There’s something in my closet. Its raspy monster breath makes my curtains flutter at night. I tell my mom, but she says it’s just the sound of the wind whispering secrets to the moon.... [+]
Spark’s fiery breath wasn’t as hot as the other dragons’. No matter how hard he blew, he could never match the intensity of the other dragons’ flames.
While Spark’s fire was just... [+]
Peekaboo tiptoed towards the stray cat preening itself in the abandoned house.
His older brother, Shriekaboo, rolled his eyes. “Why are you creeping?” he asked. “The cat can’t hea... [+]
If you ever met a dragon
and asked him in for tea,
he'd rave about the apple scones
with great civility.
He'd be the perfect guest
for anyone to host,
unless the dragon hiccuped
and... [+]
The battle was brutal and losses were high. Ralph the Brave, Robin of the Forests, and me, Ariane with the Golden Fingers, were the only survivors on our side. But we had no time to mourn the fate... [+]
Bashir looked at the sunlight coming in through the window. The weather was magnificent, but he was forced to wait here, in the shade of the big boarders’ dining hall at Mimosa School.
It was... [+]
Bibop was a little dragon with orange scales. He had been living on Grey Mountain with his mother since he’d been born. That was already nearly a hundred years ago. A hundred years old, that's... [+]
— Great! Another present!
A few days ago, Oscar celebrated his birthday with his parents.
Today he got a parcel from his godfather who lived a long way away. Very excited, he rushed to open it and... [+]
The bell rang. Enzo gave his parents a quick hug and ran to take his place in the line. There was no doubt that this was going to be the best day of his life: at last he was going to secondary... [+]