Sir Lamlot spurred his steed forward. As the brown horse’s hooves smashed into the dried grass, the last few days came back to him. He, Sir Lamlot would slay the dragon that had taken the princess and for that, the king would bestow him her hand in marriage. He stopped thinking and sighed, his mail clinking. He let his tired horse slow to a walk, looking at the desolated countryside. He stopped his steed for a few moments to put his helm upon his brown hair. He could smell smoke. He was near. He was ready to slay the dragon, and ready to marry the princess. He would be the best known man in all the land, and would be the king’s right-hand man, and son-in-law. He was ready.
Sir Lamlot dismounted his horse and led it away from the cave. He then drew his sword and walked toward the hole in the side of the cliff. “Dragon!” he shouted. “I have come to slay you! I will destroy you and save the princess! I will cleanse this land of your evil! Prepare to be vanquished!” At this the knight drew his sword and waved it into the air. “Come, coward, and face me!” A puff of smoke rose from the cave, followed by a belch of fire. Sir Lamlot heard the princess scream.
The dragon’s head snaked out, followed by its body. The gleaming black scales flashed in the sunlight. Four ivory claws ended its scaly legs. Two white horns curved above the beast. Two humongous tattered wings rose into the sky. The thin, translucent membrane cast a shadow over Sir Lamlot. But the beast was smaller than he expected. Its head was around 7 ft off the ground, and the beast was about 10 ft long, from the head to the spiked tail. Its width was nearly tripled with it’s wings spread, and it’s wingspan was only 20 ft. The dragon reared back and struck like a viper. Sir Lamlot dodged it and rushed into the cave. There he found the princess, in the corner. He grabbed her, and pulled her out. “Princess!” He said. “Stay away untill I kill the beast!” Then we may be together.” The princess nodded numbly. Sir Lamlot pushed her up a hole at the top of the cave. She stood there, her black hair blowing in the wind.
Sir Lamlot stood facing the beast. It struck again, but Lamlot rolled to the side and lashed out with his sword. The blade cut the scales, but did not harm the beast. A thin, white mark was left where the scales were rent. This time the beast struck again, and while Sir Lamlot rolled again, the beast caught him on the hip with its tail. The spiked end drove past the mail, cutting flesh and releasing warm blood. The crimson liquid splashed onto the ground, leaving a stain of red on the plain. The dragon took advantage of Lamlot’s weakness to pounce on him like a tiger, sinking its front legs into the back of his shoulders while planting its hind legs into Sir Lamlot’s back. The knight cried out in pain, falling to the ground writhing as the dragon opened its wings, lifting him back onto his feet. Digging its claws deeper into the shoulders, the dragon struck several times with its fangs into the base of the back of Sir Lamlot’s neck. Needless to say, the dragon’s ivory claws and teeth were dripping with crimson liquid. Sir Lamlot had now collapsed onto the ground. The dragon tore its claws out of the knight’s back, leaving eight holes in the mail, oozing with blood. The dragon’s jaw opened, and clenched down on one of Lamlot’s arms. It pulled untill Lamlot was turned over on his back.
Princess Jane watched from the edge of the cliff. Lamlot was dying. Soon she would be the dragon’s prisoner again. She fell to her knees, weeping. The dragon ripped at Lamlot face, tearing away chunks of his cheeks. The knight lay still, dead. When it was done killing, it looked up at the princess. It flew to her. Jane looked up at the dragon. “Please, let me free! Let me go! No one will attack you, and I will be happy! Why don’t you let me free?” The dragon sniffed, and cocked its head, pulling it back. Jane looked up. “You understand me?” Wonder filled her face, and a tiny bit of hope filled her. Then the dragon struck, its fangs filling her eyes. The bottom incisors cut Jane’s jaw, killing her instantly. Content, the dragon dragged away two carcasses, ready to eat it’s fill.

Wrote it myself. What do you think?

Well, I was too lazy to read it...lol. But I think anyone who likes to write for fun is hardworking. I used to write, but I became bored with it...

Okay, I suppose it was somewhat interesting.

it was good.

Thank you very much, GF22, I really apreciate it.


Everyone else, thanks.

You said this story would be short

Make a summary out of it and I might read it.

It is a short story. It's a chliched story of a kngiht going to slay the dragon to wed the princess. But note that I like dragons, so the ending is different.

PG-13, I guess.

K, so nothing new? I don't give a flying yahoo with your 13s. I'm old enough, believe me.

I know, JUST READ IT!

I would but A) it's too late, my brains aren't working B ) it's harder to me to read english, because it's not my primary language, so it takes too long.

Lancelot goes to save the princess. The dragon barbeques Lancelot and the princess. The end.

Hmmm... I could like a story like that, but it really wouldn't be so serious

Please? Come on, you guys are lazy!

It's getting late. What's your excuse?

It's not late! AND it has explicit detail of the Prince dying.

A) It was late, I live in Finland, remember? B ) I like happy stories C) I dodn't have time to read it now

Nice twist on the ending. I really like how you gave the dragon apparently human qualities near the end, a bit of hope for the princess, only to have it come down and kill her in the end.

The first paragraph has a lot of sentences that starts with "he" though.

Um,a bit too serious,post that on a story contest,you might win.

Yes, don't waste your talents at us monkeys. Draw a nice picture of it and MAYBE we might understand it

Or find a picture that matches it on the last page of your google search.

wasn't this supossed to be a short story

OMG!I just realized his name is Lame-lot.

What's with the people who think this story isn't short? And I agree with Mynck, too much "He" in the first paragraph.

Maybe they've never read anything longer than a paragraph.

Ok, I read it. There were some things that I noticed:

Both the first paragraph and the Second start with Sir Lamelot.
In the second paragraph, you say that the knight draws his sword and walks toward the cave. Then the knight engages in some dialogue and it says "at this, the knight drew his sword and waved it in the air." My question is, how can he draw his sword again unless he has an off-handed sword? If the latter is the case, then you should specify it.
I counted nine sentences in the first paragraph that start with "he."

But other than that, it isn't too bad.

Are you happy now?

It's short for a a story made on web.

So?



That's the point.



Yes.

I just read the ending, and it's really bad. Change the ending and then I'll read the whole thing and see if it's good.

I liked the end.

Ah yes, classic Nintendo-fanboy stupidity. I short story is a story in the range of 20,000 words.

Also, since no one ever believes me when I say anything, I'm going to oblige and start showing proof. I know everyone here is too stupid to believe me even when I present evidence, but I'm going to do it anyway.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Short_story#Length

What?His real name is Mario...



Classic Sony Fanboy stupidity.

I'm just 300 words shot of a short story. So sue me.

Ok.I sue you.

I have a better lawyer.

I assasinate your lawyer! I win.

Right, whatever. How can I make the story better?

Change his name.Lame-a-lot isn't cool

yeah make it like super-lame-alot or something!

No,like Arthur or Camelot Or Excalibur's Wielder.

Or Jeffrey the butler. it would be a good psudonym!

A knightish name.