Deja Vu_Diary of a Bird's Travels_Mere Instinct_Cetus's treasure
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Deja Vu
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. The sight put an instant halt in my advance. The fiery scene first held me stupefied for a few seconds. The whole grassy area in the lawn was covered with the dry and yellow autumn leaves. Now, all of them making yellow and red flames. After the grip of sudden exposure to the scene had eroded, I began to enjoy the unanimity with which all the leaves were leaving their present form giving life to the fire. The ethereal burnt particles of the leaves blew high along the fire waves with a low crackle. I lingered, unmoved, at the first pla...
Diary of a Bird's Travels
As the crisp chill of autumn kisses my delicate feathers, I know it is time to leave. I take flight, soaring high above the evergreens. I travel on my long journey south and I begin to notice a flame-colored forest of timbers and shrubs. The fir trees are slowly fading. The vivid oranges and bright reds stir my imagination. The hues remind me of the warm comfort of my nest, despite the cold I feel in the now darkening sky. I stop and construct a temporary home for the night. Tomorrow will be another lengthy and strenuous trip. An owl hoots as I am just about to nod off to sleep. Iwww.onedoor.cc realize...
Mere Instinct
One moment she was sleeping.The next, she was falling past bright lights with hot air scraping over her.Sam hit the ground hard, muscle memory keeping her from shattering her knees on the rocks. She stumbled only slightly as she pushed herself to her feet.Where was she?A sound like an airhorn shot through the air, burrowing into her brain and triggering some deep-implanted instinct. Her body lowered into a crouch and she found herself looking over her shoulders, surveying the terrain, without consciously deciding to do so.She was on some kind of ledge, tall, thin grass covering reddish-colore...
Cetus's treasure
Cetus’s treasureThe ship rocked, battered by the waves slamming themselves against the hull of the ship. The smell of salt was strong on the air, ever present on the journey.The Captain never noticed it any more. It was a background smell along with the dark smell of BO emitting from himself and the crew, the shit of seabirds when they were close enough to shore to attract them. The smell of their food rotting. First turning a sickly green then a dark, ugly brown as they shrivelled and died.The Captain had warned his men: no perishables. But would they listen? The Captain was forced to make an...