Breathing Fire

Two dragons stomped about in the gravel. Their footsteps made scratchy noises as they passed. Their long tails scraped and scoured, leaving a trail behind curvy as a snake’s path. From their nostrils came a roaring blast of fire, hot enough to melt the tar on which they trod. They spoke quietly in a secret language that I could hear but not understand.

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Author: Virginia DeBolt

Writer and teacher who writes blogs about web education, writing practice, and pop culture.

2 thoughts on “Breathing Fire”

  1. The audience settled down into hushed anticipation as the entire theater suddenly went to black. Feet could be heard shuffling softly across the circular stage as the performers got into position. With a whoosh, flames lit the stage from six points as the brightly costumed fire breathers began the show. Spotlights fell on them and then slid to highlight a trio of acrobats descending on ropes from the scaffolding above the stage.

  2. With a quiet demeanour, she gestured and spoke, as she moved up and down the aisle. Breathing fire, she stoked our collective imaginations, as we strove to find an answer, to our own collective queries.All turned to look at her, as if in need of succour. With searing despair, we realized that though she had ignited millions of questions in our minds, she had no satisfactory answers to any one of them.

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