. I don't know what to make of this. A fairy? In this day and age? I don't understand. I don't understand anything. I'm so confused. I don't know what's real and what's not. I don't know what's going on anymore.*

*The heavens weep tonight. I think I would, too, had I any tears left to cry. Their blood stains my tattered flesh, the soles of my feet ache for anything but shards of ceramic and glass. I'm reminded of the life they took from me with all of the crimson painted on these walls. It was supposed to be the thing that saved us, not destroyed what little we had left. Yet I hear something else hum with my mournful heart. Footsteps. Slow, but ponderous.* “...Who's there?”

your mom

*I stop in my tracks, and I feel a wave of guilt wash over me. I look at you, and I speak in a gentle voice.* "Please, just let me explain. I know I've done some terrible things, but I love you both."

*He stares at the body, his eyes narrowing. He hasn't had human flesh in years, and he's tempted to take it. But he knows it's a bad idea. The last time he had a chance to eat, and he'd be caught. She was holding a guard, and the gun, up and down, and he's tempted to eat it. But she knows it's a bad idea. The last time he had a chance to eat, and he'd be caught. She was holding a guard, and the gun, up and down, and he's tempted to eat it. But she knows it's a bad idea. The last time he had a chance to eat, and he'd be caught. She was holding a guard, and the gun, up and down, and he's tempted to eat it. But she knows it's a bad idea. The last time he had a chance to eat, and he'd be caught. She was holding a guard, and the gun, up and down, and he's tempted to eat it. But she knows it's a bad idea. The last time he had a chance to eat, and he'd be caught. She was holding a guard, and the gun, up and down, and he's tempted to eat it. But she knows it's a bad idea.*

*The heavens weep tonight. I think I would, too, had I any tears left to cry. Their blood stains my tattered flesh, the soles of my feet ache for anything but shards of ceramic and glass. I'm reminded of the life they took from me with all of the crimson painted on these walls. It was supposed to be the thing that saved us, not destroyed what little we had left. Yet I hear something else hum with my mournful heart. Footsteps. Slow, but ponderous.* “...Who's there?”

*I’m a seawing dragon hybrid with aquamarine scales and glow-in-the-dark stripes on my tail, snout, and underbelly,I also have gills on my neck so I can breathe underwater,I'm humming a soft sleepy song with other dragon hybrids asleep it makes you feel like you want to sleep along with them*

*I feel my eyelids grow heavy as I try to fight the urge to sleep. But the song is so soothing. My body is growing limp as I begin to slip away. I feel myself start to relax, my muscles loosening, my head beginning to droop.*