Getting ahead of myself, but did you ever wonder if the turkey in the month of October could be thinking of an escape plan. This Tom Turkey seems to be thinking in this way. "How to I get out of here? I know what is going to happen in another few weeks and I want to live." He sees the farmer coming and starts to strut around the coop and Tom eyes the farmer and thinks should I make a break for it when he opens the gate for, I know I only have a few minutes before he leaves.
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Mark Graham
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The Spector 2
The Spector stopped when he suspected the people were watching him. He thought he was not hurting anybody just walking looking around where he used to live a long time ago. He thought one evening he might ask someone about a certain he was looking for, but he was afraid to in fear they will just run away when he was out and about. He thought tonight I am going to try ask someone about 513 Hazel and what happened there for that is what he was looking for just to relive some memories of his younger days in town.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Fiction
The Devil's Opponent: The Root of Evil Manifesto
The Devil's Opponent: Root of Evil Manifesto Chapter 1 Raven Grimm was a rather funny, but handsome man who owned a magic store in the big city called “The Capricorn”. It was his little slice of paradise and a good reason for him to stay out of working at a fucking job which would just end up making him “just over broke”. He had such a feminine face and long silky white hair that spoke of many years of wisdom that he wore down around his shoulders. He looked so much younger than he really was. He was what you might call a femboy or at least that's what he preferred to call himself. Born on February 18th, 1993 in Minneapolis, Minnesota. so currently he was 33 years old, but looked to be in his twenties still. He was perhaps the most available bachelor in his area and yet no woman or man would touch him with a ten foot pole because of a cursed ring he could not take off. It was silver with a great black diamond set into it. The diamond was so dark and dense it felt as if it were absorbing the energy around it and to his knowledge it actually was. He hated how heavy it felt on his hand. It felt like an overpriced slave collar. He cursed the woman who put this on him night and day, but to no avail she never seemed to return to him. He looked around at the shoppers in his store and saw one pick up a tarot deck out of curiosity. He was meaning to teach classes on how to read them, but lacked the energy to invest in such a project since managing his store took up what motivation and energy he did have. A young woman in a billowing cloak came into the store just as he was thinking of closing up shop. She had brown hair and hazel eyes the color of the forest and river and skin that was basically white. What did she want here? He wondered as she picked up a black and red candle for spell casting and came to the register where he stood.
By Eris Willow7 days ago in Fiction
Thoughts on Vocal and the way the world is
"Death cannot stop true love, only delay it." – Wesley in The Princess Bride. I decided to come back to Vocal on a very cold and dark night at the end of December. I had been, and still am, convalescing from a horrible staph infection that had gone misdiagnosed for months. This, paired with the increasing challenges of being healthy, making the best choices for my co-parented child, being a wife, and being a director at a new job, was a lot to manage.
By Jazzy 3 days ago in Confessions
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I'm not really sure, but I do know that if I was a turkey, I'd be planning a break similar to the Shawshank Redemption break....
bravo
Hahahahaha, I believe you are right.