Dragon The Poet

“The Therapy Pencil” by Dragon The Poet

Submitted to Contest #269

Lightning stuck! Thunder boomed moments later! The birds scattered around, crying to the others. The air buzzed with energy as the battle begun! TheI stopped writing. Writer’s block, fun. I tapped my pen against my notebook, which was sparkly and had a bunch of mythological creatures on it. At little childish for someone in their twenties, but I find it inspiring sometimes. Unfortunately, right now is not one of those times. I’m a hobby writer, my actual job is that I am an on-call CSI. Not the most well paying job and it gets traumatizing s...

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“The Fake Wedding Date” by Dragon The Poet

Submitted to Contest #264

I don’t like drama. I avoid drama. I don’t even like shows with a lot of drama.So why did I ever agree to being this guy’s date to a wedding? The son of a mother who is my mom’s social enemy? And this wedding of some prominent people in this community? I hardly know those people. They’re only a year or two older than me. I made my exit from this giant social community because of how toxic it was. So did my date. Why did we come back?I fix my cobalt blue and forest green saree, Gods know why I decided to wear one. At my ripe age of 25, I stil...

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“I hate Texas Summers ” by Dragon The Poet

I fucking hate Texas summers.We get 100+ degrees for a week in a row, and if it isn’t 100 degrees, it’ll be 90’s. And our thunderstorms are crazy. Hail and crazy wind. Today is the hottest day of the year. Stupid August core summer. Its 107 degrees out.And I’m out here fighting a fire demon.Its summer vacation, I’m about to start my senior year of college and instead of “Hot Girl Summer” its “Fighting demons left and right summer.” Its not like I have anything better to do. We’re still in a pandemic, and we’re in another big wave of Covid-19...

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“A Broken GPS got us kidnapped by Aliens” by Dragon The Poet

Submitted to Contest #249

“Ugh why is the signal so bad here?” My brother, Shravan, groaned. He kept refreshing both of our phones.“I mean we are in a heavily forested area… and besides we have the car’s GPS and the physical map.”“Sitara akka, I don’t think the GPS is working right.” He pointed out the revolving arrows on the screen.“Its just refreshing, don’t worry.” Area 51 ensured the GPS is working and updated, even if they had signal blockers on. Why is this thing so janky? I thought to myself, still driving.“What kind of secret government agency that you won’t ...

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“A Greeting from the Edge of the Universe” by Dragon The Poet

Submitted to Contest #216

As an intern for Area 51, I’ve seen a lot of strange things. A lot of strange things. I’ve learned to expect the unexpected. Even before I got here, I’ve been doing research on extraterrestrial life, since the summer before I started high school. I remember being bullied for being obsessed with aliens in middle school, so the research stayed classified. My own way of showing that I wasn’t crazy. Sure I probably seemed as crazy as the Ancient Aliens guy Giorgio A. Tsoukalos (who ironically works here in the history department). I got a degree...

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“Swordfight” by Dragon The Poet

Submitted to Contest #203

Clash! Clash! Bong! Swish! “This is getting boring.” “Better surrender soon then, pathetic pirate of the sea, Jaya.” the ugly Captain Roob sneered, puffing his chess and holding his black sword above his head. “First of all, its Captain Jaya. And every pirate is technically of the sea.” “You aren’t even human, sea monster!” “I am a sea person, ” I swirled my sword dramatically, “You wound me with words more than your sword.” I skillfully ducked another jab to the right. “I have hair, unlike sea monsters, though it is of different shades of ...

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“To Laundry or not laundry, that is the question. ” by Dragon The Poet

Submitted to Contest #31

Get up, Jasmine. Do your laundry! No, I don't wanna do it. I'd rather stay in bed. Jasmine, just because you're mourning your best friend's murder, doesn't mean you get to skip out on laundry. It's been two fucking weeks, and only a week since the funeral, give me a damn break. Says the one talking to herself. "FINE I'LL DO IT!!" I yelled to no one, though I'm pretty sure my loud outburst could be heard through the thin walls of our dorm hall. I squeezed my pink Build-a-Bear, the one my best friend, Josephine had gotten for my birthday. I mi...

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