What should happen next?

Here's my story so far. I'm hoping to turn it into a short story, but I don't really know what to talk about next.



The dragons came out, as always, at night. They did not sense the cold, nor the darkness. They did not know, that at any given moment, the ice cave they slept in could collapse.

Bub lifted her great muzzle and sucked in fresh air. The cold shook her – violent and sudden. It felt like an electric shock, and she liked it. She arched her neck, shaking off snow.

Slowly, other dragons awoke from their slumber and clambered out. They picked up remnants of sulphur in the air and followed it blindly. After a short walk, they began to circle, and then to dig. Sluggishly, desperately, they pushed the snow away and pawed at it until the surface below was uncovered. Then they lowered their heads and locked their legs in place.

A couple of hours later the sky was as dark as it was going to get. White pin-points of light sparkled against the black nothingness. Below, the temperature were forever shifting, but the dragons paid little attention. They had worse to deal with than that. A thick, salty breeze had taken them by surprise. As it developed into a storm, it lifted snow into the air and thrust it at their hides, searching for a way inside. They huddled together like penguins, willing the storm to ease.

Bub remembered many storms, leading back to over a hundred thousand years ago. She knew dragons had died. She also knew storms were frequent and usually not half as bad as they seemed. But this one looked ferocious. The cold blocked all her senses and thoughts. She moved her limbs slightly, checking the other dragons were still there. They pushed back, almost rudely.

She thought back to a time of grass and lichen. There’d been a world of sounds, giving interest to their surroundings. But they didn’t exist anymore. Now all they had left was ice, sun and sludge. She curled tighter.

For an animal that lived for so long, she had a terrible memory. No, it was beyond terrible. She couldn’t remember anything from the past decade (she’d hibernated all through it), nor the one before that. Her main thoughts consisted of sustaining her own life. And this… this was the first time she’d felt that longing for grass in over a century. Even the memory of other animals was forgotten.





The idea is that these 'dragons' are blind, stupid and wingless. They lived long before the dinosaurs. I want to write about how they evolve over millions of years into the dragons of legends (ie. fangs, wings, fire, intelligence, etc.). The reason why they're so dumb now is because they have no predators or prey. But, once this ice age thaws out, that's going to change. How can they adapt to the changes? How will this effect them? Keep in mind that I'm more interested in ideas on what should happen next in the story rather than criticism.What should happen next?
You could explain what had happened that had gotten them wiped off of earth. Describe a tragedy or something that would hook the reader into seeing what event had taken place. Explain there personalities. Is there only one kind of dragon? If there are more, tell how each dragon differ from each other, not just look wise but attitude wise as well. Get into detail and have fun with what you write!What should happen next?
I agree 100.10% with the first answerer.



This is your story. You should be doing the creative(as well as the physical) work to complete it.



~~ ??AnkhesenKheper??What should happen next?
Aren't you the writer of this story?

no one but you should decide what comes next.

How would it feel to have a completed story in your hands and know that you didn't create it?
You might want to explain how the dragons completely ignore "survival of the fittest".

You stated it yourself--they're blind and stupid. They're not going to be able to adapt to the changing environment. They would become extinct, simple enough. They would have plenty of predators, seeing as they're completely helpless.

You also might want to explain how your dragons don't feel any cold in the first paragraph but have evolved sufficiently to feel the cold when they breathe in the second paragraph.