All The Crows Are Dead

All The Crows Are Dead

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Her heart was made out of thorns. But they were golden, and that was something. .x. Seventeen hours. It took seventeen hours for police to find Nora Lexington's body after a cryptic message was sent to half the student body in the middle of the night. Within seconds, an arrest is made. The school newsletter team goes wild. And most importantly, all those who knew Lexington - began to fear for their lives. Because when a crow dies, the other ones don't sit in silence. There is a funeral, a pyre to soothe the innocent, and moments of longing and sadness. But when a dead crow begins to kill all the others - that's when you know the crow wasn't really innocent to begin with. .x. (unedited blurb) all the crows are dead. © 2019 by storiesbyakira. all rights reserved.
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Certainly they could trust that those in power ultimately had the best interests of the people in mind, right? ~~~ Luna slouched low in her seat, staring at droplets of water that ran diagonally down the window of the bus. The sky was a flat, depressing grey and the incessant, soaking rain left her constantly chilled. It was a typical "liquid sunshine" day in the Pacific Northwest. They drove past a single tall scraggly tree on top of a hill shrouded in mist. The creepy tree was full of screaming crows. How could she hear them from inside the bus when she couldn't even seem to hear the voices of the kids around her? Geez, that was an awfully freaking dark image. She shivered and looked away. What did they call a group of crows again? Right, a murder of crows. Perfect. The weather was certainly the only thing that was typical these days, although you'd never know it by looking around the bus at most of the kids as they sat joking and gossiping with each other just like they had before... before that day everything had changed. Idiots.

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