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Chickens are foreverChickens are forever,

They will always roam the land

Chickens are forever

Beyond all mortal hand

Chickens are eternal

They feast upon our bones

Chickens are eternal

Although they can't use phones.Chickens are forever8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Sherlock chickensWhy did the chicken cross the road?

John: Chickens don't cross roads. In real life, chickens don't cross roads.

Moriarty: That's what chickens DO!

Sally Donovan: It's not paid or anything. It must get off on it.

Lestrade: And exactly how many times DID it cross the road?

Anderson: Now, look. Whatever that chicken is implying-

Sherlock: That's not a chicken, Anderson, it's a thoroughbred domesticated duck. Do your research!Sherlock chickens1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

Chicken Banana Theory

Chicken Banana Theory

A man walks down the street and encounters another man. This other man believes he is a chicken, and promptly approaches the first man to inform him of this amid a series of chicken-noises. The first man acknowledges this, and hurries past.

Later, the first man is walking back along this same path and encounters the same man, though this time, the other man no longer believes that he is a chicken, but rather a banana.

This is an illogical transition– one cannot logically explain it by tracking the events that led to this mental transfiguration from chicken to banana. You cannot, for example, say that the man woke uChicken Banana Theory7 years ago in Humor

Do You Hear The Chickens CluckDo You Hear The Chickens Cluck?
with apologies to Schonberg, Boublil, and Kretzmer

Do you hear the chickens cluck?
Crowing the song of angry hens?
It is the music of a poultry
Who will not be slaves again!
When the beating of your wings
Echoes the beating of the drums
There is a life about to start
When tomorrow comes!

With the drum machine and synth,
Who will be strong and cluck with me?
Beyond the labyrinth
Is there a world you long to see?
Then join in the fight
That will give you the right to be free!

Do you hear the chickens cluck?
Crowing the song of angry hens?
It is the music of a poultry
Who will not be slaves agaiDo You Hear The Chickens Cluck3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics

Chickens and Indians and Stuff3 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

How To WriteAbstract: an analytical approach to plotting and writing fiction upwards of 1,000 words

Acknowledgements: the potentially amazing Rachel (:devifrozenspiriti:) served as guinea pig to this; go and tell her to finish the product of that experiment, because you'll love it. Chris Widdison (:devtearstone:) approached me indecently with the idea of writing a longer essay (which will still happen, and be a lot more purdy than this here thing), which would incorporate this essay in another form, amongst others. He doesn't need to read any of this, because he already knows it all.

Target audience: young, inexperienced writers, especially those that How To Write8 years ago in Academic Essays

AmericaxReader: Sleep-Talking You rested your (h/c) head on America's shoulder gently. He insisted on you coming overnight to watch the 'Star Wars' marathon on TV but he didn't even make it through the second movie.

But sci-fi movies were cool with you, even if the person beside you had fallen asleep in the midst of it. The fourth movie was on and it was hilarious seeing the lame special-effects compared to the previous movie.

Turning slightly, you scanned America's face; he looked so peaceful, almost like a big child. Giggling a bit, a small blush ran across your cheeks and you rested on his shoulder again,"Hey America..."

He didn't budge. AmericaxReader: Sleep-Talking1 year ago in Short Stories

Germany x Reader-It was just a dream...Germany x Reader
It was just a Dream...

By: American-Mutt : )
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"Haltet sie auf!" An intimidating voice boomed from behind you.

Tears blinded your eyes, your heart was beating uncontrollably fast and your lungs were burning from running. You held your little brother Henry close to you as you struggled to hold him and sprint at the same time. 'This can't be hgappening!' You yelled in your mind. Your sister, brother and you were running for your lives away from the Gestapo who were chasing you. They were going to take you away to a NGermany x Reader-It was just a dream...1 year ago in Settings

In Which There Are Chickens Dimly lit feet stamped the ground like drums, and high pitched, crazed yattering rose to a crescendo as the dancers moved in a rather wobbly circle. A painted feather floated on the air for a moment and then fell to the earth, trampled. In the middle of the circle of dancers, next to the arcane light, was the Ancient One. Next to him stood a Young One, staring around as if totally, completely, and perhaps fatally bored. The Ancient One's voice rose in preface to the judgement. The light flickered threateningly, rebounding off of the circle of white dancers.

