The Dragons of Cronesboro Writing Exercise: Don’t Show OR Tell

Posted on by Teagan Riordain Geneviene

Saturday, May 9, 2026

Revised

Hi everyone.  I originally combined this writing post with a Flower of the Month post.  Yes, I changed my mind and divided them. 

 I’ve been so caught up in the Thursday Doors Writing Challenge (#TDWC) that I forgot to open the door for reader participation in a new Dragons of Cronesboro writing exercise.  However, at the end of this post I’m inviting you to come out and play for the next writing exercise topic.  Read on to learn what it will be.

Don’t Show Or Tell

For some time now, the fashionable writing advice has been “Show, don’t tell.”  A few sages are brave enough to disagree –in part– with that.  Frankly, there are times when it’s fine to “tell” rather than elaborately “show.”  However, my exercise today is about not really doing either.  This is about keeping it all secret… while showing, or even telling, just enough.  Are you still with me?  Sometimes an author needs to move ahead into the suspense of the story — even though the time for revealing things is still far away.  How then can the important elements remain unseen and yet have the narrator witness them?  That is the exercise I’ve given myself today.

The Dragons of Cronesboro: 4
Bang Bang, Hold the Chicken

Chinese restaurant beside stream in desert Siamese cat looks on by Teagan via Night Cafe

Deputy Sunshine pulled her police cruiser into the parking lot of the Jade Dragon Chinese Restaurant.  But don’t call her Sunshine, not if you value your hide.  She is properly known as Aelia Benally, and to a few as “Smokey.”  Her face was tanned and leathery, with more wrinkles than I had ever seen on one person, other than a Shar-Pei dog — and that was debatable.  The woman was tiny, but feistiness (and I suspected pure meanness) more than made up for what she lacked in size.

My understanding was that I would be meeting up with Marisol Ladon and Ranger Wedo — that’s pronounced WEH-doh, and it’s mostly found in Louisiana.  Deputy Sunshine had said they would give me a ride home.  They were the only two non-law enforcement people I had met in Cronesboro.

I wonder if I could get a carryout order of Bang Bang Chicken.  I’m exhausted, but I’m also famished.

However, I was surprised to see the restaurant dark and closed.  The last of the patrons’ vehicles were departing.  The deputy tensed so suddenly and utterly that it seemed like could feel her muscles spasm from where I sat in the passenger seat.  With agility that belied her aged face, Aelia bounded out of the car.  She went straight toward the handyman, Ranger.  The man paced stiffly as if he was at least as tense as the deputy.

Marisol walked toward me, still wearing that brightly printed caftan and carrying the beautiful cane that had a silver tip and an ornate silver handle.  She also held a small to-go box which she handed to me.

“Divine wrapped up some sushi for Tiamat.  She always had a soft spot for that cat,” Marisol explained about the container.

“Divine?”

“I’m sorry.  I mean Divine Long.  She’s the owner of this place,” the woman remarked as a desert wind caused her caftan to billow.

“Marisol, what’s going on?” I asked, shielding my eyes from blowing dirt.

“Oh, it’s nothing to worry about.  Ranger’s just… well, he’s being Ranger,” she remarked with a glance heavenward as if praying for patience with the man.  “He tends to quietly pick up the slack from the sheriff.  Just between you and me, Hoyt Bigby isn’t the most competent sheriff…  Anyway, Ranger’s a retired DEA agent and he needs to put his skills and instincts to use,” she added in response to the question that was on my face.

“Okay…” I said with a crinkled brow, trying to prompt her to keep going.

“Gosh, that’s right, you wouldn’t know,” Marisol murmured.  “Divine was instrumental in shutting down a Chinese gang in Los Angeles, back in the 90s.  Drugs, money laundering, you know?  Most of the gang’s kingpins just disappeared like they fell off the planet.  But a few of the lower-level ones made their way to Albuquerque.”

That was interesting, but it didn’t explain all the tension and the abruptly closed restaurant.  I gave Marisol another verbal nudge.

“Oh, you see, Ranger has an arrangement with the medical examiner’s office.  You know, off the record.  Right after the M.E. called the sheriff, he called Ranger.  That poor man they found in the arroyo?  He had a Ghost Dragon tattoo.”

“I take it Ghost Dragons is the name of the re-formed gang,” I muttered.  “Does Ranger think the gang is here looking for Divine Long, for some kind of revenge?” I asked with a motion toward the restaurant.

“Oh goodness no.  All that was worked out decades ago,” Marisol replied with a little wave that suggested the idea was silly.  “No, the water delivery man — the real one, I mean, not the one who came to Zia’s… I mean your house.  He really was working for the bottled water company, but he used to be a Ghost Dragon.  Ranger thinks the gang might look for retribution for his killing.”

“Isn’t that jumping the gun a little?” I asked.  “The body was only just found this evening.  Plus, we’re a long way from Albuquerque.  What’s his rush?”

“Well, it’s more complicated than that, Trinity.  The Ghost Dragons had joined with… well, these other… um, people.  But that relationship soured pretty quickly.  There’s been some unconfirmed violence between the two groups.  Ranger thinks your fake delivery man—”

“He’s not my delivery man or my anything,” I interrupted, feeling defensive after the sheriff’s accusations.  “Sorry… go ahead.”

demon delivery guy

“Hoyt was being ugly to you?  I might have known.  Well, Ranger thinks maybe the fake guy killed the real delivery man,” Marisol continued and chose her words carefully.  “Oh, and there have been other things.  Like the… um… vehicle that was harassing you on the road, just below Chaos Creek.  That probably has something to do with the… um… the people that the gang tried to join with.”

