Stream of Consciousness
The Snow One
Dark. The sun was low but rising. Rolling deep from fresh fallen flake, a mallow mush of pasty white. Snow-Body barely a droplet, barely baring a bust or body, barely a mound worth kicking on passing. But Snow-Body snows and Snow-Body waited til by passing a deal was made.
By L.Clabrough3 years ago in Fiction
Polly's Parrot Adventures: A Tale of Linguistic Prowess and Curiosity
In the bustling city of Aviania, where colorful feathers adorned every corner and the air was filled with the chatter of birds, lived a peculiar flock of parrots known for their extraordinary gift of gab. Among them, Polly stood out with her vibrant plumage and an insatiable curiosity that matched her captivating chatter.
By Christopher Ezeh3 years ago in Fiction


