March-May05
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WINNING STORY By: Tiffa33 I used to be a chicken. That all changed when that meddling girl decided I would make a great art project. She plucked out my feathers with a vengeance, tossing them aside without a second glance. She must think I am immune to pain. Yes, paper machete chickens (or ex-chickens, anyways) do feel some things. Bathing in a coat of green paint. Does this girl think she’s the next Van Gogh? Goodness forbid she think herself the next Picasso! I feel the lavish coat of green paint seep in and dry. Oh my, that’s cold. She’s dotting me with glue and attaching peacock feathers. I’ve always thought peacocks to be beautiful and now I am one. Beauty is inside and out. She sparkles glitter above my eyes then sits back to admire her hard work. The old adage proves true: “no pain, no gain.” But the beauty brings a smile to my lips, the moments of enduring pain, worth it all. | ![]() |
The Long Road By: brokenteddy__ Your soul is tormented by misery |
Tiny Bundle of Joy By: kittens3355 Oh how pretty! Her voice, a song, sweetly singing. | ![]() |
A Springtime Haiku By: acting_star_monica The sky is so blue
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