Pigeon Impossible POV

It was a nice little afternoon, as most would call, in America's capital. Much nicer than the cold concrete sidewalk that is under me, but I suppose being a special briefcase, seeing and feeling nice things shouldn't really matter to me. The combination of plastic, rubber, and metal is what I'm made of.
A briefcase carried by this human in broad daylight, would normally seem harmless, if I was a normal briefcase. I'm actually a high tech government item with weaponry functions, and I've just been handed to another human agent named Walter Bekket. He was a bit of a clumsy fellow and then I thought he lacked common sense.

He sat me down on a green bench on the sidewalk and, opened me up and began to press my buttons while eating a bagel. Then I saw for the first time in my existence, humor. An unusual pigeon that seemed to have a human understanding took interest in the bagel. He soon attacked the human wanting the bagel, only to have him throw it over me and behind me on the ground. Then the stupid bird landed on top of me, and he was heavy enough to tip me over, closing me with him inside.

He started messing with my buttons, making me jump all over the place. A minute later I was flying around on jets and firing lasers every where causing people to panic Though he looked like was having fun. The smell of smoke and sweat permeated the air.

Then that Walter human held up that stupid bread catching my pilots attention and landed. They negotiated in silence, after pointing a missle at him for making a funny movement, the bird gestured that he throw it up in the air and he did. Once distracted he knocked the bird away, then the bagel landed on the big red button
 

Free write warm up Sky

Such a comforting scene. Peaceful skies even at nights like this aren't something you see everyday. The light on the horizon is so alien I can't comprehend what s spectatular sight that one should witness. What a great night it would be if it had a full moon, the it would a perfect nighy in an imperfect world where such alien beauty is taken for granted at times. Its priceless for no one can lay claim to, no matter the wealth they might have. Its natures reminder, even though its cruel it has a side of beauty.

The sky is what it is.

Food blog Ciabatta Sandwich

The process of making this food of significance to me is to get cibatta, Gouda, Havartti, or Muenster cheese, pepperoni or any other meat, avocado, and horseradish.

I first toast the bread, spread the avocado at the bottom evenly, add horseradish on the bottom, then a slice of pepperoni or meat in general, cheese, meat, cheese, another slice of meet, another slice of cheese, and finally another slice of meat and the other piece of bread, then eat and enjoy it. I also like to get some Kettle Cook Lays chips and ranch and have it with the sandwhich. I've been eating ciabatta sandwhiches for years now, I'm using my favorite bread.

I first started eating this ciabatta sandwich when I believe my mom was first making for myself and later I got hooked. Then in my Junior year at highschool, I got carried away with eating the school lunch items that I gained like 10lbs, so this healthier item from home became a immediate alternative that helped dropped a few pounds. Now the reason its my favorite is because its an every other day sandwich that I care to make, its healthy, its basic and its good.

She is blonde

This human female is blond for reasons beyond my amateur analytical mind wouldn't be able to comprehend if I began to analyze it with my mind. Her hair was 16-18 inches long, gleamed like gold in the sun, felt like fine silk upon touch, shined like a star in the moonlight, smelled like sunflowers and fine wine in the air. Her hair is beauty in itself, but it could be a trap.


The process of making this food of significance to me is to get cibatta, Gouda, pepperoni, avocado, and horseradish.

I first toast the bread, spread avocado to the bottom, add horseradish, then a slice of pepperoni, Gouda, another pepp, Gouda, another pepp, another Gouda, and finally another pepperoni and the other piece of bread, then eat and enjoy it. I also like to get some Kettle Cook Lays chips and ranch and have it with the sandwhich. I've been eating ciabatta sandwhiches for years now, I'm using my favorite bread.

I started eating this sandwich in my Junior year at highschool. I got carried away with eating the school lunch items that I gained like 10lbs, so this healthier item from home became a immediate alternative that helped dropped a few pounds. Now the reason its favorite is because its a every other day sandwich thats healthy, its basic and its good

Forest story from previous post

The Battle of the Cargan Forest of 1606, was crucial for the protection of one of Cobreiny's most wealthiest provinces. The Yorgurvs menaced the Cobreinian in a costly war for 15 years. A Yorgurv army of about 35,000 sapproached the town of Cargan and their 250,000 people.
The Cobreinians with an army of 8,500, plus 1,500 militia which made 10,000, used the dense forest to their advantage and crippled the enemy after 22 days of strategic fighting, forcing them to retreat. The weather of those 22 days was either ranning or very hot, which made the Yorgurvs miserable who werent used to such such weather patterns unlike their enemy who lived a lifetime in the province. They came from a mostly a cold and dry land. Over half of the Yorgurv troops wore heavy armor and if were vulnerable to the heat or to attack if they were on or off. Less than 1000 from both sides caught colds. The smell of blood, sweat, oil, smoke, and gun powder was so thick, winds carried the combined scent miles away in different diretcions, some say if you focus your nose you can still smell a little bit of it even after 400 years.

