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I really want to write something but I am so stuck
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I can add something to my last post if you want. I should have prompted your next post a little better
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@whalekeeper If you want to, that would be helpful. Either way, I will try to have something by tonight.
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*snort* hehe, Lucy, you’re the best
If I wrote The Adventures of Lucille Dali ™, a quarter of it would be about Lucy getting annoyed with Paul. She’d pretend to be an apartment tenant and write to her mother complaining about him, because her mother is the landlady.
If you want to, that would be helpful.
Yes ma’am, gimme two shakes
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Lucille
Mel’s eyes glittered. She seemed enraptured by the new sight, even if it was dangerous. She propped her chin on the root and didn’t make a sound. Lucy followed suit.
As the two girls watched, the crow began to look a little different from the others. His ink black feathers fluffed up here and there, untidy and chaotic. His chest bone jutted out like a boat hull, and he was smaller than the other crows from before.
“He looks kinda scruffy,” Lucy whispered.
Even as she said it, sharp bird cries echoed somewhere in the sky, and the crow turned his head around to stare upwards. Lucy gaped as the left side of his head shone in the faint light – exposed skull. The feathers and skin were gone. It looked like something had attacked him a long time ago, and left him for dead.
The crow’s eye was still intact and he focused on the sky. He made a soft, throaty sound.
Suddenly, a couple other crows swooped down and landed on the nest. Their claws cracked the sticks and the small crow squawked. He backed away from the others, making himself as small as possible.
The other birds began to tear the nest apart. It was as if their instincts had kicked in, and this was merely another piece of carrion to investigate. The small crow cried out, then crouched low again.
Lucy’s eyes widened. She reached for her hatchet and glanced at Mel.
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