Genre: Satire, Humor & Parody
About AquadestinyLocation: Poole, Dorset Home Region: Age:22 Website: http://arach-aisling.livejournal.com/ Favorite novels: Harry Potter series, Earthsea series, The Hobbit, Sabriel Favorite writers: Jk Rowling, Tolkein, Ursula le Guin Garth Nix Favorite music: Random mix, usually instrumental only Non-noveling interests: reading, acting, swimming, badminton. |
Joined: novembre 1, 2007 This Year: Official Participant NaNoWriMo History: NaNoWriMo posts: 62 NaNoWriMo buddies: 8
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Brief Author Bio: 23 year old call centre employee for Job Centre Plus. Been in Poole for over a year but hoping to be able to go to teaching college in a year or so . |
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Synopsis: Squabbledom
I do like the idea of birds being able to write, and if they could I bet some of them would write stuff just like this. Have you ever looked out of the window only to see a huge Gull scatter a bunch of crows or magpies? Or seen the way the little birds sometimes glare at ones that are ten times their size, as though they’re plotting to kill them? If not, I bet you think I’m crazy to think that birds would think like this, but let’s put it this way: The family Corvidae, which includes birds like Crows, Ravens, Rooks and Magpies has some of the world’s most intelligent birds. Magpies have been shown to be self-aware. That is that they can recognise the other bird in a mirror as themselves. The only other animals that can do this are: Humans, Asian Elephants and most of the great Apes, and maybe one or two others. Now tell me that those things are bird brained. If Dinosaurs hadn’t gone extinct the raptors probably would have learned to use tools eventually and we all know that birds did branch off from dinosaurs a little over 70 odd million years ago.
What follows is a fictional account of the logs that several different bird species would write during a war that involves the vast majority of species living in a small, coastal town on the South coast of England. Of course the reason the war even started has kind of been lost over the generations, so the various factions have decided to write down what happens every day to try to work it out. You decide whether or not they actually get anywhere.
Excerpt: Squabbledom
When is that blasted pie going to move? He’s been sat there for over an hour now and I’m starting to get numb feet from sitting in this one position for so long. I’ll just have to risk moving, if he spots me, he’s as good as dead. I might be smaller than he is, but I am also far, far faster and could easily kill him before he sounds off an alarm or distress call. I’ll need to start off slow though, I can’t get a good shot at him from this angle, which is a bit annoying. I hate having to move so slowly, but it will be utterly worth it if I can get away from this dull bush at the very least. It’s provided some fantastic cover for me so far, but as I said staying in one place for too long is far too dangerous.
Ah it looks like he’s thinking about moving on, at long last. I might not have to kill him after all, but what would be the fun in that. He’s already made my life a lot more miserable than it should be today, and I’m sure Craock would be glad to be rid of such a deadweight in his ranks. Why would he have hired a bird with such an addled brain anyway, it’s not like he’s actually fit for guard duty as he’s so easily distracted. I shall have to ponder the whys later, it looks like he’s spotted me.
Log end.
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