A Dragon is Eating my Leg 2 by MagnusSamma, literature
Literature
A Dragon is Eating my Leg 2
A short, brown-haired woman warily ascended the steps of the Maple Leaf Gardens in Toronto, glancing about nervously at the throngs of excited hockey fans milling around her, waving totems appropriate for their favored teams and occasionally bursting out into chants of support. Finding an opening in the crowd, she hurriedly stepped up to the gate, had her ticket torn, and entered the arena proper, sticking close to the walls to avoid getting caught up in the crowd.
"The Olympics weren't anywhere near this bad," she muttered as she hurried along, not even bothering to note the section numbers along the way. Ascending to the nosebleed sectio
A Dragon is Eating my Leg 1 by MagnusSamma, literature
Literature
A Dragon is Eating my Leg 1
At a truck stop in the middle of nowhere, an old gray pickup ambled slowly into the parking lot, belching exhaust fumes and the occasional unhealthy looking burst of sparks. The vehicle's suspension springs groaned like old bones as the driver slid his long legs out of the door and pulled himself upright, shutting the door with an unnecessary amount of force that made the entire truck shudder dangerously. Pausing to pat the heads of the two goats contentedly munching hay in the back, he strolled nonchalantly into the diner.
It was not unusual to see large, burly men in the diner, but the driver nonetheless turned a few heads as he entered.
Prologue Part 1: This will end in Tears
To say that the northeastern American city of Apollonia was normally a serene, quiet place would be a falsehood. To be sure, it rarely made the national news, but every large group of people has a noise all of its own. The borough known as Little Rome was particularly noisy, in the manner that muggings and shootings and the dealing of drugs tend to be.
Curiously, the neighborhood's name did not come from any sort of ethnic identity the inhabitants felt themselves to have. Rather, Little Rome was known for an excess of housing done in the Neo Classical style, sporting enough pillars and arches and f
I woke up today, and there was a tiny god on my shoulder.
It stayed there while I got undressed, took a shower, and then got re-dressed. It was a tenacious little thing, but then they generally are. This happens all the time, you see. A lot of the time I wake up and everything is normal, and I have a fine day, but just as often there's this tiny god sitting on my shoulder, watching me. You get used to it, after a while.
The thing is that they're heavy. Tiny, sure, but it is a god, after all, so it's remarkably heavy. It took me a few weeks to get used to the weight, but now I'm not walking around with one of my shoulders permanently slumped
I was sitting in a restaurant,
and the waiter brought a tray.
I asked him what it was.
He said, "Isn't this what you ordered?"
I told him, "No, I didn't order anything."
I was waiting in my car,
and the waiter gave me a sack.
I asked him what was going on.
He said, "Isn't this what you ordered?"
I told him, "No, I ordered something else."
I was standing around at home,
and the waiter hauled in a box.
I asked him what he was doing.
He said, "Isn't this what you ordered?"
I told him, "Yes, that's what I ordered,
but I didn't know I was ordering it."
I was sitting in a restaurant,
and the waiter brought a tray.
I asked him what it was.
He said, "Isn't this what you ordered?"
I told him, "No, I didn't order anything."
I was waiting in my car,
and the waiter gave me a sack.
I asked him what was going on.
He said, "Isn't this what you ordered?"
I told him, "No, I ordered something else."
I was standing around at home,
and the waiter hauled in a box.
I asked him what he was doing.
He said, "Isn't this what you ordered?"
I told him, "Yes, that's what I ordered,
but I didn't know I was ordering it."
I woke up today, and there was a tiny god on my shoulder.
It stayed there while I got undressed, took a shower, and then got re-dressed. It was a tenacious little thing, but then they generally are. This happens all the time, you see. A lot of the time I wake up and everything is normal, and I have a fine day, but just as often there's this tiny god sitting on my shoulder, watching me. You get used to it, after a while.
The thing is that they're heavy. Tiny, sure, but it is a god, after all, so it's remarkably heavy. It took me a few weeks to get used to the weight, but now I'm not walking around with one of my shoulders permanently slumped
Prologue Part 1: This will end in Tears
To say that the northeastern American city of Apollonia was normally a serene, quiet place would be a falsehood. To be sure, it rarely made the national news, but every large group of people has a noise all of its own. The borough known as Little Rome was particularly noisy, in the manner that muggings and shootings and the dealing of drugs tend to be.
Curiously, the neighborhood's name did not come from any sort of ethnic identity the inhabitants felt themselves to have. Rather, Little Rome was known for an excess of housing done in the Neo Classical style, sporting enough pillars and arches and f
A Dragon is Eating my Leg 1 by MagnusSamma, literature
Literature
A Dragon is Eating my Leg 1
At a truck stop in the middle of nowhere, an old gray pickup ambled slowly into the parking lot, belching exhaust fumes and the occasional unhealthy looking burst of sparks. The vehicle's suspension springs groaned like old bones as the driver slid his long legs out of the door and pulled himself upright, shutting the door with an unnecessary amount of force that made the entire truck shudder dangerously. Pausing to pat the heads of the two goats contentedly munching hay in the back, he strolled nonchalantly into the diner.
It was not unusual to see large, burly men in the diner, but the driver nonetheless turned a few heads as he entered.
I woke up today, and there was a tiny god on my shoulder.
It stayed there while I got undressed, took a shower, and then got re-dressed. It was a tenacious little thing, but then they generally are. This happens all the time, you see. A lot of the time I wake up and everything is normal, and I have a fine day, but just as often there's this tiny god sitting on my shoulder, watching me. You get used to it, after a while.
The thing is that they're heavy. Tiny, sure, but it is a god, after all, so it's remarkably heavy. It took me a few weeks to get used to the weight, but now I'm not walking around with one of my shoulders permanently slumped
Current Residence: Indiana Favourite genre of music: Rock Operating System: Windows Shell of choice: Clam Skin of choice: My own. It's kind of hairy, but it's warm. Favourite cartoon character: Fluttershy Personal Quote: "Dragons have two penises."
I said more or less the same thing in response to Wolf's journal, but it was a sentiment I thought bore repeating.
A lot of people on DA complain about the strict guidelines on "sexually suggestive" images. Now, I myself don't have a huge problem with this. This isn't an adults only community, and there's a fine line between art and porn that I think needs to be observed. On the other hand, the problem with fine lines is that nobody can ever agree on where exactly they are.
The odd thing, to me, is that I keep hearing about people being told their -drawings- are too sexually suggestive and being forced to take them down. On the other ha
I'd have to say the best thing about DeviantArt so far is the way every time I've tried to submit a desktop the file upload's timed out.
Yes, I'm gonna love this when I'm actually trying to submit a Deviation of some kind....