#bird killer

[roseunspindle]

KnB ot8 as shifters

Seirin

Kaijo

[fourthingsandawizard]

If Joe's character's superhero name wasn't Thunder Chris, I'm suing

[robthepensioner]

The wind turbine, Fleetwood's contribution to green energy.

[largethingslargerthings]

Meditative Week of Poetry: Jay Weiners

He shot birds down in that field across the road from his house. That old man would take his shotgun, and he would unleash his dog, let her run after the falling remains of what was once a life. He assures me he isn’t like other bird killers, he uses every part. A house adorned with fine feathers and mystery jerky tucked away in the back of a freezer. His dog, I named her. Beauty. I didn’t teach her to kill. He was the one that told her to bite down when it wriggled on the ground. He taught her to sit when he opened the sliding door, and I was stuck on the concrete deck with her. My hands brushed over her filth like it was my own. I became one and the same with that dog. Ten years pass, and I come back to find that a now older, more aggressive dog welcomes me back into her world without hesitation. That same dog that bit down on the necks of birds and could run with trucks lets me run her a bubble bath. The big native man, heavy artillery at his side, watches from the deck as his pup jumps at the hose in my hands. She rolls in the grass, lunging with no malice, and covers my hips in suds and dirt. We are one and the same. My mother tells me to ask about it, but I can’t bring myself to. I already know part of the answer. He had eleven siblings. Later on in life, a wife and four children, two dogs. All in the small houses they juggled between. He needed his time alone. I don’t think he ever really liked the aspect of killing. But he still sat out in the middle of nowhere, covered in bug spray and leaking of camo cloth, waiting for a deer to cross his path. I don’t know how other people hunt, but my grandfather would sit in one place and wait. He must have learned how to fish first. When I was eight he took me fishing for the first time. Beauty was about a year old. That old dock reminded me of a fantasy movie. So I abandoned my pink rod and lay down, letting my hand brush the water. He tried to read to me, but he lost his voice, and I lost my ability to do anything but daydream. I wasn’t allowed to be a kid most of the time. We were juggling houses and breaking boundaries the same way he had. But he taught me to daydream. Just like he taught that dog to bite, he taught me to take care of myself. If Beauty ever ran away, she would be able to live on her own. She was capable. My grandfather had lived with other people his whole life; I think he was scared of forgetting who he was amidst them all. He didn’t like killing, though he did love the jerky; he didn’t go out in the afternoon looking for birds.

[stephaniefchase]

A day in the life of Dreamchaser!

[doodlesnclass]

I drew a lady who killed birds, I’m sane I swear

[thespookywitch]

I'm gonna tell you the great story of what happened on my bus today. So I'm at my bus stop for a long time in the freezing cold. I'm sad coz it's the first day back at school. Luckily I see my school bus coming around the corner and I see something a bit strange. On the top floor of the double decker, I see a crap ton of kids all huddled at the front of the bus. It gets even weirder when the bus gets to my stop, the kids are coming down the stairs. I've got no idea what the fuck is going down. I decide, why the fuck not go upstairs (and a couple others who get on the bus at my stop also go upstairs). I sit down and I'm like, huh all seems good. Some people are still up here so it's all good. But, a boy a couple seats in front of my keeps looking at the back of the bus, so I'm like oooooooohhhh shit what is going on??? Then, a boy who went downstairs pokes his head up the stairs and tells us: just a warning, but there's a bird on the bus. The people who got on the bus at the same stop as me are two/three years younger than me and you can just see fear in their face when he tells us. I'm like, pshhhh no problem I've dealt with this problem before! Then....we get to the next stop. Normally, only a few people get on at each bus stop, but on this stop, there's a fucking lot and most of them sit at the back on the bus. Most of them are fifteen/sixteen and they all happily get on the bus. THEN EVERYTHING CHANGED WHEN THEY SAT THEIR GODDAMN ARSES DOWN. A fucking robin goes mental throughout the whole bus and I'm sitting there like, keep my cool it's just a bird, dealt with this before, it'll leave through the window. Nope. This bird didn't wanna fucking go out the window. It just kept swooping over our heads. My friend gets on the bus and she is this innocent looking girl, but is so motherfucking fearless, everyone just turns on her to grab this bird and get it out. She would've been able to do it... If it weren't for these three 12 year old boys. They are running up and down the bus to get this bird, screaming and shouting. They were even using their blazers to whack this bird who was probably so frightened. A couple stops later, this bird is still on. At this point, it had landed on my back, flew underneath our seats, it's wings tickled the back of my legs I couldn't help but scream SON OF A BITCH! The bus driver even came upstairs, but he didn't do anything about it, he just shrugged it off like a daily occurrence. Then, the bird tries to go downstairs... Remember those three fucking twelve year olds? Yeah, they are still trying to get it twenty minutes later. When the bird tries to go downstairs, one of the boys hits it really hard with his blazer. We all hear a THUMP and a scream from a year seven girl. A moment of silence.... "You killed it!" Someone screams. He then shouts back, "NO I DIDNT! I'm no murderer!" It sounds like he is sobbing. He keeps on repeating I'm not a murderer, under his breath. So....he killed the bird. And he had the saddest look I've ever seen on a person. Then he shouts, NOW I CAN HAVE BREAKFAST! *sigh* this motherfucker TLDR; bird on the bus gave a young boy breakfast. (I hope he didn't actually eat the bird)

[wscripts-blog]

Bird Killer (Games)

Play the Bird Killer game which is inspired from the popular flappy bird game. Crush the flappy little birds with green pipes. Its time to take revenge from those little birds

Controls: Use mouse or space bar to control the pipes.

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