Congratulations Dani on your well done story!
I enjoyed reading it very much :)
I enjoyed reading it very much :)
The evening was a bit chilly as I strolled through the park. The sky had that strange lighter blue look to it that made it almost white, but not quite, but I couldn't see any clouds, necessarily. As I contemplated the sky, my eyes focused on the branches of the trees above me where two silhouettes sat like black statues. Then suddenly one of their heads moved in one quick motion, almost robotic. The beak was visible now and I saw it open for a moment and as it sounded its strange and unique call, I saw the breast feathers rise as its chest puffed up while it spoke. Their dark feathers reminded me of Edgar Allen Poe bits and those strange rotting creatures of flight in Garth Nix's The Abhorsen Chronicles. Why did these birds with their sleek black feathers and interesting contrast in vocal chords to their other winged counterparts have so much more stardom amongst writers of woe and darkness then other creatures that roam the earth? They stared down at me from their branch with their perfectly round beady eyes for a moment until I noticed I'd stopped walking and was gawking up at them. I probably looked like an imbecile standing here looking up at the sky, and so as I continued down the pathway I didn't look back when I heard another of their calls coming from behind me. I kept a forward pace, listening unobtrusively.
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The evening was a bit chilly as I strolled through the park. The sky had that strange lighter blue look to it that made it almost white, but not quite, but I couldn't see any clouds, necessarily. As I contemplated the sky, my eyes focused on the branches of the trees above me where two silhouettes sat like black statues. Then suddenly one of their heads moved in one quick motion, almost robotic. The beak was visible now and I saw it open for a moment and as it sounded its strange and unique call, I saw the breast feathers rise as its chest puffed up while it spoke. Their dark feathers reminded me of Edgar Allen Poe bits and those strange rotting creatures of flight in Garth Nix's The Abhorsen Chronicles. Why did these birds with their sleek black feathers and interesting contrast in vocal chords to their other winged counterparts have so much more stardom amongst writers of woe and darkness then other creatures that roam the earth? They stared down at me from their branch with their perfectly round beady eyes for a moment until I noticed I'd stopped walking and was gawking up at them. I probably looked like an imbecile standing here looking up at the sky, and so as I continued down the pathway I didn't look back when I heard another of their calls coming from behind me. I kept a forward pace, listening unobtrusively.
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