Introductions:

Hi! I'm The Shadow Fright Dragon! (Yeah, no kidding) My favorite movie is How To Train Your Dragon! I am a writer and an artist. (Yay?) There isn't anything else to say really so...

Meow?

Update:

It was a beautiful and sunny day, and I was inside (as usual), and I decided to write. I hadn't posted in what, two, three months? I had just sat down with my device when-

BANG!

The door was thrown open. A giant, pale-yellow beast was standing in the doorway. It's teeth were solid black, and it's eyes were no different. It growled and slowly came closer, causing me to back away. It spread it's ancient, ghostly wings, and I instantly knew who it was.

"Writer's Block." I agree, the name is pretty stupid, but it doesn't make it any less dangerous. It roared at me and I reach for the only weapon I could find: my metal pole (don't ask why). Most dragons can be good, but this... Thing, was anything but good. Each of it's steps closer to me made my heart beat faster. I felt a cool, flat surface against my back. Great! I thought. Now I'm backed into a wall! No where to run now! Suddenly it jumped at me, and I ducked just it time. I ran to the door as fast as I could, and out of the house. It came bonding after me, obviously angry. We circled each-other, and I clenched the pole tighter.

"Think your so tough, huh?" I snapped. "You can't even catch someone with twigs for arms!" (I was referring to my lack of muscle-mass) It lunged at me. I just managed to slam it in the head with the pole. It shrieked at me, growling as it stumbled, a little disoriented from the blow. Smiling, I charge. It moves it's head away, but only just in time. It didn't do much, considering I just slammed the end of it into it's neck. It wailed in pain and I flinched, but then I remembered that it attacked me first, not the other way around. It snapped at me, but I dodged.

"Hey!" I jump onto it's back and it yelped in surprise. I clung to horns as it tried to buck me off. It shook it's head and I almost fell off, but stopped it by slamming the end of the pole at the base of one of its two longest horns. There was a loud crack and the creature collapsed. I stared at the horn that was clutched in my hand and winced in sympathy. I slammed the end of the pole into the side of its head to knock it out.

Even thought I had locked it up, I know it's only a matter of time until it escapes.

Read this if you care!

Dear bullies,

See that boy doing his homework in homeroom? Last night he talked his friend out of suicide.

See that girl you just called fat? She is starving herself.

See that old man you made fun of because of his ugly scars? He fought for our country.

See that young boy you just made fun of for always being sick? He has to walk home in the snow because his family is too poor.

See that girl you made fun of for wearing too much makeup? You made fun of her for not wearing it too.

See that boy you just tripped? He is abused enough at home. He doesn't need more at school.

See that guy you just made fun of for crying? He found out that his mother is terminally ill.

See that boy you just called stupid? He has disabilities and studies for hours and hours every night.

See that girl you just called ugly? She spends every cent of her money on clothes and makeup, just so people will like her.

There's a lot more to people than you see on the outside.

Post this on your profile if you're against bullying, anywhere and everywhere.