Days of the Dragon Short Story
created by Shaun Scott‘1993( 13 years old) 45 pages continued in 2013
The dragon is a mythical beast; In the folklore of many European and Asian Cultures. Legends describe dragons as large lizard like creatures
That breathe fire and have a long scaly tail. In Europe dragons are traditionally portrayed as Evil. Dragons can compared to vampires creatures of the night or blood sucking creatures that represent the evil fought by mankind.
In Chinese culture, the dragon symbolizes power, wisdom, and imperial authority. It represents good luck and authority, serving as an emblem of the emperor, closely associated with the majesty of the sovereign and the capability to govern the state. In Chinese culture, the dragon symbolizes power, wisdom, and imperial authority. It represents good luck and authority, serving as an emblem of the emperor, closely associated with the majesty of the sovereign and the capability to govern the state.
Dragons can be compared to vampires, creatures of the night or blood suckers who fly and have to hunt for their food at night who represent the evil fought by mankind
Mai Jane White, that was my real name it’s been 20 years since I have used that name and have been human. I am a Dragon of the Night, and this is my story. In about 1981 I was sixteen years old just a normal teenager living in a small town of Pennsylvania. I remember this night clearly it was a long winter that year. Coming home from my friend’s Maggie ‘s house I decided to go through De jour Park. This park was a short cut to my home. The park could sometimes be filled with homeless or maybe dangerous drug addicts. Usually if you walked fast with your head up nobody would bother you
Something, a Creature, an Asian Man came out of the Sky and lunched and attacked me and bit at my neck . Then he vanished. When I came home I was in a state of hysteria, confused and sacred. I couldn’t stop shaking and crying, my lips and teeth Shaked as well . It was like I was living a nightmare. I closed my door in the house rapidly, locked it and then ran upstairs into my bathroom and turned on the tub. Opened the medicine closet and put some bandages on my neck. The wounds needed stiches but I was afraid to go to the hospital who was, going to believe me.
As I laid in the tub blood dripped down from the bandages. I stayed in the tub trying to make sense out of it all ,but I couldn’t. I got out of the tub released the water. Went to my bedroom and got into my night clothes and went to bed.
I woke up and rushed to the bathroom to see if my neck was bleeding profusely like it was the other night. The wounds disappeared. Was I dreaming was this one big Nightmare?
My Mother and Father who I called Bob were in the Vets Rehabilitation Center healing Bob’s alcoholism; they would be in the Vets Rehabilitation Center for a Month. I was to Fend for myself for a month. I am a product of an American Marine Vietnamese Veteran and a Vietnamese mother he fell in love and brought home to America to marry. Mia Nguyen to Vietnamese community and Mia Jane White to the American Community.