Written with screenwriting software, then transferred to Microsoft Word. The formatting is off.

Written with screenwriting software, then transferred to Microsoft Word. The formatting is off.

In the past week I have gone through a break up, a break up again with the same girl, and a mental breakdown. I have gained fame amongst friends and began work at a job I hate. I swore that I wouldn’t do any of these things ever again but, well, here I am.

Far Away From There
 
            Long, long ago in a forest that no one has ever really, actually heard of; nestled away in a teeny tiny little nest, lived a family of bird like creatures. Up near sight they resembled and aviary closely enough but from a far, they are something different entirely. Each creature was different from the next, in a progressively ugly line, which over time only got uglier. The most tragic feature of the bird creatures was most definitely their beaks. They were big and red and crooked. They had several holes in them, scattered about in no particular pattern, to help them breath at such high altitudes. Their feathers were greasy and teal blue, and kind of almost pretty in some harsh light. They had the feet of reptiles, green and scaly, with talons like fishhooks that could pierce any prey. These birds are the last of their kind; every possible creature in the forest hunted them for their beaks, which other creatures used as trophies. These feathered monsters were the most rare in the entire forest. They sat up high, just trying to survive day-to-day, just in search of their next meal.

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