Tumbled Chicken Novels & Stories

Like someone halfway through a breakdown pretending they’re winning. My hands shake as I dry myself off completely, one movement at a time, too slow, too numb. I drag the towel down my chest, my shoulders, my thighs. I pull on my briefs first, then black tailored pants, buttoning them with fingers that don’t feel like mine. My shirt is still on the chair where I dropped it, wrinkled. I slide it over my arms anyway, not caring how I look. But I fix the collar. I still fix the goddamn collar.

Chicken soup, for her confusion, was appealing-so she went to make it. She found some elbows, boiled and strained them by the sink. Seasoned chicken breasts were swimming in tomato paste in the saucepan while Kitty severed the vegetables and individually tossed them in. Slowly her anxiety backed up but was still present in her shaky hands. Trembling hands caress and firmly hold the shaved potatoes- dicing them in fours. The knife kissing the wooden chopping board sounded like a donkey walking on smooth gravel. ~Chop. Chop. Chop. Chop. When Kitty was satisfied with the size, she immediately tossed them in. She then placed a glass lid over the saucepan. She diverted her attention to mince the

And the chickens in this world are not the same as the chickens on Earth. "How long do you think a chick will take to grow into an adult chicken?" [21 days] "All right," I exhaled heavily, noticing the strange looks of those around me. "Ahem." I took a look around the farmhouse. Everything was made of spirit wood, and on every corner was a blue gemstone. The farmhouse will stay cool in the summer thanks to this mana stone that contains elements of ice. In the empire, poultry prices spiked during the summer. It was because the poultry couldn't withstand the heat.

"Huh, Ms. Abigail just says whatever comes to her mind, such absurd talk. You need evidence to back up what you say!" "Go and bring the kitchen trash bin." Abigail instructed her assistant beside her. Brent hurriedly did as he was told. A large trash can was placed in front of everyone, and Abigail kicked it with her foot, causing the garbage inside to spill instantly at Marcel and Simon's feet. Marcel and Simon quickly took a few steps back. In addition to some food waste, there were also chicken heads, chicken feet, chicken butts, and so on. "I didn't eat chicken for lunch, but the trash can had these..." Abigail's tone was indifferent. "Normally, the eyes of a properly slaughtered chicken

As soon as they were released, the chickens, still tied at the legs, immediately went into a frenzy, fluttering around the cave entrance. "These are chickens," Ben said, watching Clar's eyes light up. He knew he had chosen well, his lips curving into a small, pleased smile. "Gugu chickens, for you." Lucas’s sharp gaze swept over Clar before narrowing at the "scheming tiger." His veins bulged as he clenched his fists, clearly ready to snap. Was it really just chickens? Ben was using this small thing to gain favor, and it infuriated him. Clar, now unable to resist, swallowed at the sight of the lively chickens. Thoughts of East An chicken and white-cut chicken flooded her mind. However, given

He jumped into the pool in a sexy way and swam like a professional. "Woo!!!" I was so excited as I watched him go all over the pool. "Oh my gosh!" I screamed in excitement when I watched him tumble smoothly into the pool and get to the bottom of it, only to come out looking sexy. "Omg, You are so good at this." He paused and came towards me. "Can you swim like this?" He asked me and I placed a finger on my lips to think if I really could and burst into laughter. "I can do everything but the tumbling. I would literally drown if I did that." I told him, still laughing, then he started laughing.

My brain played every possible disaster: claws, bacteria, feathers on the Romano family sofa, me dying in Italy not because of the mafia but because of poultry-related tetanus. “Ash,” I snapped. “Why is there a chicken in your hands.” “Neighbor’s chicken,” he answered, casual as breathing. As if this happened every day at two p.m. “Put it down,” I ordered. Ash clutched the chicken like it was fragile. And then another tiny head slid into the frame. Zoe. Her hair was tied in some chaotic attempt at a ponytail, her cheeks bright with excitement, and in her hands… another chicken. A different one. I wasn’t sure if this was a family gathering or a traveling petting zoo.

I suggested and she nodded. "You're right, let's get only chicken and pizza, but half and half." She said and clapped her hands together like a child given lollipop. "Half and half?" I asked and she nodded and smiled with glee. "Yes, fried chicken and braised chicken." She said and I frowned. "I don't think they sell it like that." I mumbled but she heard me anyways. "They don't?" She asked sounding disappointed. Oh goodness,is she going to cry again?