Crows Like Shiny Things Novels & Stories

Her eyes go first. I already knew, in an abstract kind of way, that birds: crows especially, will take the eyes from a corpse as a choice delicacy: easy pickings. Easy pickings... I'd not realised rats do too. Or at least, it's not something I'd considered. Now I have a ringside seat. Within hours, I think, of the water receding, once more I hear the scratching of claws on concrete. Whiskers tremble, glinting green against the gloom of the tunnel. Eyes reflect green against the darkness.

He looked at the door in anticipation as he thought to himself, "These next few years are going to be interesting." Mane looked at the creatures that were flying a few feet above his head. These beasts were grey in color with a patch of black on the feathers of their necks. They were as large as an average ten year old and looked like large sized crows. And they were extremely tricky. Mane wrinkled his brow at how much work these crows had given him. These birds were called black necked crows. They were known for their speed and evasiveness, as well as their high attack prowess. Fortunately, these birds had very poor defense and so that could be exploited. Unfortunately, their great speed ma

From the look of things, it was a crow, but deep down I knew it was no ordinary crow at all. Its eyes were glowing, a terrifying bright red as its dark feathers rustled against the wind. For some unknown reason, I felt a strange pull toward this bird. It was an overwhelming kind of attraction, almost forcing me to go closer to it, to reach for it, to touch it, and it was so dangerously irresistible.

Her arms loaded down with bags that she had refused to let Annie carry. With a sigh, Annie sat down, her hands coming to her lower back as she tried to soothe the tense muscles. The sound of a bird’s wing flapping in the quiet night air pulled her attention away from her aching muscles as she studied the large black crow. Its blue black wings settled into place. She had always loved the colors that crows seemed to have. It landed on one of the streetlights that lit the sidewalks. She couldn’t help but notice that it was much larger than most crows she had seen.

He stared into the red eyes of the three black birds and started walking towards the window, eyes fixed on them, body trembling. All three birds had their gazes fixed on him, as though watching him with human eyes. Strangely, he felt like a prey before its predator—even though they were just birds. Anxiety overwhelmed him as he neared. Something about the way the crows were looking at him that just seemed off.

“Who are the girls with bright hair?” “Oh,” Chrissy said. “Those are my friends. They’re magpies.” “So they store a lot of things?” Lusa asked. Nate and his cousins chuckled. “She means they are bird shifters.” “Those two are kleptos,” Chastity giggled. Chrissy shook her head, grinning. “They can’t help it. It’s their bird brains. If they see something shiny or colorful, they just have to have it. They’ve been banned from more malls and stores than I can name, but they’re fiercely loyal.”

It was made of gold and was embroidered with diamonds and colorful gems. It looked exquisite. "Do you like it?" Woody asked with a smile. Girls loved everything sparkly, especially jewels. In fact, it would be weird if they didn't like such things. Ginger carefully looked at the crown. Then, she shook her head and said, "It looks interesting, but I wouldn't say that I like it. It looks too extravagant and dramatic!"

I really love it. And then I see something. A bedraggled something flapping around on the ground by the hedge at the far side. I head over to get a closer look, and it’s a crow, a big black one with beady eyes that glint as it stares at me. My heart drops as I see he’s got his leg caught in some wire, and I hate posh guy for having such an amazing place and not taking care of the maintenance. The fence is crap down here, all broken and battered, and nature’s suffering, yet again, for humanity’s dumbfuck ignorance.

Cuckoo. A crow squawked and pecked at one of the window ledges. Antony, who recognized the crow, immediately opened the dining room window. A cold wind blew hard that brought snowflakes. Their eyes stung, and reflex covered their faces. Quickly, Antony closed again. He gets annoyed that his hair is wet. He shook off the dew clinging to his hair.