The first time I ever saw it I was sixteen years old, I was in my backyard relaxing in the embrace of the blades of grass. My body splayed out against the greenery, eyes closed and head tilted up; almost as if I was trying to meet the sky for a kiss. The fresh smell of a renewed mother nature drifted lazily as I inhaled; and the low monotone of hums and buzzes were faintly heard in the cozy spring afternoon.
Thump!
The sound came from the right of me. I turned on my side and saw that about ten feet away from me was a small bird; it originally had pure white feathers—now stained in blood—and looked completely mauled. Its little chest moved with the vigor of a child that's been playing for hours nonstop while feathers lay scattered around its frail broken
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It started with my hands; replacing the usual lightly tanned skin was a light grey, as if I in was a scene from a movie that was decided to be vintage instead of the newest color restoration and they were now erasing all color. My eyes drifted to the ground, the green grass with patches of brown was turning grey too. The color looked like it was melting from the tips and cascading down, and then seeping into the soil. I looked up and the blues skies were now bleeding grey, like how water droplets slide down walls. I turned in every direction, every angle I possibly could and saw only white, greys and black. I didn’t even notice I was squeezing the poor bird in my now clenched hands until it squawked in pain. My eyes widened and I looked down to see what I think was blood–a liquid dark grey colour–dressed on my hands and gushing out of his wounds. The fine black lines were still there too, advancing further on the bird and increasing their pace whilst wrapping the bird into their cocoon of black lines. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the reflection of what the scene looks like and turned to face the alien world with the bird still in my
His demeanor lifted for a brief moment as he recalled something, before shifting back to his previously interrupted, confrontational speech. “Worse still, you don’t even have a day’s experience in patrol, and you’re looking to
“I-I’ll let you know,” he stated, though I could tell he was livid. His face was red and he was staring off into space above him.
“It’s okay, Detective, it was a rhetorical question. I- I already know I’m dangerous too. I can destroy things with a touch — look at the door if you don’t believe me. And you saw what I did to Sheriff Higgins-” Her voice cracked causing her to clear her throat in hopes of covering up the swelling emotion. Her nose felt stuffy and her bottom lip quivered, but she refused to shed another tear feeling sorry for herself.
“I’m glad one of us is confident,” I said. I rolled onto my back and stared up at the ceiling, wishing I could sink into the mattress and sleep forever. “It may be too late for me to do anything.”
As he chewed, he could sense something wasn’t right. He felt something sharp and foreign in his mouth and started choking. The sandwich dropped to the floor and he started gasping for breath. There was no one around to help and he started to panic. He couldn't breathe and there was nothing he could do. He laid still on the floor next to the sandwich and all he could see was little hairy legs crawling out of the sides of the bread before his lungs gave in and his eyes slowly shut.
Suddenly there shot along the path a wild light, and I turned to see whence a gleam so
A soft whistle hummed through the pine trees and huddled around a dim fire sat Monkey, Monk, Pigsy and Sandy. The humble four sat around the lowlight crackle and reminisced about their long and enlightening journey to find Buddha. The four laughed and murmured about the adventure, but when the conversation finally died down Monkey stared up at the infinite sky. Millions of stars looked down upon him when in the distance he heard a soft cry. Monkey at first thought nothing of it, but it happened again, this time louder. The cry was the type that made a chill run through their bones and as it became louder and more frequent Monk finally said "do you hear that?". Monkey leaped up and replied, "Yes, it sounds like a bird." Pigsy murmured "far too loud to be a small bird." Monkey quickly argued back, "Sounds like someone needs help, we should go check it out." Finally after some light wining the group left their cozy fire and wandered out into the forest following the sound of the low squawk.
He glared at Daryl. "Spare me tha fuckin' lecture, baby brotha! Besides, yer one ta talk." he snapped, pulling a shirt over his head. "Last time my ass checked, ya had yer own little accident walkin' around."
His eyes slid onto her, and Jieun paused her movements, her eyes, wide, staring back. "What if something happens?"
I felt the flesh move towards me and when I took a step back it got closer.
My breath quickened and I started feeling numb. All of a sudden, an enormous white, bubbly drop fell just in front of w...
Looking down the hole that led to nowhere, I could taste the bitterness of my fate; the sour spit that hunger had released into my dry mouth drizzled around in an uncontrolled manner. My stomach churned and my intestines were strangled, as though a snake had twirled around them and slit them with its sharp and jagged teeth releasing a strong poison that irritated the surface of my innards.
Suddenly, an oily breeze blew in a faint rumbling sound. Slowly, the roars that started dim and faint grew louder and more gigantic. I slumped down staring to the skies helplessly trying to cling to the mud with a weak grasp. The wind swiftly howled ferociously. I felt the sound coming from my eyes.Responsively, I tilted my head to the side away from the wind. My face pinched in anguish feeling the p...
The time was 7:30 on a Monday morning. The smell of gasoline lingered in the air long enough for anyone to notice. Sunlight filtered through the brush. The cry of an animal in the distance startled some doves in the clearing, and they took off in marvellous flight. Metal lay strewn about the grass. A body lay on the ground, eyes closed. A large cut was spread on its leg. A bird flew into the clearing and landed on the body. A throaty cry escaped from its beak, as it drowned out the wail of sirens approaching in the distance.
and lowered its head again. This time my heart stared to thump. Was it going to