Every day air was filled with the sounds of the rain beating down whatever was below them, swords clashing, painful screams coming from mens mouths, explosions smashing the earth and shredding the trees, and guns firing.

After those 22 days, the Yorgurvs lost 14,000 men while the Cobreinians lost about 3,000. The odds were against them yet they saved the town of Cargan the province's capital.
Every year a memorial service is held to honor those who died.

Senses

The image I see is 3 dimensional or digital paper lizard figure things, sitting in a circle on top of presents wrapped in colorful. However the lizards almost look like balloons. Either way they are colorful. There is a blue and white feather in the middle of the lizard circle. The presents also look like stairs curving upwards. It’s an overhead view of the image presented before me.

The place I would rather be is Cobreiny. An imaginary country/continent inhabited by demons and humans.  A place where modern and traditional ways, races and ideas integrate with one another and the way of the warrior still ever present even in the 21^st century.  A large land with a mostly European climate and terrain, but a melting pot of cultures from Europe to Asia.

Endless acres of trees and grass spreading through the country meeting up with the unique towns, cities, and villages made of metal, wood and/or stone.  Mountains rising up from the grounds in the distance reaching the sky.

The smell of decade’s old dead warriors is noticeable, but overshadowed by the scent of fresh grass, oak, and pine. The smell of hard work being performed by the various laborers completing their given tasks.

 

The taste of good food being cook in the restaurants and bakeries in the cities invades ones mouth. The taste of meat being in the forest from the fallen bodies of ferocious animals as a means of survival. The taste of salty water from the nearby beach is more than welcoming to the diverse aromas of food and survival. Soft cool dirt can be strangely taste but not edible.

The feel of the wind blowing against my face, as I run my hand on the rough texture outer walls of the stone houses, while the sun’s rays are beamed into my body, warming it comfortably.

I hear the sounds of the people chatting and laughing with one another, while carts and church bells make their distinctive sounds. The birds singing their melodic tunes while a rooster makes his doodle dooes in the morning. The dogs bark and whine while they for someone to feed them their usual meals. I hear the wind rustling the trees.

 

And old seemingly dead forest lays few miles off from the town, the site where a crucial battle took place. Winning or loosing decided the fate of the town and every thing for 300 sq miles. The battle was so long and fierce it aged many trees and killed off others. The trees provided an advantage for the outnumber defenders who risked everything for the defenseless if they werent their. An area of great importance of survival and freedom.

Hells and Heavens

This past week I went through I had some hells and heavens. Xbox, family, and school usually have mixed feelings.
One heaven is playing an xbox game called World Of Tanks and the hell of that is getting constantly killed.

Essays are my hell of school. My grandmothers dementia is an obvious hell.
School had one of my heavens. Getting an A on my history test was one and not having so much homework every week like most others would. Finishing my english MLA was a heaven after going through that minor hell of actually having to do it. One hell of today was over sleeping and giving me no time to shower since I had less than 20 minutes to do nothing but get over to school and was only 2 minutes late for my first class.
School is one hour away from ending thats a heaven going to work at 5 is a hell.

Crazy Story

A few monkeys unify with an icy rabbit after their respective peoples done the same. They forged each others skibbys that were wonkey so that they could apologize for being ignorant to each other that started the Attrition that ruined the moist outdoors because someone was hoopin the others and ended when someone said Apple. Awesome.

Thats was sure a phenomenal.

Actually how it started and ended is irrelevant.

The monkeys got tattoos before setting off with the rabbit to Egypt. They were to hunt the industrial person incognito who was forging syphilis in Egypt. They would give him a chance to apologize while were being awesome. But they wouldn't guess how ignorant he would be about Apple.

The hunt soon became an attrition in Egypt's non-moist outdoors. Incognito liked hoopin in his skibbys, that made it easy to hunt him because he had tattoos that were wonkey. Actually his tattoos were marker but they found him ending the hunt and punished him.