bookofdragon

Chapter 4                That was the first time I saw Ursula use what I like to call her siren magic. So you must forgive me because I cannot describe how terrifying it is to see what occurred through your own eyes and be completely unaffected but I'll do my best. She began to sing the same sort of way she did when we first officially met. The moment those three of obnoxious punks heard her song they became mindless like they had suddenly become zombies or become me in my history class. You could tell by the looks on their faces that the lights were on but no one was home. Then Ursula's song suddenly became violent. Her singing didn't have

Chapter 3                My home was probably not what you’d expect of an artist. There tends to be a perception that an artist’s place will be an organized mess, filled with junk, with the appearance of a hoarder in residence.  And of course, the artist will be sure to know exactly where things are.  Put simply the expectation is: organized chaos.  My place is not like that. It is extremely organized.  I would say with certainty that anyone can find anything with relative ease unless perhaps they are not the sharpest tool in the shed. The reason I bring this up is because the moment Ursula stepped into my house she said the nic

Chapter 2                "I'm going to make this really simple. Tell me why you're here or I paint the walls of this cave in your blood," the woman said, bringing the blade closer to my neck.                "Okay.  Look, I was just looking for the weird fish lady. I wasn't trying to cause any trouble. Please don't kill me," I squeaked out, trying my best not to panic.                "Ursula"                "Excuse me?"                "My name is Ursula. I'm the weird fish lady. Not that that will make any difference in about five seconds." She then began to sing a single note tune. I know, right?  And I’d be lying if I didn

Chapter 1                Have you ever thought about the myths and legends? Who was the first person that came up with them? Why did they come up with them? Were they just bored or did they have another reason to make them up? And the most important question what if they are real?  But perhaps I'm getting ahead of myself.  Perhaps I should just start off with when I met her.                My name is Jack Markovich. You may have heard of some of the sculptures and paintings I’ve done. If not, that's okay, I know I'm not all that famous. It all began when I was exploring a cave that I had recently discovered. I was trying to get new