We're All Fauna [Scat/WS]
Some birds resting in the trees, tweeting happily, noticed the thing coming and their song stopped. they watched the monolith crawl over the sky and enter the range of their park. the ducks and geese at the pond were no different.
Cafe Plaisir: Precipice
And without anyone watching them, fortunately - aside from the occasional tweet of a bird or rustle in an undergrowth that betrayed some snuffling rattata. he dared not think about anyone more important seeing this.
War Trophy
The tweeting of the birds instantly grew louder, a wave of excitement even he could notice racing through them as he came into view.
EyeWatch: Five Adeed
(season 2) eyewatch: five adeed i listened to the sounds of birds tweeting around me as my head hanged back and my eyes closed, staring up to the blue grayish mixture of skies above me. the forest trees were swaying to one side.
Unintended Consequences
A fun story that was inspired by a tweet by segremores. fun fact: this is the second fastest story i've ever written. 48 hours from concept to final draft. i hope you folks enjoy it.
Wants and Needs
I haven't caught on with your tweets, since get most of my information from my coordinators, but i certainly know that you have to be confident in yourself.
Song of the Space Finch part 2 of 4
The brightly-colored group tweeted in dismay, but accepted. "if they bring on any cargo, check it all for stow-aways." at my flocks nods, i chirped, "i'll be in the tablet room. wake me before launch."
A Different Kind of Apocalypse
The lightning fast process of information came in from all over the world, with scientists weighing in, people tweeting in support of their transformed friends and family, celebrities and politicians confirming (or denying via personal assistants) that
Lonely Oak Chapter 6
He wanted to shout and yell but the cold wind that swathed his cheeks and made his whiskers tweet also filled his throat like water as he opened his mouth. then abruptly the hands all let go; but momentum kept him going.
Febuary
Birds tweet above me in the early evening sky, chopping up my thoughts in assorted intervals. i feel like my legs have had concrete poured over them, locking me in place.
Housepets: Talk Dirty
Birds tweet, but nothing else calls out. everything is covered in a layer of dust, the first signs of decay. they split up, each investigating shabby, thatch-roofed homes. "as you push inside, the door is pulled in!
Journalistic Integrity
"you tweeted last _month,"_ knelle snapped, his butt crashing into kahnso's knot with the emphasis, "that you had almost died of an od. what happened?" "it was shit heroin," kahnso huffed. "and the blow wasn't very good, either.