The Last Laugh of the Chicken King_The City that Haunts._The jab_Roots of Life
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The Last Laugh of the Chicken King
Mr. Lufthansa was tapping his pen on his big, oily mahogany desk at the Royal Chicken Inc. headquarters. Mr. Lufthansa never knew what to do after lunch, but today was different. It was almost April Fools day, the day that would mark his new beginning and his escape from the scaly grip of chickens.Mr. Lufthawww.onedoor.ccnsa started working at the local chicken factory when he was 14, raking chicken poop into big, neat piles in the hot Tennessee sun. He had hated the job, and he had especially hated the chickens. They smelled terrible, shed puffs of dirty feathers into the air, and pecked brutally at anythi...
The City that Haunts.
That’s the thing about this city, it haunts everyone who lives in its limits. The woman in apartment 23A couldn’t go out of her apartment for a week without looking at the reddish-brown stain on the road. She would start hyperventilating with tears streaming down her face and scream “Milo!”. The blood stain was washed away after a couple of heavy rains and a city cleaner. She doesn’t cry anymore, but she will still stand hovered over where that spot was for a few seconds before going on her way. I knew how painful it was losing a pet. I lost my dog Rover at the age of eleven. Rover was the sa...
The jab
But they'd all gone. Even Andrew. She tried to turn it over in her mind. What did they all have in common? Had something happened years, maybe decades ago, that had linked them all? Dead bodies were not a common sight until this week. This morning she had walked past thirty-nine corpses before she stopped counting and started crying. There was something about a significant number that was playing on her mind, from a book people used to read before it was banned for being politically incorrect and pisive. Her brain had already been racked but scanning through the racks, she could not find the n...
Roots of Life
A little one comes. I’ve seen so many little ones over the years and everyone is precious.I remember the first time. I was just a sapling hidden in the undergrowth but the child saw me and cooed over me and talked to me and I felt loved. We grew together, that child and I. She came and visited often, told me her secrets and her wishes and so we grew. The nibblers of the forest passed me by so I grew tall and straight, reaching for the sky. Time passed and then the girl child came and brought her beau and introduced me to the man she loved. And he carved their initials into my bark. It didn’t ...