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You waited all week for this, admit it.

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Non Game of Thrones fans can’t appreciate the photo, but dragons are pretty awesome nonetheless.

Here are my contributions….

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It was the best of times, it was the worst of times…. And then the dragons arrived.

Who needs a guillotine when you have dragons?

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In the beginning there was the Word…. and then the dragons arrived.

So that’s how the bush started burning.

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‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, not a creature was stirring not even a mouse. And then the dragons arrived.

Santa is in for a big surprise.

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Now you.

Add dragons to something.

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36 thoughts on “Let’s play.”

  1. I’m going to cheat, as usual. First, I am going to use the whole first paragraph. And it is going to be from an unpublished novel — an unpublished novel written by me. I hope you won’t mind…

    He was furious! Anything and everything he could grasp to throw flew anywhere and everywhere it could go. There was no sense to his rage, no reason to his madness. All he knew was he could smell it, whatever it was, but he couldn’t find it, couldn’t see it, couldn’t touch it. But it was here, he could smell it. So he was here. What was it, what did the smell tell him? It was small, innocuous, hidden right out in the open, like the smell of new-mowed lawn on a desert breeze — it didn’t belong there, but it was there, and could not be ignored. But this smell was not like new-mowed grass, which was sweet, and good to smell. This was its opposite, so sour he could taste it with his tongue, a taste-smell that was horrible to perceive. He stopped his motion, but could not stop his emotion. It riled him to stand still, but if he was going to find its source, he had to take his time, conquer it, not let it conquer him as it had when he first smelled it, followed it to this house, allowed himself to go berserk. No, if nothing else, he was human, and human meant master of a thing, master of any thing, master of the thing — master of this thing. There were no air currents in the house, nothing to tell him where he might search that would be better than any other place. It was pervasive, persuasive, evasive. It was all of those things and more. The smell was equally everywhere; the smell was driving him beyond himself, to the animal in himself, to the animal he was. The smell kept itself from him, teasing him, screeching at him, I’m here, but you can’t find me. The smell was dead, but had never lived. The smell was terror! And then the dragons arrived!

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      1. Hey, it’s not supposed to be funny. The novel is a horror novel, which I “never” intended to write but it came out of me as a catharsis after finishing my first unpublished novel.
        Just btw, the novel was called The Man Who Came in from the Forest. The first novel, not a part of a trilogy either, was called The Cold End of the Bathtub.

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      4. You never know when your life is about to change, even if that change is going to be a big one. And who notices the weather, the way Thomas Hardy always did; I didn’t — I had no reason to look. And then the dragons came!

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  4. “The first time I laid eyes on Terry Lennox he was drunk in a Rolls-Royce Silver Wraith outside the terrace of The Dancers……….and then the dragons came” – Raymond Chandler, the Long Goodbye

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  6. I was born twice: first, as a baby girl, on a remarkably smogless Detroit day in January of 1960; and then again, as a teenage boy, in an emergency room near Petoskey, Michigan, in August of 1974, & then the dragons came.

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  7. Call me Jonah. My parents did, or nearly did. Then the dragons came.

    We are at rest, five miles behind the front. Then the dragons came.

    Buck did not read the newspapers, or he would have known that trouble was brewing…Then the dragons came.

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  9. *It was the best of times, it was the worst of times…. And then the dragons arrived. Then things got worser.
    *In the beginning there was the Word…. and then the dragons arrived. After that, women went back to beating their laundry on rocks.
    *‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, not a creature was stirring not even a mouse. And then the dragons arrived. After that, the unicorns and leprechauns. It was no longer a silent night.

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  13. The stern of the Obilye pushed through the fog like a hand parting curtains, but the world remained invisible, cloaked in shades of black and gray. And then the dragons arrived.

    That’s the opening to my novel, and damn if I’m not intrigued about the dragons now. Perhaps THIS is the long-awaited sequel…

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