Then the flashlight went out.

The chattering stopped, and the noise of severIn Which There Are Chickens6 years ago in Humor

Surfer Alfred x ReaderSurfer Alfred x Reader
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Somewhere Only We Know

You watched the boy intently as he glided over the waves. The way he moved absolutely took your breath away. You recognized him from school but you never got the chance to meet him. He had sandy,dirty blonde hair with a cute cowlick that stood up where his hair parted. His eyes were the most amazing shade of blue that the ocean complimented beautifully.

You gasped as a huge barrel wave formed around him. You let out a small cheer when you saw him yelling, "Whoo!" as he glided deep into the trough of the wave. He made surfSurfer Alfred x Reader2 years ago in Settings

Chickens
    To you a chicken might just be an ugly, dirty, loud bird
    They walk in mud
    They make a loud clucking sound
    And they poop all over their pen
    But before you insult this “dirty, loud” bird
    Think about the person who
    Picked this one little chick out from thirty
    Who carried this soft little baby home
     and worked on calming the frightened infant
    The person who built it’s temporary coop by hand
    Who set up everything to care for it
    The person who got up early ever single morning
    Just to make sure they were warm and had enough water
    Who went in the barn multiple times a day
    JChickens6 days ago in Free Verse

Alfred x Reader-He makes me laughAmerica x Reader

What's a dame like you doing with a goof like him?

This story is supposed to be like an old cartoon. ;D

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Catalina Island, 1946

The sun was out, the sky was clear and it was the perfect weather for a day at the beach.
Your amazing fiancé Alfred had surprised you with a trip to Catalina for the weekend. However it wasn't just the two of you; Alfreds brothers Arthur, Matthew and Francis tagged along as well. But you didn't mind; you loved his brothers and you'd get to spend tons of alone time with Alfred after the wedding.

"Hey baby..." You said as you rubbed Alfreds shouldeAlfred x Reader-He makes me laugh1 year ago in Sketches

Artie x Reader-Southern HospitalityArthur Kirkland x Reader

Southern Hospitality

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" 'Cause I'm a redneck woman~I ain't no high class broad~I'm just a product of my raising~I say, "Hey y'all!" and "Yee-Haw!"~" You sang with your friends playing the guitar and banjo behind you. It was a Friday in the middle of summer. The air was hotter than ever and humid as hell. A few menacing thunder bumpers seemed to be creeping closer in the distance. 'The perfect weather!' You smiled as you sang. Your best friend Alfred's brother was visiting from, God knows where, Al refused to tell you, and he had the idea to put on this huge shin dig to welcome him.

"Artie x Reader-Southern Hospitality1 year ago in Settings

.:Happily Ever Ouran~Cinderella TamakiXReader:.

"But I don't want a new mommy I want my old mommy!" a little girl of about eight yelled, tears streaming down her face.

"Shhhhh it's gonna be ok. You need a new mommy or grandmother will cut off all the money and we will have nowhere to live. So please bear with me?" your father brushed away your tears and kissed your cheeks. "to be honest, the new mommy is an ugly cow but don't tell her I said that~ it will be our little secret, and as a reward you can have this locket so mommy is always with you." he tapped you on the nose and clasped the chain around your little neck. He put a finger to his lips and winked. You giggled and winked back. As.:Happily Ever Ouran~Cinderella TamakiXReader:.10 months ago in Short Stories

Chicken Strips. (PDC)Cry was curled up on the sofa, legs hugged to his chest as he stared ahead, thinking deeply. It was rare that he had a bad day, but today was one of those days. Every now and then he would just sit and think about his life - his regrets, his past, his fears... And he knew it was mostly paranoia, but he couldn't help worry about things.
Bros were getting pretty into PewdieCry. It wouldn't be long before they figured things out for themselves, and he and Felix would have to sit in front of the camera and admit it. Neither of them were ashamed; neither of them felt that had anything to hide. But with so much hate mail and so many barrels lurkinChicken Strips. (PDC)8 months ago in Short Stories

