What if it wasn't a crime? Or of the act was justified? Humans are so strange with their words. Meanings twisted and reworked. Lines blurred and redrawn, again and again. Crows too, but we are stranger.
The time is now, the wind is with me, rare within turbulent walls. I swoop. Snatch. Drunk on the power of one victorious moment. Interrupting the silence of my own success is my own lurid cawing. Ha! Ha! To gloat is my nature, and also my demise.
I am fast, but the human is faster, aided by the unnatural advantage of his metal machinations. BAM. BAM BAM. The shots reverberate through my hollow bones, more shocking than the bullets themselves that shoot past.
The fickle wind abandon me, curse this ever unreliable friend. I spin and plummet, gracelessness shakes me by the wings, and I, a master of it's force, wrangling it for altitude, the kind of distance that humans can't close. My prize wears me down. Curse it's illustrious weight. Damn these gleaming stones and the mesmerizing gold that binds them. Ruby and sapphire. Emerald and amethyst. Mine! Mine!
Almost.
BAM.
The last shot proves me false. The blinding pain grounds me, obliterates my victory. Still, I refuse to let go. I land, postering tall, and while the human towers over me, he can not out-glower this crow. My glare gives him a moment's pause. Good. Know your place, human.
"Hand it over and no one gets hurt." The human's meat-beak is squawking inconsequentially.
With a shift of my wings, I signal my brethren. As reliable as the wind, a fury of black wings descends upon the human raucously. I join their obnoxious cries as I limp away with our prize.
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Prompt: high stakes, fear of being caught, injustice, desperate need to prove innocence. Elements of suspension, tension, and drama, outwit pursuers, clear name. 20 minutes.
The time is now, the wind is with me, rare within turbulent walls. I swoop. Snatch. Drunk on the power of one victorious moment. Interrupting the silence of my own success is my own lurid cawing. Ha! Ha! To gloat is my nature, and also my demise.
I am fast, but the human is faster, aided by the unnatural advantage of his metal machinations. BAM. BAM BAM. The shots reverberate through my hollow bones, more shocking than the bullets themselves that shoot past.
The fickle wind abandon me, curse this ever unreliable friend. I spin and plummet, gracelessness shakes me by the wings, and I, a master of it's force, wrangling it for altitude, the kind of distance that humans can't close. My prize wears me down. Curse it's illustrious weight. Damn these gleaming stones and the mesmerizing gold that binds them. Ruby and sapphire. Emerald and amethyst. Mine! Mine!
Almost.
BAM.
The last shot proves me false. The blinding pain grounds me, obliterates my victory. Still, I refuse to let go. I land, postering tall, and while the human towers over me, he can not out-glower this crow. My glare gives him a moment's pause. Good. Know your place, human.
"Hand it over and no one gets hurt." The human's meat-beak is squawking inconsequentially.
With a shift of my wings, I signal my brethren. As reliable as the wind, a fury of black wings descends upon the human raucously. I join their obnoxious cries as I limp away with our prize.
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Prompt: high stakes, fear of being caught, injustice, desperate need to prove innocence. Elements of suspension, tension, and drama, outwit pursuers, clear name. 20 minutes.
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