Julia looked in the mirror at 9 AM one morning
and frowned. She was of average height for her age, with
red hair down to her neck, freckles splattered all over
her tanned face, and a mild amount of muscle which she
gained from working on her father's farm.
Just like every other day of the week, it was
time for Julia to go through her morning chores. After
getting out of bed that morning, her first job was to
add some food to the hens' trough and then take a basket
and collect the eggs from the chickens' last night's
laying. Slipping her clothes and a pair of working boots,
she grabbed the basket by her bedroom door and set out to
begin her work.
The walk from the farmhouse to the chicken coop
was quite a little ways down the path. She decided to
organize her thoughts along the way. "Once I get there,"
she thought, "I'll need to walk around the coop instead
of heading straight towards the door. I wouldn't want to
startle the hens."
She was wise to think this;
There was a sound nearby, Cid thought. It seemed like it at least. Buzzing, repetitive beeping, or something of the sort. He had heard it before, but he couldnt remember where or why. Suddenly a few shakes on his bed woke him up, forcing him to get out of bed.
He was asleep, and the noise was his alarm clock. Cid had never been good about waking up on time, and he wasnt about to change anytime soon. Of course, he needed to if he ever wanted to go somewhere in life. He had a semi-lame job, he believed. Who really wants to work at McDonalds anyway? And in the mornings, on a Monday? Surely nobody wanted to work then. Yet he had the luck enough to apply and get the unfortunate positions. At least it paid.
He checked the time, 7:30. His alarm clock had only just gone off. Then who woke Cid up? He looked over to the right, seeing his roommate Kenneth staring at him with arms folded. Kenneth was the luckier of the two, he had the night s
I thought about why I had traipsed through this forest, it was something that had occupied my thoughts for a long time. You see, I was a huge believer in paranormal phenomenon. Ghost trains, flickering lights, the words. However, I heard of something so hard to believe yet so easy to find. I heard tell of an old abandoned farm, and in this farm swirls mysterious tornado made out of feathers. The tornado is known as "The Dance Of Feathers" and it happens to be in a town near where I lost a dear frien