Chickens...

01-14-2073

Right. Left. Right. Left. I stare at my sneaker-clad feet as I walk down this gravel road. Each step takes me farther into the unknown. To a place that will hopefully hold me safe. All I need to do is escape this life I’ve lived in for so long. Too long. One more step. One more tear.

The cold wind is my only friend. All those words. All those faces. Stick to me like glue. Each time they told me I couldn’t.

All I need to do is forget. Everything.

The world will end in a week. And I’m the only one left. My name is Aderyn. I know. Unusual. You’ve probably never heard it before. It means “Bird”. I know, when I learned that too I cried.

I hope I don’t get too attached to you because you’re just a journal. And you always will be. Face the facts, you stupid journal.

I’m sorry, I hurt your feelings. I loved teasing Cryan. He was a great little brother. Too bad the plague took him. It took everyone. Now the only things left are me, the wind, and a couple stupid chickens here and there.

01-15-2073

I’m a Vegan. Always was. I can’t stop being vegan. But there is nothing to eat. I’ve traveled for so long. Miles and miles and haven’t found one single store! All these chickens. They tease me. They tease me like I teased you and I teased Cryan and he teased our dog and she teased the cat who teased the birds. The birds teas- &&&&&&&&&&&&&

01-18-2073

My pen ran out of ink and now I have to use this ugly navy color. It’s been a few hours and I’m starving, to say the least.  The chickens still tease me. Am I insane? Maybe I should take a decision, or else I’ll die of starvation. Chickens are overpopulated anyway... This piece was a small recreation that my friend, Lily Rhyne, and I wrote on a free evening.