The Dragon Escapades of Sir Erudite. pt 2A Story by SirEruditeSir Erudite records his captivity in a dragon's cave.Entry No. 27 It is day three of my captivity. The dragon spends most of his time upon a bed of jewels. As to how a creature could find a pile of such a substance comfortable eludes me. He keeps a large rock to high to scale in front of the entrance, I have tried scaling the interruption in my transverse out of the wretched den, but to no avail. I sought another entrance but there is no evident means of escape other than the single entrance. Really! Do dragons never keep a backdoor? Entry No. 28 It is day seven of my captivity. I have been unable to write in my precious journal for the dragon kept it from me, believing I was plotting my escape. I retrieved it but now it smells of smoke and bad breath! I almost wish the dragon would do away with me, and wonder he hasn't already. Is he preparing me for a special occasion? A grand feast perhaps, or a present to his mate? Entry No. 29 Day eight of my captivity. It stinks of dragon. Entry No. 30 Day nine of my pitiful captivity, my terrible predicament! I have been living off of mice and rats, my nights are tormented by the snoring dragon, and I don't have my sword! Really I mean does the dragon really think I would kill him? He is my only way of shifting the boulder, and there are a thousand things in this cave that could be used as a weapon! I fear I weary myself in vain Entry No. 31 Day ten of my captivity. There is some hope, the dragon left the boulder cracked open, I believe I can pry the opening wider and make it through, but first I must slay the dragon. I am happy I saved this pointy stick.
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StatsAuthorSirEruditebangkok, Christian , ThailandAboutI am.A writer of a thousand words and a imagination of a billion pictures. A seeker of knowledge, a person of thought. A Christian missionary, an american high schooler. An artist of thought, a actor .. more..Writing
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