Things got a bit dreamy last week, so we brought things back down to earth. Probably ancient earth. Hard to tell.
This was more of a normal, bland, boring type of challenge. Come up with a Drabble about a half giraffe, half dragon. You know, like you do.
Theories remain . . . unsettled.
Some claim the Draffée was nothing more than a traveler’s exaggeration. A trick of heat, distance, and imagination. Others insist the evidence is there, if you know where to look.
Fragments. Sightings. Stories that refuse to fade.
Take a look and see how each writer made their hundred words count . . .
A big thanks to everyone who participated and took on the challenge this week!
- Kathy Goddard writer
- Eolas Pellor
- Dan J Roberts - Author
- Jesse R Traynham - Author
- Mary Zuelke Author
Table of Contents
- The Purpose of the Draffee by Kathy Goddard writer
- The Rivals by Eolas Pellor
- Derick the Draffée by Dan J Roberts - Author
- At Last by Jesse R Traynham - Author
- The Abyss of Zōa by Mary Zuelke Author
by Eolas Pellor
Likes: 5
Words: 100
“Here’s Bondeau,” Iskander Sonwil smirked. “Come from the swamps with another yarn spun out of half-turths and old-wives’ tales.” The man he addressed put down his musket and turned to face him.
“Sonwil. I should have known you were here by the nasty smell when I entered,” Jean-Jacques Bondeau replied. “Still, I’m glad you’re here. At last I have the proof.” He pulled a roll from his pack, and spread it out in front of the astonished tavern.
“That can’t be!” Sonwil said, shock draining his colour.
“The pelt of the draffée,” Bondeau replied, exuding confidence. “Proof positive it exists.”
Likes: 5
Words: 100
Curiosity had a way of getting Derick into trouble. …and today would be no exception. What were the humans doing today? he wondered. Peeking out, practically lying down behind some bushes. “Why did my neck have to be so long?” He spotted the little humans down by the creek again. Oh, how he would love to join them. Most Draffées were afraid of water. Not Derick. He thought of joining them but then remembered the last time. He didn’t need pictures of himself showing up in the paper again. Just then, he heard one of the big humans scream…
Likes: 5
Words: 100
Robert, or "Bobby" as his friends called him, was lost. The forest was lush and damp, nothing like home.
Bobby was banished from the grasslands. He never meant to be destructive. He was still learning. The memory of the burning fields haunted him when he closed his eyes.
He searched for a new home by tracking his dragon clan into the forest, but lost the scent.
He rested in a cool stream as steam rose from the heat of his hooves. A familiar, ancient voice broke the silence.
"Robert," it rumbled.
"It's Bobby now."
"I've been waiting. Welcome home, son."
Likes: 4
Words: 100
The draffee stretched its fiery wings and called to his mother, ‘Why do we fly?’ ‘We fly so that our magic can be spread far and wide.’
‘What is our magic, Mother? I don’t have any.’
The draffee swished his crackling tail to and fro, showing his displeasure.
‘Your powers will come, my darling.’
‘But what is our purpose? Do we soar through the skies, frightening people with our flames?’
‘Oh no, we are invisible to the creatures below us.’
‘Then what is our purpose?’ he repeated.
‘We share our magic with the humans - we set fire to their imaginations.’
Likes: 3
Words: 100
Drogo and Pyria—noble Draffée of Netheria—guard the Abyss of Zōa, the pool of all life. Invaders from the Etherlands crave its waters, the essence of all that was and will be. Drogo commands the rift between realms; his lightning speed and a fire whipping tail shatter every crossing. Pyria stands at the sacred brink, her flaming mane the final shield wall. Within the Abyss, Zōa itself carries their child. If they fall, life will be reborn not only of flesh, but as wrath. Praygo will awaken with Netherian knowledge to unhinge their world and remake creation.
When Colton Travers was just four months old, a runaway horse on Bent Oak Road cause a car wreck that left his mother dead. His father survived, then vanished. Raised on family stories and faded photographs, he never questioned the past . . . until a worn shoe box of old clippings surfaced with hints of a darker truth. Now, drawn into a fifty-year-old unsolved case, Colton must chase a trail gone cold, where memory holds the clues, time keeps the truth, and justice demands satisfaction.
Stargazing at the June Bug Ranch
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