Day of Birth / Night Crawlers

Dark and captivating.

Bonsoir. I know I’ve been absent online recently but I have been writing the whole time. I challenged myself to mesh together all of the odd bits and pieces I’ve penned over the past 6 weeks into one story. This is the result.

Originally posted on Hijacked Amygdala here

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Day of Birth

04:45

She had taken the day off work but forgot to turn off her usual alarm. All hopes of a lie-in were demolished. She was not ready to turn 29. “Let’s call the whole thing off.”

05:22

She wondered if the ravens knew that their continuous cawing is the most consistent, reliable thing in her life.

05:23

A murder of crows. An ostentation of peacocks. A parliament of owls. She had no collective. She just was.

06:42

She buried her phone under her mattress so she didn’t have to face life just yet. She began to read The Glass…

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