December 19, 2011

When Birds Fly

Just a little story I'm working on, please tell me if you like it or not, also do you think it was a good idea to name the world Chirp?

When Birds Fly

David’s eyes opened to a large clear field, filled with only grass and rocks. He was baffled, but as David sat up he had to momentarily forget his confusion and resorted to holding his head. Just in case it decided to explode, like it felt it might.

“Ack,” he moaned, it was like his brain was trying to escape from his cranium but something was keeping it in. He didn’t like it.

He heard a slight pitter patter of wings and then, “You probably feel horrible, but don’t worry, that’s normal.” David took a moment to spread his fingers and see what was in front of him. It turned out to be a small pigeon perched in the grass by his feet. It had big black glistening eyes and blue-tipped feathers that were rather odd for a pigeon to have. “David, stay calm and look at me; try to blink away the fuzzes.”

He moaned again, “The what?”

“The fuzzes, it’s the term we use for humans who had just travelled into our world.”

“Travelled into what?” His headache was starting to evaporate. The pigeon was starting to come into focus and questions were finally surfacing in his head, “Who are you?”

“My name is Jeffery.”

“Jeffery?” David asked.

“Yes, how may I help you?” The pigeon turned its head to the side and looked at him quizzically.

“What is going on here?”

“Oh that’s easy,” The pigeon seemed happy, it ruffled up his feathers and jumped into the air hovering by David’s head. “I merely transported you from your world into mine.”

“You did what, how?”

“Well, only the Bird Keeper is supposed to know how to transfer a human, but I figured it out,” it flew around David’s head elliptically making him feel dizzy. “And now you’re here, and now you can help us!” It let out a shrill chirp and landed on his head.

“But what is here?”

“I transported you from your world Earth, into mine Chirp.”


“Yes,” It pecked his forehead.

“Ouch! What’d you do that for?” He swatted the bird off his hair and started rubbing his head.

“That’s how we say hello to humans,” It settled back onto the grass. “Don’t you enjoy it?”

“Well no, no I don’t,” David was still rubbing his head tenderly. “So why do you need my help?”

“Well, the Bird Keeper has been rather uppity lately. Oh but don’t tell him I said that! But well, he’s been going through his human workforce rather violently lately. Making him having to keep transporting more and more humans. We need to show him that he has to take care of his slaves if he wants to keep them.”

“You use humans as slaves!”

“Well, yes, and it used to be rather enjoyable, for both parties. But well, now that the Bird Keeper is in power, no one’s been happy.” It started pecking at its armpit feathers like David had seen many birds do. “See, a while back Birds used to dictate the humans like friends rather than slaves. The humans did the work the birds couldn’t, and the birds did likewise. But then it all went downward once the Bird Keeper came into power.”

“What’d he do?”

“He started to force humans to do harder and harder jobs. Things that would drive them past their limit and he would hardly feed them. They started dying rapidly, but instead of saving them he just went and retrieved more.”

1 comment:

  1. It was great to read. I think that naming the world Chirp is a great idea. It makes sense for the inhabitants of that world. The plot seems original and it also seems like you out a lot of thought into what you wanted to do for the story. I hope you write more to it,I really want to read more of it.