Object Story- "Prolugue" of a story

          The dragon’s flaming breath scorched the air in an angry hiss. Kate and I barely dodged the flames in time. We fell to the ground and looked at one another. We both knew that we were never going to win this. The dragon was too strong now it wasn’t a figure anymore. The forest was burned down to a crisp. I looked past Kate and saw my bow. “ Get my bow!”, I yelled to Kate. She lunged for the bow, but the dragon was too fast and swung her across the opening. I watched in horror as Kate lied there looking lifeless. Think think THINK! There was no time for thinking the dragon was already making its way in my direction. I army crawled to the bow and slinged and arrow into place. I hit the dragon right in the eye. It screeched and in it’s moment of distress swung its tail around and nailed me. I smacked into a thick tree and fell to the ground.

A high pitched ringing rang in my ears.Get up! I yelled at myself. Get up now! Save Kate!

I strained to get up and tried to focus my vision. I saw a blurry figure of the dragon making its way towards Kate. I screamed to Kate to get up, to move, to do anything, but she just laid there motionless. I couldn’t think my mind was in a panic. Then the sound of gunshot went off and the dragon gave another screech and out of its shoulder came a trickle of blood. I looked to my right and out of the trees came a figure. I couldn’t make out who the figure was. Until I saw something that no one else does but him in a fight. Is that? No, it can’t be this is all wrong! He’s dead!

To be continued. . .

I am. . .Nichole Duffey

I am. . .

a daughter, the oldest of four, a life in the country riding horses all day, and a heart for animals.

the first child to drive, the first to get a job, a friend and sister, loving and kind, and loyal to the end.

a granddaughter, a falling sunset, an Autumn breeze, a hard worker, a rider, an adventure.

a plaid shirt, a pair of cowboy boots, denim jeans, a dolphin necklace, a woven straw cowboy hat.

a shy little girl, a group of friends, loved and happy, and blind to the real world around her.

I am. . .

a KHS student, a junior, 16 years old, a best friend, a learner and an achiever.

a worker at Party City, a stocker, a helper, a listener, a customer, a straightener.

a dreamer, an adventurer, the smell of salt water at the beach, the squishy sand beneath my feet, children screaming and laughing, shimmering ocean water flowing in waves, the taste of sour salt water as it washes over me, Florida.

hats that hold memories, pins and merchandise from vacations, the photos taken of fun and laughter, a journey.

sticky popsicles and creamy ice cream, the sweet smell of flowers and sun, the cooling splash of pool water.

I am. . .

blue-grey eyes, long dirty blonde hair, a loving smile, a replica of my mother.

a fisher, a shooter, a strong arm, a night owl, long curly hair, shy just like my father.

a book without an ending, a story still to be told, a child of God, a believer, a cross.

unique, different, a stand out in the crowd, a voice, faith, hopeful that cruelty will come to an end, confident, courageous.

a childhood blanket, an Autism pin, my dad’s dragon, Apollo’s box, “An Irish Blessing”.

Taylor Nichole Duffey, daughter of James and Leslie.