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There Once was a chicken named Wilson and he wanted to find a home. One day a farmer named Rex came to look at the chicken farm then he said "Hmmm, none of these chickens are rite." Then he left. The next day another farmer came to look at the chicken farm and her name was Selia. She said I will take 1 chicken home and I pick Roostey. Roostey was one of Wilson's friends. " When will I get to have a nice home in the country"? He asked himself. The next day another farmer came to the farm and said, "I will take Wilson". After the farmer said those words , Wilson said ,"Yes"! "I got picked"!
Then the farmer took Wilson home and fed him good food. Then he went to sleep. The next day he ate more food. Then one day the farmer got sick and he coldn't feed the animals.
So Wilson said, "if my owner can't feed me then I will feed myself" and that's what he did.
The next day he wandered off somewere. The farmer could not find him. "Wilson". "Wilson". The farmer found the chicken in the bushes.
And the chicken lived a happier life
The End
Then the farmer took Wilson home and fed him good food. Then he went to sleep. The next day he ate more food. Then one day the farmer got sick and he coldn't feed the animals.
So Wilson said, "if my owner can't feed me then I will feed myself" and that's what he did.
The next day he wandered off somewere. The farmer could not find him. "Wilson". "Wilson". The farmer found the chicken in the bushes.
And the chicken lived a happier life
The End
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Demons are Smarter Than You
The mist obediently hovers within the binding circle, coming once more and tamely to my call. How raucous it was when first I summoned it! How loudly it roared its name to the ceiling—how silent were the heavens that night. But now it is silent when it arrives, as silent as the heavens when I call, for I have bade it so. With it comes the sulfurous reek of its home and its own pets—a pair of tiny bat-winged imps no larger than my hand—and a deepening of the shadows in my basement conjury.
The fool has cast his spells of summoning again, and never were more clichéd words uttered than in this room. He thinks I am silent because he ordered
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To Write of Horror
To paint a scene of mythic horrors
Take dim lit room and darkest corners
Find a child huddled there, cradled tight in his despair
Silent here for not his murmurs,
murmuring out a prayer
He asks the keeper keep to keeping
While all his guardians tucked in sleeping
Ignorant of the shadows creeping
Slow across the hallway floor, standing now outside his door
Somewhere near the sound of breathing,
breaths too heavy to ignore
Then just outside there raised a howl
A distant boom and monstrous growl
Envisions he a ghostly cowl
Afloat across the yard in prowl
Come to steal his soul away, curtains hold the fiend at bay
With scrapes across the window
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The Thing
I lay still in my bed,
Mr. Ted by my side,
And listen hard for the thing
That crawls around outside.
He'll start with the scratching,
It's always the same,
His claws carving the face
Of the wooden door frame.
Then he'll move onto the blood
Seeping beneath my door,
Dripping from the walls,
Covering the floor.
The wardrobe will squeak,
Those green eyes appear,
Voices will whisper
Dark words in my ear.
Their dead hands will tug
At the edge of my sheets
And insects will crawl
All over my feet.
I lay and wait
For their games to begin.
But tonight will be different,
I whisper with a grin,
Tonight I will show
Those monsters a scare.
They can come b
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I just HAD to post this xDDD
I wrote it when i was 5 xDDD
"One day a farmer named Rex came to look at the chicken farm then he said “Hmmm, none of these chickens are rite.” Then he left."
IM LAUGHING SO HARD XDDD
This has every single typo I made, every mistake in grammar, every misspelled word, everything.
I just HAD to post this xDDD
I wrote it when i was 5 xDDD
"One day a farmer named Rex came to look at the chicken farm then he said “Hmmm, none of these chickens are rite.” Then he left."
IM LAUGHING SO HARD XDDD
This has every single typo I made, every mistake in grammar, every misspelled word, everything.
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LOLING SO HARD MAN!!
I was a Grammar Nazi at five.. I had pretty good writing for a kindergartner, I guess.. But I based a lot of my spelling on how stuff was pronounced... OH GASH, YOU SHOULD SEE HOW I SPELLED GRANDMA!
<-- SILL LOLING SO HARD.
I was a Grammar Nazi at five.. I had pretty good writing for a kindergartner, I guess.. But I based a lot of my spelling on how stuff was pronounced... OH GASH, YOU SHOULD SEE HOW I SPELLED GRANDMA!
<-- SILL LOLING SO HARD.