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.

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

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 choked on something furry, my eyes peeling open wide, to find the bathtub was a disgusting, mushy brown color, and stuffed with wet, clusters of white—wait, was that feathers? I vaulted up in the tub so fast as if I got bit, an ensemble of clucks exploded around me, and the snowy, feathery balls went ballistic. “Chickens?” I cried out in disbelief. “Are you kidding me?” The gunk in the tub stuck to my body like a second skin, and was next to impossible to wipe off with my hands. Whatever was mixed with the water and brown muck, was sticky as crap. I was still trying to rub it off, when another, ‘Cluuuck!’ sounded, and a freaking chicken flew at me as if it was defending its stomping ground

Then, after most of the blood had drained, he then began skinning them starting from it’s belly up until it’s neck. I didn’t know that mountain chicken had double layers of hides. The outer layer laden with earth-coloured feathers looks thick and sturdy, whereas the inner layer looks like a normal chicken skin. Clairmont peeled off all the outer layer and cut the bird’s back to clean the insides. Cutting off both of its legs, and finally, after all the dismantling and cleaning, he threw the bird’s body into a huge globe of water, probably washing the bird. He resumed to do the same on the second bird.

I choked on something furry, my eyes peeling open wide, to find the bathtub was a disgusting, mushy brown color, and stuffed with wet, clusters of white…feathers? I vaulted up in the tub so fast as if I got bit, an ensemble of clucks exploded around me, and the snowy, feathery balls went ballistic. “Chickens?” I cried out in disbelief. “Are you kidding me?” The shit in the tub stuck to my body like a second skin, and was next to impossible to wipe off with my hands. Whatever was mixed with the water and brown muck, was sticky as fuck. I was still trying to pry the crap off, when another, ‘Cluuuck!’ sounded, and a fucking chicken, I swear, flew at me as if it was defending its stomping ground

I tell everyone to pile into the trucks and get ready to cross the moment the bridge lowers. I lower the bridge just three-quarters of the way and, mustering all my strength, I throw the chicken outward. Boo watches as it soars overhead, his tongue lolling out and drooling with anticipation. I hurl the chicken with such force that it breaks apart in midair, scattering into three smaller pieces that capture the hungry giant's attention.

He scooped up a mound of sauced chicken with the same fork. This wasn’t my intention, but sometimes instincts lead you astray, like they are now. When Caden brought the chicken to his mouth, I initially wanted to look away, but I couldn’t resist watching the elegant way he chewed the large piece of chicken, his sealed lips moving slowly. After half a minute, he returned the fork to his mouth and playfully used his tongue to twirl around the edges of the tines. His intense gaze met mine, mirroring the same emotion from the previous night in the alley.