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I wrote a story just now I thought I would share with you all because it helps me procrastinate.

It's named the way it's named because I felt like it. You can look for all the symbolism and metaphors and anomalies and timewarp drifts you want in there but it'll never be more than a simple, true story.



a story about a girl


I woke up this morning, not unlike something most people do most mornings.

Although there seemed to be a war of sorts going on outside my window.

You see, when I was small I loved to make neat stuff and not spend all my time on the computer or playing video games or stenciling or pursuing other hobbies I now have today.

I would make pencil holders, placemats, colour pictures for my mom using crayola brand crayons, and then make a cute little box with different cutout shapes to hold my crayola brand crayons inside. Anything inside that arts and crafts rainy day book you recieved for christmas but never got around to actually doing because you lacked materials and initiative and connecting the dots is so much more simple, I got around to doing.

So I made a birdhouse one time. A cute little birdhouse that was put high in a tree so that cute little chickadees could make a nest inside it and make my heart warm up with joy upon seeing my creation be an essential part of these birds' life.

When I woke up this morning, in a way very unlike most people do most mornings, I looked out the window to find a murder of crows at war with a family of chikadees trying to transform my wooden box on a tree into their house. The crows would chase the chikadees around from tree to tree. The chikadees seemed to be very small and afraid compared to the size and fearlessness of the crows.

A murder of crows would chase after the chikadees, keeping them away from the cute little home I made for them long ago while a single crow would try to perch itself on the birdhouse (and you could imagine how awkward it must have been for this large mean bully bird to be perched there, having built it myself with little hands for little innocent birds), to just barely stick his big fat greedy head inside the cute little round hole that was designed by the arts and crafts book and built by my little hands to enable the ease of entry and exit of little cute birds.

He then grabbed on to as much dry grass and dryer fluff and whatever else those chikadees had spent so long collecting and flying up through the little cute hole designed just for them to put it in place to make their home nice and comfortable and warm for the winter, fluffy and cute for their children's children, and just dropped it to the ground without care. He destroyed the cute little chikadee nest right in within view of my window--and my eyes were on the other side of the window, watching.

So I took a shower, got dressed, performed all of those typical morning duties all typical people go through every typical day.

I never thought about it again.

Heehee.