
Your searching the bush’s
Your friend shushes.
But it’s to late, as it watches.
You hear a sound, a sound so loud,
And then you know, something’s around.
Your friend runs, trying to survive.
But then you see, he slowly dies.
You scream in horror, but you do it quietly.
But it hears you, creeping up silently.
The bushes start shaking,
And the ground starts quaking.
But then you see, something cute emerges.
And on your arm it perches.
But you feel a pain, and look at your arm.
Then you see, all the harm.
Then you realize, it killed your friend.
But it’s to late, it’s dragged you to its den.
IF IT SEE IT...RUN!!!!
I had just woken on a strange island to see this feathered creature staring at me. It had this puppy dog look in it's eyes as if asking me for help so I fed it a berry. That's when the gates of hell swung open and the devil sprung forth his army! They sprung forth from the nearby shrubs like a tidal wave. It was utter chaos: feathers were flying everywhere as if a tornado had ripped through a chicken farm. And the pecking! Oh god the pecking! Everything went black. When I woke again, I was laying next to a bloody mound of something resembling...a person? And sitting right next to it, was that same little bird quizzically staring at me. When it realized I was awake, it squawked and threw up it's wings. And then, an ungodly sound emanated from behind a nearby bush...