Dainty Dragons

Week 7 of my Flash Fiction Friday's!

It's a little odd to break from the mold the week after I set it... but I decided to write another kiddie story this week instead of a grown-up one, 'cause I think they're more fun anyways.

As such I don't feel that they're is any real need for a common sense rating this week; this story was written for kids, but I think that adults would enjoy it as well.

So without any farther ado, here is "Dainty Dragons."

I feel left out… everyone talks about the great big dragons who live in towers, but no one talks about the little dragons like me. 

I’m a dainty dragon, and I’m only 600 years old, just a kid. I’m only an inch and a half long, but if I grow up to be a REALLY big dragon like my daddy I might be 4 whole inches!

We breathe fire too, but we don’t roast knights or hurt people, we usually only light the candles on birthday cakes, and roast marshmallows with our firey breath.

We live all over the place, but we’re so small that most people look right past us, ‘cause they think that we’re just little birds; sometimes they even think that the extra little dragons like me are bugs! And I don’t think that’s fair. Smetimes I wish I could blow a little bit of smoke into their noses when they say that, but my parents say that I shouldn’t.

I do want to be a nice dragon, and grow up into a respectable dragon like my parents, (they are in charge of drying wood out for campers after rainstorms) but it’s just so hard when no one knows that I am here!

I wish that people knew I wasn’t just a “dragonfly”... but a real flying dragon right in front of them! But my green shimmering scales and my super long tail confuses people when they aren’t super close. 

Once in a while, I’ve met a few people-kids who could see me, and who knew what I was! They always get excited and ask me to blow fire for them… but then I get so excited that I can barely even summon an ember for them.

But most of the time when they try to tell their parents about me, their parents say that I’m not real. Once or twice, when I was still an extra young dragon, (only 200 years old) I bit them, but they just complained about “those darn mosquitoes” and left. But some parents know that I’m real… they are the extra nice, extra fun ones. They help look for me, but my mommy says that I should hide from adults so that they won’t find me. Because if they did, they would just get picked on by the other grown-up people. 

I've got to go now, so that I can practice breathing fire, and lighting candles... I hope that I will be able to breathe big fires for birthday candles soon… did you have your birthday already this year? Maybe I can light your next candle for you!

Thanks for the read!

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