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Bird Girls Backstory
My day started normal, as would anyone else. I got up, ate breakfast, packed lunch, got dressed, brushed my teeth, brushed my annoyingly thick and curly, dark brown hair, and left for the bus stop.As I was walking to the stop sign, then my whole world went black. It’s like in the movies when you have a vision, only it wasn’t that. My back started to ache which made my arms start to shake. I think I was out for an hour because when I woke up all the kids waiting for the bus were surrounding me, including my mom and the police. They looked tired and relieved that I was awake but also… scared?“Wh...
Birth of a Siren
I stand overlooking the ocean. A craggy cliffside stands behind me. Emotion has all but emptied from me, porcelain limbs hung at my side as my eyes peer into placid waters, clear and devastating. The surroundings are of www.onedoor.ccmy own creation. Grayed and dull. A mirror of reality, to watch my body from a safe distance, to protect a part of myself I cannot yet give up to him. But even that may be slipping. It’s hard to tell. There used to be so much more color. In reality, the noon-time sand burns the soles of my feet. My sandals dangle lazily from the tips of my fingers. I question whether I will let...
The Origin of McCool
There is no 15 minutes of fame anymore. It had been shortened to 3 minutes, the average length of a viral video.The video was a wide angle shot. The caption was “Fat Funeral Fail!” It was a celebrity funeral of an 800 pound professional wrestler, so their was video. The oversized casket must have weighed a ton. The pallbearers carrying the casket down the aisle and up the platform built to accommodate the large crowd were all family members, 8 men, 7 of whom were in excess of 450 pounds, the runt of the litter looking diminutive at 200 pounds. They got to a certain point on the platform, and t...
Bushington’s Secret Power
We caught Bushington at the metal detector. He had his airplane ticket around his collar and was about to go through, but we stopped him and forced Burlington into the car and drove home. We then had a one time family discussion and told Bushington if he ever did that again, he’d go back to the non-kill shelter and we didn’t give him any treats for a month. No more treats for Bushington. Bad Bushington. Then, though, other then his ability to use the telephone and mail out postcards, we discovered, over time, Bushington’s other secret power. There’s an old adage: If you put a frog in...