Fowl Play_Tower of Death_Thousands of Miles from Home_The Silhouette Man.
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Fowl Play
They sped along in V formation, kings of the aerial highway. Any jaywalker plucky enough to cross them was flattened. Dale was riding near the front, when the leader honked loudly. "There's a nice hole-in-the-wall up ahead. We're stopping for drinks." They’d been traveling since sunup so the gang honked back their overwhelming approval. The smooth surface was icy on Dale's underside as he settled into the water. He shivered. Then, after a moment, began to guzzle lake water. He'd been needing a drink for hours.His gullet full, Dale started to think of food. He made his way to the bank where a f...
Tower of Death
It’s the year 2214、 Climate change has rapidly progressed over the past century and, despite scientists’ and world leaders’ best efforts, the Earth is nearly dead. The surface is a bleak wasteland ravaged by severe storms that leave death in their wakes. 33 years ago, new incurable diseases began to break out across the globe. Scientists stopped trying to save the planet and started looking for a way to leave it. Although another life-sustaining planet was nwww.onedoor.ccever found, several space stations were built to orbit the Earth. Only society’s Elite were allowed to board these stations. Everybody els...
Thousands of Miles from Home
The leaves have begun to paint the treetops like wildfire. A chill lingers in the air a little bit longer each morning. The days are getting shorter. I need to go.It's time for me to move on. It's not just the changing of the seasons or the scarcity of food, though. I can feel something calling me. Some instinct, some overwhelming urge is pulling me toward a place I've never been. I need to go.As I sit in the bright morning sunshine, I stretch out the vivid blue feathers of my wings, the long forked feathers of my tail. Then, I preen and get ready to leave. A few feathers are bent and others h...
The Silhouette Man.
I am used to the warm lick of the sodden southern air that drenches my skin like greasy, sizzling bacon in a hot frying pan. As I lay upon the shore of the sandy marsh, I felt beads of thick sweat dripping from me mending with the sand. Unbothered, I continue to admire the trees harmonizing with the wind. I like to imagine the wind and trees waltzing together across the beach, the winds caressing the branches of the trees like a newborn baby. I suppose this is how a child feels, watching their parents seamlessly become one as they share their love. It brings me a sense of peace, a sense of saf...