Micro Bookends 1.13 – Dragon Fire #4 — A Wish for Freedom

General agreement between those who studied earth’s dragon population was that the dragons lived secretive lives in an underground system of tunnels.

As it was the humans who had driven them down there, the dragons wanted to keep it that way but Zalia would have none of that.

“How can you have lived like this all this time?” She remembered asking after she had gone up using one of the exit holes onto the road, and braved the outside world one night. “It’s so musty down here under the roads!”

Her dad had been so furious she’d gone top-side, he didn’t listen to her ‘we’d be happier out there’ theory.

Micro Bookends 1.12 – Dragon Fire #3 — Nostalgia


Video came and went, and much to Zalia’s horror, they started ending up in the bins. The large square blue ones, the ones which hold all the generic rubbish. Not the place for videos at all, or so she thought. Though she kept the form of a twenty six year old, she’d been that age in the 90’s – her favourite year – liked and kept it. At her real age of one hundred years, she’d seen all matter of technology advances, video to DVD to all three forms of blue-ray. With videos as her favourite, this left Zalia with a series of nostalgic stories she didn’t really feel like sharing.

Thanks for reading,
Anna x

Micro Bookends – Dragon Fire #1

My response to Micro Bookends Weekly Challenge 1.10. I’ll continue on with Zalia’s character each week on Fridays 🙂 just for something a bit different!

Photo Credit: Alessandro Valli
Photo Credit: Alessandro Valli

Explosive, that was the word they’d used to describe her mood swings. To Zalia, this sounded like utter nonsense, the word had negative connotations, and to her the mood swings were perfectly natural. Especially as she was of dragon descent.

Zalia was slight and feisty, adorned with hazel eyes and a chocolate brown pixie cut, plus, she loved to bake. Baking of any sort calmed her – anything to keep her intense emotions at bay.

On this particular Friday though, even baking couldn’t subdue her frustration. Thus she found herself sitting on the floor, muttering repeatedly to herself, “it’s not a disorder. It’s not a disorder. It’s not a disorder.”

Thanks for reading and have a great weekend!
Anna x