One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest Novels & Stories

I can hear pants as it got slippery. I stepped on the grass, and I noticed a small puddle ahead. It was greenish and dead bugs floated above. I jumped over it, glancing to see if I stepped on it. I raise my head. Crows flew freely above the trees surrounding the building, squawking and flapping their wings. Vines overlapped every tree's shoulders, stained with a red substance. Torn clothes scatter below a huge old oak tree. It mesmerized me with the sight. It is too early for Halloween, right?

Seeing as we both live at the Packhouse, we both walked towards home together in silence, but it was a pleasant silence though. Walking along the grass, she sees a baby bird chirping near a tree and rushes over to it. I follow her and watch as she scoops it up. ‘The poor thing has fallen from its nest,’ she says as she stares up at the tall tree. ‘I’m going to put it back in its nest.’

Seeing as we both live at the Packhouse, we both walked towards home together in silence, but it was a pleasant silence though. Walking along the grass, she sees a baby bird chirping near a tree and rushes over to it. I follow her and watch as she scoops it up. ‘The poor thing has fallen from its nest,’ she says as she stares up at the tall tree. ‘I’m going to put it back in its nest.’

Their reflections both perfect and distorted all stares back at them. “Even the roofs are covered with mirrors,” Cara said as she sees herself from above. “Wait there shouldn’t be a roof here. The maze is not covered when I saw it back there in Grizzlebark’s canopy.” “Like what the pigeon said Van the air here is made to deceive,” Alice added.

Dev mockingly said, "Birds of same feathers..." Ivan joined to add some line in the sentence for his friends, "...flocks together..." Dev continued the sentence, "...And when they flock together..." Ivan completed the sentence, "...they fly so high..." Dev finished his conversation, “The perfect day for crispy roasting of ravens.”

Maybe I'm more tired than I thought. Soon, the fire crackles in front of our tent. We may have left a little late this morning, as the sun has just set. We would never have made it back and forth to the lake. Strange really, because I even thought I could also go back and forth to the past. The fire is wonderful to warm my hands, and Tim follows suit. Here, far from city lights, so many stars can be seen above us in the dark night sky. It is so quiet here, although there are all kinds of forest sounds. We eat some instant soup that I had heated over the fire.

But we'll get out of it. His voice was soft, and he rubbed my back soothingly. I nodded my head against him, "I refuse to let death by overgrown pigeons be my end." Ben laughed and pulled me closer. "Agreed love." Suddenly the creatures, who were roosting in their respective nests on the high ledges above us began to caw. The sound was borderline deafening, and the cave walls and floor shook around us. Then from the back of the cave came a creature, just like rest, but with a large crown of spiked feathers on his head.