ScaryDemonDragon
Member
I don't really know what had happened before I started writing these, so please don't question it lol
One lovely day, Grandpa Gormagon is scraping out the bug burlap sack, and all of a sudden we see a shadow fly over our heads. We look over at Grandma who is currently playing a zombie survival game, and then look at each other, jumping up out of our seats as we see the shadow go into the other room. We run into the living room tripping over our feet and see it: A big scaly dragon with wings as big as the couch, mauling my Grey Poupon cat (Who, by the way, is 97868935873784724 years old.) who was casually grooming herself on the couch. I knew then that the dragon picked my old cat because she always gave him the death glare when he was smaller. I figured it was the end for my cat. Instead, me and Gormagon decided to run. As fast as we could, watching those little legs of ours run, the dragon decides to walk slowly towards us. His feet make the ground shake, and we fall to our knees. The dragon catches up to us and grabs the sack out of Grandpa's hands. We see the his tail waving in the wind before it dissapears over the horizon. From that day forward, you would never catch us with a burlap sack of bugs again.
I really don't have any inspiration, so if this isn't as good then just don't tell me XD
One lovely day, Grandpa Gormagon is scraping out the bug burlap sack, and all of a sudden we see a shadow fly over our heads. We look over at Grandma who is currently playing a zombie survival game, and then look at each other, jumping up out of our seats as we see the shadow go into the other room. We run into the living room tripping over our feet and see it: A big scaly dragon with wings as big as the couch, mauling my Grey Poupon cat (Who, by the way, is 97868935873784724 years old.) who was casually grooming herself on the couch. I knew then that the dragon picked my old cat because she always gave him the death glare when he was smaller. I figured it was the end for my cat. Instead, me and Gormagon decided to run. As fast as we could, watching those little legs of ours run, the dragon decides to walk slowly towards us. His feet make the ground shake, and we fall to our knees. The dragon catches up to us and grabs the sack out of Grandpa's hands. We see the his tail waving in the wind before it dissapears over the horizon. From that day forward, you would never catch us with a burlap sack of bugs again.
I really don't have any inspiration, so if this isn't as good then just don't tell me XD