Failure to Fly

Sky blue.

I remember being young and seeing it from afar. That infinite mass of cool, kind blue. Watching as they rose to meet it—soaring far above me. Touching the white fluff as they went. Seeking out that calm, soft blue.




That blue that spoke for days upon days about the grandness of the heavens, the glory of the skies.

When I was young, I remember looking up and watching. Mesmerized as the others rose, greeting that serene baby blue.

And I remember thinking:

One day, I won’t just be looking.

One day, I’ll reach it, too.

That’s what wings are for, after all.

Reaching for the sky.

Continue reading “Failure to Fly”

Fail or Fly

“So… you’re—what? Just going to try it out? Right here? Right now? On yourself? No beta, no guinea pig? Just you jumping from a cliff with a pair of fake wings strapped to your back?”

“Yep!” I replied, tightening the strap around the back. The one that would keep me in control of the contraption.

My flying, wooden contraption.¬† Continue reading “Fail or Fly”

Sticky Situation

Honestly, I hated this. Every moment of it.


You have to do what you have to do. Especially when what you have to do is stop yourself from killing others.


Being a Werewolf 101:

You go crazy on full moons. Whether you want to or not, and you’ll probably end up killing someone.

Being a Werewolf 102, though:

Witches can help.

They’re a pain in the ass, and they’re crazy, and mostly smell like moss and stinky cheese.


They can help.

You just have to live long enough to get the help, that’s all. Continue reading “Sticky Situation”

Dragon Prince

There are all types of dragons out there.

Big ones, small ones. Ones that breathe fire, or ice. Ones that don’t breathe anything at all. Ones that can swim, ones that can fly, ones that can dig. There are all different kinds of dragons out there, and they all serve a purpose. All have a function. Every last one of them is important.

And I believe it’s the same with humans, too.

The ones with heritage, the ones without. The ones with royalty in their blood, and the ones that know their way around a field.

Even the sassy humans. The stubborn ones. The ones that don’t know when to quit, that don’t understand danger, don’t see it as a problem. Humans that don’t care for heritage. For responsibility or duty. Even humans that chase after something, without regard to what he leaves behind.

Even a human like you. Continue reading “Dragon Prince”


Do you know what’s scary?


And I don’t mean in that vague, temporary way. The way in which you walk into a room—be it the kitchen, or the laundry room, or your living room—and forget what it is that you’re there to do. What task you had in mind, or what object you meant to pick up. And then, after staring intently into the abyss for a moment, you remember what it is and then go about your day, the feeling of an unseeable itch gone, replaced by the relief of remembering.

I don’t mean that kind of forgetting at all.

I mean truly, sincerely forgetting.


It’s terrifying when you think about it.

Because, really…

…how do you remember what it was you forgot?

You can’t.

You’ve forgotten.

Spooky, isn’t it?

What have you forgotten, I wonder?

Was it important?

Was it beautiful?

Was it magical?

Was it something like this?

I wonder for your sake, not mine.

I’ve already been shown what I lost to my bad memory. What it was that I forgot.

And it was all those things in one. Continue reading “Soaring”

Power Thrill

Power isn’t a driving force in my life. It isn’t something I want, or crave, or would kill for, like others do.

But when I do happen to have it?


Does it feel good.

That’s what I always liked best about the cavalry. About the horses and the battalion and the swords and guns.


We were like moving thunder.

Gods among men, tracking down whatever we pleased. Whoever needed to be tracked down. We flew—in our own way—over the land, and the people would hear our horses’ hooves and know:

Thunder was here.

And that meant lightning was going to strike.

That was really what I loved:

Being the lightning.

I suppose that’s why I volunteered for this. If riding horses into battle was a rush, how much greater would it be to ride a dragon into battle?

Hopefully, in a few short hours, I’d know. Continue reading “Power Thrill”

O Starlit Night

I loved this.

The feel of the cold winter, biting at your face. Determined to freeze you. The motion of time stuck in sludge, powerless against your progression. The sound of the bells in the open, enchantingly lighter than the air, causing nature to be jealous.

There was nothing better.

And, when I finally did allow time to record me, it was only to record these small deeds:

Wonder and amazement.

Continue reading “O Starlit Night”

Heart of the Dragon

A dragon’s heart is a very coveted possession. It has the power to heal, to destroy, and, most of all:

To burn.


That’s what dragons do.

Or, did.

Most of them went extinct. There used to be thousands of them. My grandpa told me you could hardly look up without spotting one. They were as numerous as birds.

But then, the secret of a dragon’s heart was discovered.

And then, as with all things humanity covets, they were cut down from the skies. Fires were no longer breathed into existence. However, humanity still used the hearts for fires.

We nearly destroyed ourselves.

For now, it has been deemed illegal to hunt dragons. Though, frankly, the law is seemingly pointless.

There are no more dragons.

At least, that’s what I had previously thought.

But that night, I saw wings in the sky. Bright blue. A stark contrast the the dark above, and the speckles of light. There was no moon out, so I supposed it could have been the shadows playing tricks on my eyes.

It was doubtful though.

The shadow of light blue moved to the mountain. I watched as the shadow descended on the mountain.

And I marked the spot in my mind.

Here I am, not even a day later, and I’m climbing that mountain. Determined to find that dragon. Not because I want to take his heart. No, I’m not that selfish. Nor am I that arrogant. I don’t want to take his heart.

I just want to see it. Continue reading “Heart of the Dragon”

A Tiny World Saver

There comes a time in everyone’s life, I think. A time when you have to decide to move forward, or try to destroy yourself going back. When you have to decide whether or not you’re good enough, or if you need more work, or if you’ll just never get there. A time when you have to look at yourself and make an accurate assessment, otherwise, you might destroy your future.

You have to know your limits.

That’s probably what I’m trying to get at.

I’m not very strong, and I’m not very tall, and I’m not particularly fast.

But, that doesn’t matter.

Not when you can do what I can do.

It might seem weird, and complicated, and to some, it doesn’t even seem like much.

But in a situation like this?

It’s all I need.

I won’t save everyone, because I can’t. And I won’t be the hero at the end of the day. In fact, I’ll probably be hailed a coward for what I’m going to do.

But, you know what?

I don’t really care.

Because what I can do, it’s going to save the people I care about.

And, to me, that’s what matters. It’s why I do what I do.

I’ll save them. Continue reading “A Tiny World Saver”