Writing.. dump?

Writing.. dump?

"Oh, would you just be quiet?" I peered hard at the parrot, trying to make sure I didn't look in to its eyes. Those beady, black balls always sent chills down my spine. And what it said never helped, especially since it chose to speak those damned words whenever company was around. Sure, it shouldn't have effected me too much. But when you have a detective snooping around, pushing their nose into your business? You don't want this little fiend around, making them think what it is saying could possibly be true.

Well, in actuality... it really was. I had seen the little bastard do it.

"If you ever tell anyone what you saw, I'll kill you."

***

Have you ever felt the gentle breeze as it glides softly across your skin? Or the rejuvinating warmth of the moons kind rays as you soar through the sky? Do you eve know and understand the beauty and wonders of flight. To ride upon feathred or leathery wings, free of the worlds hold and all of its limiting factors.

Never can you simply know, even with an imagination. Feeling its own truth gives the belief. Not the painful longing brought about by lies and deceit.

***

Iamstupid, must write something. Oh my god, just scribble. Doodle if you must! Entertain yourself. ENTERTAIN!

***

With every day that passed, the entity that followed him seemed to be getting cockier. The fact that only he could supposedly see the creature disturbed him a fair degree, for it made him unsure of whether or not he was becoming delusional--or something growing split personalities. Whichever it happened to be, he simply hoped that it would leave him alone. Though his curiosity at it for calling itself Dragonhawk tended to override his want for it to vanish.

Sighing, he brushed a hand across his face just as a Turian wandered past, sky and medium blue hair falling briefly infront of pure white... globbidy gook.

***

The veil of reality and fantasy is so easily broken, shattered and drawn away. We may think that we know every thing there is about our world. But in truth? ...We could never be further from it. There are still those who walk our lands which remain unfound by the scientific eye, but abundant to those who simply wish to believe. Or those who pretend and act that the thought of something beyond our imagination wandering under our nose simply cannot exist, are in actuality the first to see them.

***

"Has anyone seen Yukai?"

"Last I saw of him, he was out on the deck leaning aganist the guard rail. He looked like, well... He was about ready to take off like Max and the rest do."

The crew of the Winry K. frowned. Fly? He was just another human like themselves. Sighing, the woman walked out onto the deck. Glancing around, she saw someone near the front and went toward them. It was then some creature flew up and landed infront of her. She stifled a scream and gasped, staaring at the being before her.

(Woot. These were written two years ago so yaknow)

***

*Random scribbles that is supposedly handwriting* I can't even read it.. Maybe the dog got a hold of a pencil.

***

He knew that the stranger was an elf, and he also knew that he could feel the gentle, almost non-existant niggle of magic. It was faint, soft, barely perceptible and impossible to trace back to him. He coudln't help grinning softly, but wiped it away just before the elf turned his gaze on himm.Clearing his throat, he watched *something I can't discern... looks like 'a thiefs'* carefully *somethinhg* the *something* of his eye.

***

We were gratuted(wtf?) and I mumbled happily under my breath.

***

Dragonhawk's refridgeraor is currently filled with... nothing. He does not have one. Rather, he hunts. On his 'bedroom' floor, there is a scattering of bones, precious gems and stones, scraps of flesh...

His feet are large and covered in strong, glittering, ivory scales. He has a total of four toes with a velociraptors sickle claw as the fourth. (From a character building exercise)

***

And then I died. Or am I doing this backwards? They say there is always a way to start a book, no matter its content, so maybe this will work better. My name is Dragonhawk, I am not human--though I pretend to be--and I am the inhabitant of a planet called Zenix. I also tend to visit Earth every now and then, but you didn't ask, did you?

***

She could probably derail a train, yeah. She could probably turn it in to a talking duck.

***

The two guards at the gate watched warily as the man passed through, his face and features hidden by a black, hooded cloak (of sunshine and happiness! *Murdered*) All they could discern was the *definetely NOT my handwriting* symbol of a sun with a crescent moon through its middle and a cloud covering most of it.

***

A faint ringing began to invade his skull, slowly growing in to an incessant pain. If anything would work to stir him, it was certainly this, effectively rousing him from a well-earned rest. Lifting a clawed hand and ruffling the fur on his shoulders, he opened his eyes to a mere slit and peered out. If anything, he wnated to find its cause and silence it, if that was in the least bit possible. "Oh, come on already," he groaned, arhching his wings and pushing himself up off the ground. He didn't have any sort of alarm made to wake him, so *in the least?* it didn't make sense.

Grumbling and dusting off his fur, he opened his maw to shout at the sky--just as it stopped.

***

If you learned anything from this, it is that I am bored easily and have poor handwriting when writing in the pitch dark.