Stargazers The
time has
come again
for Halley to soar
through the night’s sky
The time has come once again
for a million telescopes around the world to tail its graceful movements
I remember, as I’m sure you do too, this was how we first met,
Up on the roofs, amidst thStargazers6 years ago in Free Verse

APH Spamano-Chicken Alfredo

Antonio lay out back in his favorite recliner, the rays of brilliant Spanish sun warming his tan skin. He had his hands behind his head, his bright green eyes closed. Spain had been working hard all day long and was ready for a much needed siesta.

"Spain, you bastard wake up!"

Antonio opened his eyes to find Romano standing behind the chair and looking down on him. "Yes, Romano? What is it?" he asked, his eyes wider than usual.

"Um..." the Italian found himself at a loss for words. He lost himself in those orbs of green that seemed to glow, much like the Spaniard himself. Romano simply blinked and stared into Antonio's APH Spamano-Chicken Alfredo2 years ago in Short Stories

Little old lightbulbLittle old lightbulb,
all burnt out?

A twist at the neck
eliminates doubt.

A twist at the neck
eliminates doubt -

little old lightbulb?
All burnt out.Little old lightbulb7 years ago in Free Verse

+High Schoolers Guide to Life+

I’ve been told that if given a chance to relive their high school years, most adults would promptly turn it down—and yet I can’t see myself wanting to give up my senior year. I’m eighteen, just old enough to get my own tattoo but young enough to cry my eyes out when my parents ground me for it.
These past four years have reoccurred for me over and over again as I mentor others, and even though I feel the pain of everyone that I’ve taught and spoke with, I feel their joy, too. As a teacher aide and co-leader of a popular club, I hear a lot of stories from all sorts of backgrounds. It wasn’t intended for me to +High Schoolers Guide to Life+5 years ago in Philosophical

E.D. - D.E.E.D.- D.E.

Day 1: FINE

Tip (note to self: Tips are only for people who want to end up like me.) : You know, if you wait until you're already late you have an excuse to skip breakfast. And, if you tell your friends that you had a huge breakfast, and that is why you were late to class/homeroom, again, you can skip lunch. No questions Asked.

Hey, reader. I could write a book of different ways not to have to eat. I don’t know what it is, it may be a control thing, like they say, the doctors, but I think, you just feel better when you’re empty inside. It’s like you’re getting somewhere you have been waiting to go. Every timE.D. - D.E.6 years ago in General Non-Fiction

Vampire Academy, Ch.1Wind blew gently on the campus, a few of the green leaves on the trees rustling. I sat on the thick stone fence, my feet just touching the ground since it was only a few feet high. My black bangs lazily fluttered in front of my face and I pushed them away swiftly.

My eyes were locked on my laptop sitting on my legs, but my mind was far from work. My eyes flashed up to the two figures standing close together in the bright light of the side walk. I could feel an annoyance headache coming.

“Make sure you don’t do anything dangerous,” she told him sweetly. I flashed my eyes back to the blank screen to stop from commenting at her Vampire Academy, Ch.15 years ago in General

Escape [Loki x Reader (pt28)]"You do not have a teleporter," you said, matter-of-fact as Lynda popped the trunk of the car, rolling her eyes.

"Yes, I do." You watched her haul out a paint can with drips of white paint dried on the sides. "Merde!" she exclaimed, dropping the can back into the trunk. You leaned against the side of the car, watching her shuffle around irritably and don a pair of yellow Rubbermaid gloves. She took the can out again and set it on the ground, next taking a flathead screwdriver out of the trunk and jamming it under the lip of the lid. With one swift stomp on the handle the lid flew to your feet, the wet popping sound echoing in the abandoned pEscape [Loki x Reader (pt28)]9 months ago in Short Stories

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