Tumbled Chicken Novels & Stories

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.

Noel chuckled in response. “Alright then.” *** Ricky’s eyes sparkled at the sight of the big, delicious looking rotisserie whole chicken that was cooked inside the oven. “What is that thing? That does NOT look like a chicken, It looks literally like a turkey!” He said in an excited tone. “Unfortunately, that IS a chicken. I got it from one of the visitors in the library. Apparently they are a spirit farmer.” Noel served the whole pot of minestrone on the table, before returning to the kitchen counter to grab the potato salad bowl and the bread basket. Suddenly, he heard a distant DING and turned to see Ricky was on his phone.

Their biceps were times two of those I saw who pointed their guns at me and. I saw a group of people who were wearing white overall and were putting a white substance into a tiny transparent nylon and another set will collect the white substance and bring a delicious roasted full chicken that the neck has been cut off already, tear the stomach and place the white substance in it, sew it and wrapped it up. Another group will take the chicken and put it in a fancy bag to be delivered. It actually took me one minute to notice it. No one needed to tell me what they were doing and what the white substance is.

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.

I only knew who they were by scent because I didn’t bother to look in their direction. That doesn’t stop me either though as I put my claws at his stomach and slowly dig in, “Maybe you’re the one who should watch the way you talk to a Turned wolf,” my claws slip deeper and deeper but he doesn’t so much as flex his abs. “Especially when you have no information on them,” he still doesn’t move an inch the whole time as I retract my claws and scape upwards a bit. I didn’t go too deep, he’ll heal in seconds from what I’ve learned from Star.

I nodded my head, “Thankyou Aiden” “Abran?” Aiden signalled towards the door. Abran kissed my forehead and walked out the front door with both Aiden and Brianne closing it behind them. I decided to walk into the kitchen and start preparing a late lunch for us. I began rummaging through the cupboards looking for utensils and food. I decided I would make a pumpkin soup. I placed a big pot on the stove and started chopping up the pumpkin. “Shoot” I sliced my finger. I quickly put it in my mouth to limit the bleeding. I lit the stove with my other hand and checked my finger a few times.

The following morning, Enzir woke up early with the sound of Kora’s nervous clucking. He looked out his window and found that the chicken was not without company. A rooster was walking around her excitedly and after flapping his wings, gave out a loud crow that could have woken even the heavy sleeper. Enzir smiled as he saw the two chickens eyeing each other and flapping their wings in some form of dance. Slowly, Enzir lowered his window to give the chickens some privacy.

Would rather have my skin flayed than let the past remain unaccounted for. I moved into the poultry side, sticking my eyes to the plucked chicken that hung from overhead racks. They were lots of them. Naked, headless, bare. Just like I'd been destined to be. Some were at the cleaning processes, others being wrapped in cellophane. My day was good until I spotted a counter some feet across. A burly man worked a cleaver on the chicken. The sight retched my stomach, making me regret coming here. Anew.