With a deadline looming, Abigail didn’t have time for distractions. Writing under stress was bad enough without interruptions.

The first bird didn’t bother her. Its soft singing was calming.

When the second bird joined in, the song of the two together was almost too beautiful for words. Literally. Abigail found herself paying more attention to the singing than to her writing.

Then the third bird joined in and the song became discordant. 

Abigail tried to ignore them and keep writing, but when the fourth arrived, the din became too much. Abigail screamed at the birds, barely giving them pause. So, she went outside and began throwing stones at them. Suddenly, all four birds stopped singing and, as one, started calling. Moments later, flocks of birds appeared. After a time, all that was left of Abigail was a skeleton and her deadline bothered her nevermore.

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Here endeth today’s BlogFestivus entry, based on “Four calling birds.” Sorry for the stilted writing. Hitting an exact word target isn’t as easy as it sounds, you know.

I decided to keep a record of the body count for each day. It seems as if I’ve been writing a lot of characters dead, but as you’ll see in the following table, it’s really not so bad, at least as compared to some of the other BlogFestivus writers. (You know who you are.) I also think there’s a valuable lesson in each of these tales. I’ll spell out one possible moral for each story, but, really, each reader will find their own message. Or not.

 

Day Body Count Possible Moral
Day 1 0 Don’t land in a tree when parachuting with a bag full of money.
Day 2 2 Beware of pretty shiny things.
Day 3 2 Don’t let taunts get to you. Also, don’t play with explosives.
Day 4 1 Don’t mess with the birds.
BlogFestivus Day 4: The birds
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One thought on “BlogFestivus Day 4: The birds

  • 12-04-2011 at 11:11 pm
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    Yes, I know who I am.

    That was nice. I love deaths by a mob of birds.

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