Dragon The Poet

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2020

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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 histo...

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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 sw...

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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 fo...

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