Writing Prompt

“Okay now open your eyes,” Eddie said.

I uncovered my eyes, my stomach flip flopped with excitement. I saw a hideous beetle black eye staring straight at me.

I screamed, “Arghhh what the everlasting fuck! Why don’t you know me at all! Get away.” I sprinted to my bedroom shaking. Eddie gave me a parrot.

I hate birds. Not like they make me nervous or I find them icky. I hate birds. Ever since I w...

My new parrot tells stories. Stories of her adventures around the world, stories of jolly singing men and raucous unseemly glee. Stories of witches and voodoo and black eyed girls with precise black arts. My parrot tells stories of broad shouldered beings with stern brows and shortly packaged might. Yes my parrot is a story teller but I’m not sure how.

My parrot could be other worldly, an eternal...

Pick up the load,

And Follow the road.

Be not opaque,

And Make no mistake.

Jewels shine with a truth

Yet fall so uncouth;

Once confident and devout

Now unsure, full of doubt.

An image of deceit

But discerns just defeat.

Force a mask of concealment

That appears as repealment.

With a hefty weight of blame,

The price of such reclaim,

Twist up such scornful bonds;

The ache of fram...

Candace walked into her house, carrying a cage that contained a parrot. A customer from her job gave her the parrot as a gift. She didn’t know why he did, but she didn’t want to hurt the customer’s feelings by refusing the gift. Still, she had no idea what to do with a parrot for a pet.

“Well, here is my home….” She didn’t know what to call the parrot. The customer didn’t let her know if he had ...

Some see perfection as a goal

They want more and more until they’re full

For others a need

For them it’s greed

This is only what society taught

And these old ideas need to be forgot

Perfection isn’t about a paper or grade

Or about how much money you made

Its about they way you spend your time

And if what you do makes your heart shine

So do what you want without others approval

The only path to hap...

Perfection is seen in the eye of the beholder.

Perfection is actions and beauty and character not those who scold her

To some perfection is fitting in with the rest

To others perfection is acing the test.

To all there is perfection

Even if it is their own reflection

But to all there is some version

Even those who see perfection as coercion

Though those people are not the type to be remembered

For ...

I stare in disbelief at Baby. Did he really just say what I think he said or have I finally cracked?

Baby is my parrot. My husband, Bo gave him to me for our 30th wedding anniversary.

He said that it would be good company while he’s away since he often travels for work. We have two children, Hannah and Sam, who are now adults with children of their own. They are also on the other side of the co...

“Wa-ta” Sugar says.

“Wa-ter. Come on, Sugar, I know you can do this,” 10-year-old Isaac says with the stomp of his right foot.

“Wa-ta” Sugar continues. “Wa-ta, Wa-ta, Wa-ta.”

Now becoming the joke of the century in the Pierre household, Sugar Pierre loves her water. Err, wa-ta.

Issac’s friend from school gave him the best gift for his latest birthday; a parrot....

Caw. Chirp. Squawk.

You ugly moron, go on a walk.

Caw. Chirp. Squawk.

Get rid of that awful Mohawk.

Caw. Chirp. Squawk.

Your stupidity makes me gawk.

Caw. Chirp. Squawk.

“Why can’t you just be a hawk?”

—END— :)...

Dawn opens the door to Hamilton’s cage and useds her hand to gently stroke his talons. Hamilton was bestowed to her by her best friend’s family member. May’s great-aunt was an old, peculiar, lady but she always seemed to have the best intentions.

The parrot stepped onto her hang and she guided him to her shoulder.

“Are you hungry?” She coos as she strokes his beak.

“Nom Nom!” He chirps back.

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