Some little bitty things

I just want to say. After watching Doctor Who, I will officially be terrified of angel statues. Never again will I go in a church and not kind of fear for my life. Although I've been wanting to just sit in on a few churches, not because I'm looking for a religion, just because I'm curious. I might be able to take a World Religions class next year, that and psychology... It'll be great :)
 
I wrote a few little bitty things... And here they are I guess x]

He liked New York City a lot when it was just starting to buzz in the early morning; when the dawn started creeping down the tops of buildings lazily, orange and yellow winking off high windows and taxis rumbling through the not yet crowded streets, cafes with their open signs turned out to the awakening world, early risers rubbing their eyes and sipping hot coffee.

He liked it just as much as he liked England. New York just had that dirty romanticism that London also had, the feeling of murder and sex and darkly loyal killers and money and drugs. And it also had the feeling of opportunity laced throughout, in the hearts of so many who were gone and so many who had come, all those people who might have starved and lived on the dirty streets in anonymity, hoping for the day of sparkling champagne, women in sparkling dresses, late nights of laughter and theater, and money spilling out of their pockets. 

This one underneath, is sort of based on Native American stories. It's been on my mind a while, and I'm thinking of doing watercolor pictures to go with the story... It could be pretty cool :)

The mountains were not always mountains.

The trees used to control and shape the world, with their long-reaching branches and roots and their endless ideas of things to grow.

But there were other creatures who liked to change things, to destroy things. They were the dragons.

They had sloping bodies with big shoulders and long necks, and jaws that snapped with razor teeth.

The dragons kept growing and growing, and more came into being, and the trees could not control their fire and destruction any more.

The trees did not understand why the dragons wanted to burn and tear apart all they had grown, and it made them sad and distressed.

And so the trees from over every continent, all kinds of trees, met in secret to discuss the burning of the world they loved. But they did not want to kill the dragons, because they loved all life.

They decided to ask the wind, the sweet presence that swept lazily over the land, to help them.

One night, in the pure, starlit darkness, the wind and the trees waited until the dragons were sleeping in the groups they lived with.

The trees quietly threw branches and roots and dirt and water over the dragons, but the beasts started to wake up.

The wind started blowing over their bodies, to hold them to the earth that the trees so loved.

And the dragons grew tired of straining at the deep power that held them down, and they slept.

And the dragons continue to sleep spread across the continents. They are covered in snow and ice and dirt, but they remain alive, until the day they wake.

Well... I hope that's not too weird x]

I might post a story I've been writing a bit later, it's a weird one but oh well.