Two flocks, divided by beliefs, merging only while bashing beautifully bloody beaks and clashing crooked claws, live upon a mediocre acre of rural neighborhood property. Most would take interest in a story just about the crazy yahoos that raise the chickens, but little does anyone know that each flock--each chicken--has their own story to tell...One simply has to watch (if this beakful doesn't ruffle your feathers, that is). You may dodge the vile voracity, maniacal murder, or the epic epidemic of other tall tales, but you've been warned: don't judge a bird by her feather.

Just a gallery of my drawings, art, photography, and writing. I greatly encourage criticisms.

How would you react if you were given a ring, told to glow indicating four pivotal moments in your life? Once for when you met your true forever friend. Once for when a loved one was ill. Once for when you met your true love. And once...for the day you were to die. Hi! So I'm having a little contest with my friend Wildestdreamer. We gave each other topics to write about, and whoever's story has more votes by the end of the school year (around the end of May) wins! Simple as that. So I'd greatly appreciate anyone who votes :)

The world you're living in now has changed suddenly and drastically in the blink of the eye. Chaos. Much worse than the fictional zombie apocalypse people used to think was a form of entertainment. No, no, this is much worse. Out of the blue, the government stopped, the mindset had been switched as easy as turning off a light. They seized selected kinds of people from all over the world, they traded these common people, like lab animals, and bred them. The government's plan is to create different breeds of humans. They'll genetically modify us into monsters, some so advanced, they're capable of undergoing unbelievable actions. Super strength, night vision, unstoppable speed, and much, much more to come. We are in danger, you and me. They're taking us in as their scientific play toys. And what's more; we all know this world won't last long. The human race will soon be leaving Earth to live on a new planet. This is the new generation. We run, we hide, they find us, take us away. We adapt, either way. In their laboratories or not. We're evolving and there's no way out. This is the ReEvolution.

Now a digital pilot for SYFY The Society knows when we're going to die. They imprint it on our arms at birth. I was supposed to die yesterday. I'm the girl who's Expired. Winner of the 2020 Readers Choice Awards Cover by @Forcade