Geese Stories

an unexpected meeting at coachella turns into a dinner and then...? olivia rodrigo x cameron winter fic

No bitches? 💀💀

If these ducks had names and personalities let's goooo

Hjonk is a young goose, born in Gooseland. This is his story.

You are walking home from your boring job working in an office when you notice a beautiful woman bathing in a fountain, little did we know she had a big secret.

ɧι~ ı- ơɧ, ῳąıɬ- ⋆ƈσυɠԋ⋆ *cσυgн* ah! back to normal! I'm Elenore/Elliot/Ella, whichever one you want to call me ^^

IDK I just wanna try and write an entire thing using only my phone. probs will include geese. just geese. regular old animal geese.

peace was never an option (I.e geese and swans make an alliance and take over the world)

I did not make the cover! Join Duckie as he tries to bring the world back to justice from the evil Gooselick mcGooserson

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December 15   GOOSE     I round this corner nearly every day.  There in the field stands a flock of problems pecking the ground and flapping their wings.  Uniform and regular, the honking and squawking is undistinguishable from yesterday.  I ponder and squint; are these the same or yet another gaggle making their way along a migratory path?  Trouble is feral, skulking the edges of the field but never sheltering in the yard.  I must leave my hands off, knowing these are not mine.  The feathers fly and I gather the strays acutely aware of the ticklish nature of this.  Awkwardly I face the truth, no matter how much of a perplexity this is to me or to others, it is only geese.     Run because you want to and the starter’s whistle won’t bother you. *     Crazy Time     Picking the right time to be crazy seems to be the key to getting away with it. Wanting to get away with it slants the field a tad.   What crazy is, changes from place to place, which puts all the more emphasis on the timing. The surrounding company and barometric pressure, play parts and put on airs.   Lighting, lighting must also be involved, I assure you I don’t know how and can’t calculate the Ohms, but I flip the switches in case it helps.   I have mapped for you a fair amount more than I know. I wish you well on your attempt, for crazy is a kindred club, I would hate for you to feel inept.     Vlog:  http://youtu.be/hbmrf8CaJnE   You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault http://www.amazon.com/Sober-On-The-Way-Sane/dp/1440417342/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1388576888&sr=8-1&keywords=sober+on+the+way+to+sane http://www.amazon.com/More-Lines-From-My-Life/dp/1448677203/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1388576956&sr=8-1&keywords=More+Lines+From+My+Life

Dear Diary, Hilton and I are going to climb mount Bluebird today! I've been so excited to go, everyone keeps talking about the view. Hilton says we'll be at the top of the mountain just in time for sunset. He also says he has something else he wanted to show me. Besides that, nothing is happening today. I'll tell you how the climb went when we get back! Sincerely, Jeremy

My second collection of poems, not centered around any real theme.

Everyone knows about the Russian mafia, Italian Mafia, but what if there was a Canadian Mafia? I was feeling silly, so I wrote this (I live in Vancouver) and enjoy these *amazing characters!🤭

heres a somewhat spoopy story about geese. I know, geese.

We used to all be best friends, frenemies, or just friends we were known as the Bob gang even though we had some people who did not have a b in their name we were still called that until one day....One particular day....ONE "INNOCENT DAY!!" It was ruined our friendship was broken but we still hung out but a lot of people left...I still had Bob, Bosip, Bobal, Bofo, Bowaev, Boweav, Bobot, Boder, Amor and me Kc/ Kennedy! We were all still friends but little did we know chaos would happen.... Some of us are dying.... Unknown truth about others...So many things but all I want to know is who was the person who caused....THIS.....

Hello Not much else follows Cover: https://www.deviantart.com/andruhastepanov/art/Duo-873605496

Captain Red Beard has been searching for the Holy Grail ever since he inherited his ship. He will stop at nothing for his quest. Anya Ryder works at the castle, feeding geese. She is paid less than half a penny per week and eats scraps from the animal's food. But she has a secret. She knows where to find the Holy Grail. And I? Well, I'm thoroughly dead, thanks for your concern. XXX Cover by @antiquestarlight Updates on Saturdays

Just read it. Freddie the goose commands it