“So, you’re saying this other group has already been hanging around near town?” I confirmed.  “And that could mean that the gang is also nearby.  What?  Waiting for the excuse to escalate things?”

I was startled when Deputy Sunshine’s cruiser burned rubber out of the parking lot.  She must have gotten a call from the station.

It was full dark.  The moon and stars shone brilliantly in the sky, with no clouds to dim their light.  Maybe that’s what made it so noticeable when dark shapes began to flit across the sky.

“Just bats,” I murmured to myself.

The town was at a higher elevation than Chaos Creek, which I had crossed on my way into Cronesboro.  In the clear night, I could see that, as they had previously, the bats or whatever they were seemed to stay on the other side of the creek.

I heard a distant pop-pop-pop of gunfire from that direction.  That noise was followed by a scream that was more bloodcurdling than anything I had ever heard in any horror movie.

A huge shadow seemed to form behind the Jade Dragon restaurant.  It had to be a trick of the moonlight against the shape of the building.  Even so, I shuddered.

“What are you still doing here?  Marisol, she shouldn’t be outside,” Ranger strode up to us and demanded angrily, which prompted me to turn and face him.

“Oh for goodness’ sake.  Ranger, calm down.  Everything’s under control,” Marisol replied, unphased by his outburst, or apparently by the strange things that were happening around us.

My peripheral vision caught the brightness of a prolonged blast of light that came from behind me.  I whirled back around.  Yellow smoke billowed up from the area beyond the creek.

Chinese restaurant yellow smoke stream moon 2

The breeze quickly dispersed the smoke, although the air bore a faintly sulfuric odor.  The sky cleared.  Nothing moved on the starry backdrop.  The night was utterly silent.

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Next time my writing exercise will involve to the use of symbols… specifically symbols related to dragons.  To participate, leave a comment mentioning things you like or things that intrigue you that you find symbolic of dragons.

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40 thoughts on “The Dragons of Cronesboro Writing Exercise: Don’t Show OR Tell”

  3. I sure like the story, and I won’t know the secret until it’s revealed.

    Dragons – love them on Coats of Arms.

    I find Coats of Arms fascinating. They have history in their meanings.

    Thanks for a cool episode, Teagn!

    HUGS!

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      1. Oh cool!
        Yes, Coats of Arms are very neat. Apparently anyone can have one. In Canada we need to apply to the Heraldic Society.
        HUGS!!

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  6. Oh, girl, I am ALL ABOUT dragons! lol! I know dragons are symbols of riches, and in China and Korea only royalty can have clothes or pictures of dragons with five toes. I associate dragons with water, as well as fire, especially with wells and rivers. They can fly, with or without wings. Do you remember that old cartoon The Reluctant Dragon? I always enjoyed that.

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  8. Thanks for the shout out for the Writing Challenge, Teagan. I think it has a different affect based on what day it starts.

    We have a bed of Lily of the Valley on the side of our house where everything else we planted failed to thrive. They are blooming now. My wife loves them.

    You’ve certainly drawn me into the scene and ratcheted my tension level up a few notches. This is a quirky group you have gathered out there. The idea of not showing or telling has me curious. It seems a good way to keep the energy level up without giving too much away.

    I love the scenes around the creek.

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    1. Hi Dan. The lily of the valley bed sounds beautiful. I don’t think I’ve ever seen one in person. I just now separated the Flower of the Month part into a separate post (but closed comments), so I’m happy that your comment came in before I did that. Thank you for your positive comment about this installment. I was feeling like nobody actually liked it. I hope the Editor has a lovely Mother’s Day. And that all of you enjoy a splendid new week. Big hugs.

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      1. We had a few lilies of the valley in front of our house. I had to tear some out when I installed the ramp. They came out, roots and all, so I stuck them in this bare bed. They have gone to town! They filled in the bed and started moving south. They smell so nice when they bloom, and they stay green all summer with no care whatsoever.

        I like your exercises. They make me think, and that’s a good thing.

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        1. Wow, I love imagining them, Dan. Plants of any kind don’t do well with me. I’ve only had one similar experience and that was (back in the bad old days) wild irises. I dug some up, not realizing that in that spot they were strangling each other. The ones I transplanted took off — and so did the previous spot after it had some root room. 🙂 I was beyond amazed, since nothing grows for me.

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  9. I associate dragons with both serpents and mythical birds like the phoenix.
    I’ve always loved lilies of the valley. They used to grow by the side of the road on my way to school and I always looked for them.(K)

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    1. Hi, Kerfe. Yes, I’ve seen a lot of lore that associates them with serpents. That’s an intriguing take on the Phoenix. I’d have to double check, but I think the Native American thunderbird is connected to dragons, at least by some sources.

      That’s a lovely memory about lilies of the valley. Thanks for commenting. Hugs.

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        1. Yes, but they’re all “dead.” Some people who were born here insist they could become active, but… you know how people can be.  However, there are extensive lava flows underneath the surface of New Mexico, as well as fault lines. It’s an interesting place. Have a good rest of the weekend.

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  12. I know what you mean, Teagan, and I admire the writers who can manage to do that. It’s not easy at all, to not show and not tell but hint at something that helps move the story along. Some symbol related to dragons, you say? It came to my mind St George’s Day (Sant Jordi) that is celebrated in Catalonia with books and roses, because of the story of St George (the patron saint of Catalonia and many other places), the princess, and the rose. Not sure that would work (here we have soft toy dragons and everything else), but a red rose came to mind. I share the link to the posters for Sant Jordi this year in Barcelona, in case they are inspiring (I particularly like the one of St George petting the dragon). https://ajuntament.barcelona.cat/cartells/es/2026/sant-jordi-2026

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