A dragon tale — Miles had just achieved a perfect three-point landing, tail first then a hover planting both feet flat on the ground. “Perfect,” he pronounced, bragging to himself. He sensed a presence nearby in the wood. …

A medical rant I have been sick for the past month. That is no exaggeration, in my 75 years on Earth I have never been ill this long. I was fine until I visited my doctor. Three days before, I was required to go to the lab and get a blood test. The…

When dragons misbehave — He was a real artist. The ink flowed on to her skin like oil on canvas. The black, reds and blues so vibrant that the dragon seemed to be perched above the skin not on it. She had never had a tattoo before and probably would never have one again…

The Legend? — She ran at breakneck speed across the desert, zig zagging around the cactus and manzanita bushes. The moon light illuminated her eyes with a red intensity not seen in any normal animal. She leapt to the top of a boulder, silhouetted by the Moon and yelled a high-pitched howl. The…

What is your secret life like? Do you have odd habits? — Would you like to confess? Do you need to unburden that festering cesspool you call a conscience? Let’s have it in the comments. You know you want to. Why don’t I start? I’m a normal 75-year-old retired woman that some people might refer to as a classic nerd. I read…

Who knows what we’ll find? — How the hell did I get here. He was lying on his back on a beach with shiny black sand under an orange sky. The color being dictated by a huge red giant star taking up a little over half the horizon. …

And how he became my favorite. — Otto von Schultz started out to be my least favorite dog. At the time of our acquaintance, I owned three very large dogs, Draconis, Wilhelmina, and Stirfry. Draconis was a Rhodesian ridge back/golden retriever mix. Wilhelmina was a shepherd /pit-bull mix. …

Natural Law — It was ridiculous to call it a service station. The broken-down building had seen more winters than her grandmother. Lilly arranged the cigarettes in a neat display behind the counter. This place had been an outpost in the old west days. The settlers had brought their horses to the sweet…

Sometimes you have to think on your feet — “I know what I’m doing.” Ricky said, as he slid the knife between the door and the jam of the tobacco shop. It didn’t open. Instead, a bank of three spotlights lit up the front of the building with an accompanying siren so loud that his ears started ringing. The…