Stories tagged “birds”
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Eerily Quiet (thunder challenge)
It got very quiet. This was very odd for a pet store. At any given moment birds are squawking, puppies are barking or growling, and rodents are chasing each other or running on squeaky wheels. There weren’t very many customers in the store, a wom...
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The Park Bench
Every day an old man sat in the exact same spot on a park bench observing all that was around him. Never wavering or deterred to return to the bench each day, no matter what the circumstances were. A wondrous sycamore tree towered over the bench offeri...
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Thesis
Homophaga Agricola: A flightless quadruped of the class Aves. While its role in our ecosystem is vital, it is little understood. Scela paused to wet the nib of her pen. Birdsong vibrated distantly on the morning breeze – threshers. She ruthlessly...
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All in the Timing
She wasn’t sure she’d be able to finish her research. Or even start it. Youth tended to congregate in fields shortly—sometimes mere minutes—before each harvest, and as she didn’t want to end up a subject of her own study, ...
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Drift by
If when you look into the sky And see a bird drift by on high Think of me and my final hour And hope that bird drifting is me
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Where are you Green?
Stroll outside And you will see Exactly what is missing To me. For the trees Are dead. The trees Are brown And creak lifelessly Barely a sound. The winter is bleak For no colors will grow. The only excitement bearing Is fresh fallen snow. The thing I d...
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The Value Of Love (Re Edit)
After spending half the night in the park drinking wine, and peeling back peddles on the flower I decided to go home and attempt to sleep. I started to wonder more about my life and where it has ended up. I failed at college, dropping out after 2 years...
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Shooting Birds
I cocked the new BB gun in my shaking hands. The grass felt like a thousand little prickles against my arms. Quiet and still, I laid, staring down the barrel of the gun. The fat robin sat perched on the bottom beam of the fence, jutting its head to the...
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Hopeful Memories
I didn’t know what I was looking for. My eyes scanned every bush as I walked by, but they all were bare; except for the final frostbitten leaves hanging from their mothers waiting for gravity to take over. It seemed that I was the only living soul in...
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The Pilot
He rode his bicycle in the hills, straining his knees to keep his course straight, his arms outstretched like wings, and felt the air beneath him. He ran through flocks of nestled sparrows in the cobbled square, driving them into the sky. He lay in the...
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Final Boarding Call for Hell
What I would give to redo the past 24 hours of my life, I could have changed everything. You see, I have fallen victim to them. The Watchers. I guess I should explain a bit. The town I live in doesn’t have a police force. We don’t have crim...
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Gliding Over the Earth
The first figure steps from behind the tree. And then another. And another, and another, and another. Soon they were surrounding me. Easily 20 of them. But I knew there were billions more. They didn’t move at first, the black, gaping holes where ...
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To Actually Care (Previously 'Smacked Meek')
I bet I’ll wet my beak In the inlet Of what trend setter’s seek, Shedding floating feather’s as I speak, Lending, doling, spending cheddar For the doting chatter boxes Flying off of crocs Snapping at me by the rocks The waves are lapp...
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Redneck Revenge
“You! I’ll get you for this.” Charlie’s voice took on a dangerous edge, rolling thunder proclaiming distant lightning. The four birds watched, secure in their shit covered castle. “Now don’t you do something that you...
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Gone to the Birds
“Goddamnit!” Charlie’s voice echoed from the barn. Even at sixty-three, he still had a booming voice, perfect for swearing. Martha finished drying the chipped blue plates that they’d used for lunch and put them away before headi...
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Porcelain Birds
“Did you see that?” Amanda said. She pulled her bike off to the shoulder and waited for Sarah to join her. “See what?” Sarah asked. She distractedly brushed a lock of hair from her eyes. “Those birds.” Amanda gesture...
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Pickup Street
Bertha struts sexy she thinks in orange fishnet stockings and blued eyelids peering from a canary yellow feather stole. She strolls the debris swept streetcorner, henpecking for customers. They come up to her in sleek sedans that creep away. They retur...
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Dawn
I insert my earbuds and sit down to watch. Legs dangling over the rooftop, Nuvole Bianche whispering through my earbuds, and a beautiful sunrise approaching the horizon in front of me. Birds are singing, people are just starting to wake up, and soft br...
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The Muse
She floats in through a window it seems, taking a seat next to me as naturally as sunlight in a forest. I look over, not all that surprised to see her, and we begin to talk as she sets her worn travelling bag down beside our table. A flowery tattoo pee...