A plague on both your houses (3/3)

Having grown up with 12 sisters, Spontaneous Bucket was no stranger to unexpected phenomena. Still, the sheer magnitude of the beast took even him by surprise, 'Wow. I mean. Wow.' The dragon sighed, 'I see that human is still synonymous with dung beetle.' It was always difficult to seem sensible once someone had established that … Continue reading A plague on both your houses (3/3)

A plague on both your houses (2/3)

In times of plague it was always best to err on the side of caution where pustules were concerned. Even without the secret soothsayer's custard based predictions, cutting one of the strange mounds open suggested an up close, all round, surround sound, pus experience. Spontaneous Bucket took a deep breath, whatever happened this would be … Continue reading A plague on both your houses (2/3)

The death of dragons

The dragon was more than motionless, it was lifeless.  If he hadn’t known better the hunter would have sworn it was a statue.  He snapped his teeth, taunting the beast, 'The time of your tyranny is finally over!' he said, swishing his cape dramatically. He’d rehearsed this several times in front of a mirror and … Continue reading The death of dragons