I guess I should start things off with a little bit about myself. Maybe it'll help you relate to me.
I am the product of an interracial coupling. A hybrid—if that's the right term—of the human race.
My mother is African American, my father Italian. My father says I'm like my mother with my compassion and humor, but I'm also like him because of how I look and my interests—like a fusion. It fascinated him.
My family are royal dragons. We rule over Italy and the rest of the European countries. We aren't like the regular dragons; our powers are more advanced than theirs.
I'm supposed to be living in the castle with my family but instead I left them. I couldn't stand it—the constant silent judgement from my cousins, my co-workers at my "normal" job, judgement from political leaders, fake friends, everyone but my immediate family. I'm...not normal. I'm a shameless slut and I don't think they fully understood. I had to leave temporarily. I had to.
....I wish I hadn't.
I'm now living in this weird apartment, making my money throughthe age-old job of sex. Sure, I like it but I miss my family and—most of all, I miss him. My beloved wolf.
I still can't go back yet.
I'm scared to...
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101 Days (Wattys 2016)
Short Story"They call me every name in the book. Dirty, bitch, slut, whore. I'm used to it. They don't realize I'll be the one having the last laugh. I ALWAYS have the last laugh. Dragons never lose." - These are poems and drabbles about the life of a dragon s...
