A Horror Movie
Young couple walking down the dark, empty street, a little freaked out by the aggressive
blackness of the night. It crowds around, silently snarling.
Suddenly, a flash of movement. There was just time to wonder what the hell was THAT,
when the world becomes a sharp, painful blur. Scales blending with dagger teeth, a
nightmare in green. Blood, festive red, gleaming on the pavement.
Guess St. George didn't get ALL the dragons......
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