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why do i keep finding these things in my inbox?
There was a village many years ago, a village like no other for one main reason.
I don’t like where this is going already.
Now as many people know, towns are fearful of dragons, they hide away from them, they try to protect themselves from them, but this town was different. Instead of fearing dragons and trying to kill them, they had them as pets per say.
Oh God. Scaleys.
Many years before hand, many many years, one man somehow managed to train a dragon, and found him more loyal to any other creature there was.
Did he try, oh, I dunno… DOGS?
The dragon that man trained done anything for the humans, and all humans started to respect them more. That dragon had hatchlings, and wanted to let them raise with the humans and itself, so that in the future, all dragons and humans could live in peace. It seems to have worked because now, a few generations after that dragon died, dragons and humans do live in peace, with no fear.
It seems too innocent. Read on for the wolf in dragon’s clothing after the jump.
Another fic - this time narrated by FYTS.
It had been the fourth day in a row the grayish-blue ogre boy called the teacher to excuse himself to the restroom. This boy didn’t actually have to go to the bathroom. Having a sort of a mean streak, once outside the classroom he would often find ways to amuse himself, whether that meant teasing or pushing around other kids on their way to the bathroom. On the off chance he managed to strike up a conversation, it usually would not last long because of his general crudeness and self centered attitude. But it didn’t matter if he met anyone on the way to the restrooms, which were large rooms with no doors or partitions around the sections of holes in the floor which the students would relieve themselves over. He would usually spend around 10 minutes in the restrooms either playing a video game or with his hands down his pants. He wasn’t exactly liked by the other children at these times due to the varying, meandering commentary he often made when those who actually came into the bathroom for a reason. His rude bathroom habits that often transcended the bathroom didn’t do him many favors, even with the few friends he did have.
Can you guess where this story is going? I sure can.
oh god what have I done
In honor of the 1,000th post, I thought I’d post a linkable list to all the posts that made FYTS great.
Thank you guys. <3