Micro Bookends 1.12 – Dragon Fire #3 — Nostalgia

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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 #2 — Wings

So Zalia is back in my response to Micro Bookends Weekly Challenge 1.11!

Photo Credit: Helium Paper and Party
Photo Credit: Helium Paper and Party

Rating different creatures on their development on photo day was something teachers did each year, and was something which Zalia had always loathed. This was mainly on account of her under developed wings, which had made her skill set close to that of a plastic dinosaur in the teachers eyes.

Her wings now were something to be envied. Though still a little small, they made up for it with their vibrant colours. An autumn rainbow of reds, oranges, yellows, golds and browns.

Despite her wings’ major improvement, the taunting had increased her natural dragon like moodiness down the track. Something which Zalia hated with a dark passion, along with the overly thoughrough, school record system.

Thank you 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