The birds flew around the farm house, and Malary began to worry about the future. Thankfully they were only sparrows. Her father had been sick lately and she had been taking care of him, but he seemed to be on the mend. She walked back into the house to fix him lunch.

Jerry was laying down on the couch recovering from a bought with the flue that had really taken it out of him. He looked over at h...

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(Reminder: this is purely fictional and any events relating to real life is purely a coincidence)

I dragged him behind me. He was barely conscious, making him easy to drag along the leaf-covered ground. The other one was already at the destination, tied tight to a tree. A crow flew overhead. “Look!” I shouted smiling w...

The sky was part of the darkness. It stretched across all the land. There was nothing up there except for the crows. They meant death.

I walked from the roof of my family’s small home and into the desolate kitchen. I had been living alone like this for seven years now. I had no hope that father would return from war and that my mother would rest peacefully in her grave. There was no peace in my ...

I seen one today, that’s how you know. I looked down at my feet, knowing they wouldn’t keep me standing up much longer. And later, I’d be laying down in a casket, 6 feet deep.

Didn’t let that stop me from jumping on into a pool of water 6 feet deeper. I can’t swim. But I figured if it was truly my time, might as well go out on a whim.

I grew impatient as I began to float. But one second later, I...

Out of nowhere came the message of the end.

The North American Crow has always been a noble bird, with it’s pine tar black wings and eyes that clearly know more than you could comprehend. Before the crow went nearly extinct there were many studies showing that they were keen problem and puzzle solvers. Maneuvering switches and levers to provide themselves with little treats, they had proven to s...

Its a bit pathetic how everyone reacts to the crows, spineless cowards really. We all have them. Some more than others obviously. Who cares if you have a couple more than the next person following you. They don't come in hordes unless you are close to dying. Yet people tend to congregate only with people of a similar count to them.

How pitiful to live such a bigoted life simply due to impending d...

The morning was dark as the night before. It’s becoming the norm around the city. It’s as if nature knows what is looming in the sky and it does not want to see it. All night, the same sounds repeat in order: the sound of wings nearby, a loud scream and then the last noise always differs. Could be the sound of a car crash, a thud on the floor or the screams of those around them. I never knew how l...

It doesn't take a WiseMan to understand what the crows flying over Lord Bastien's manor mean, even if they're all too scared to say it out loud.

Lord Bastien is a good man-- that is an unimpeachableunimpechable truth of our society. He is prompt and proper, and his work with the lesslesser fortunate is widely acknowledged.

The condensed version would be to conjure that he was quite the soul of m...

Alabaster angels face the open gates of Luctus Cathedral, smiling figures dressed in white chattering of family stories and anticipating the taste of red wine.

The pointed steeples touch the chilling fog brought in by the salty air of the ocean, the bright light from the sun filtering through the parted clouds behind the church in an ethereal blessing to wedded couple.

“On my way here, I saw th...

Before the sun has fully risen over Elderby Green, the stillness is broken by the harsh cry of a crow. In an instant, the village seems to hold its breath.

At Mrs Fletcher’s funeral parlour, two grizzled undertakers drop their shovels, leaving a half-dug grave gaping in the damp earth.

Across the lane, Mr Cartwright sets aside the coffin he was polishing, his neat rows of varnished wood sudden...