my first journal.... and probably not the last.
lets see.... its what, eleven o'clock. geez its late.
And here i am in bed on my laptop. Bored. huh...
well, i started a short story series called The Coming Storm. Probably some of the best writing i've done.
Well, i gues i'll give a description.
Its based around a black anthro dragon named Jab. Currently a farmer experimenting with growing wheat instead of potoatoes, it talks about his military life, hinting that Jab is more than a foot soldier. Over time, more is revealed, don't worry
One day, he's out working, and scents blood. Lots of it. But there's a storm coming (yes, i did that deliberately), but he goes anyway. He finds a wagon train that has been attacked by coyotes, then sees there is one wagon that smells of a dragoness in distress (kinda catchy). He stops a coyote from raping her after a small fight, then takes her to his farm to heal her.
Crap.... thats like the whole first part...
eh. I'll live. The story is better then that up there.
Have to say this is kinda fun.
Anyway. Its gonna rain tonight. Storm actually.
Personally? I love storms.
Tomorrow i have to get up and do football training.... ugh.
Then at three i go on a missions trip until thursday.
Of course the second i start journaling something stops me.
Ah well.


ps twokinds is a great comic
pps it takes five hours to read the entire thing start to finish.
ppps don't ask how i know that