Title: Black Birds
Author: Jami Lynn
Chapter: 1 of 1
Disclaimer:The people in this story belong to me, for they are
fictional and I own all that is fictional. Well, ok, just what is in
this story. And don't bother suing me...all you'd get is a half eaten
ham sandwich and a bag of chips from 2 years ago.
Distribution: Ask me if you can use it, more than likely I will say yes.
Rating: So far, it's not to bad.
Content: Nothing bad as of yet, probably won't be anything to bad
either....maybe some cussing
Spoilers: Um...anything can happen and I'm just writing as I go, so I
don't know yet *L*.
Summary: The sentence that had to be included somewhere in the story
is, "A black bird sat on the TV antennae and sang a gently jazzy tune."
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"My God," Ashley yelled, "Will you turn that damn thing off! You are
not getting anything but static and its annoying the hell out of me!"
Amy rolled her eyes. "Ash, everything annoys the hell out of you. You
act annoyed when there's nothing for you to be annoyed at." Amy told
her.
"Well, if you insist on watching that damn thing, at least fix the
antenna so you get some sort of show." Ashley demanded. Amy grunted a
reply before going outside.
There she found the problem. A black bird sat on the TV antenna and
sang a gently jazzy tune. "Damn bird. If he's going to sing he should
at least make it a song by Creed or something." Amy thought. She
picked up a rock and hurled it at the bird. The bird just stared at
her coolly.
Amy look around but found nothing else to throw. So, she took her shoe
off and threw it. She missed. "Damn, now I have a shoe missing. I
gotta remember my aim is off when I'm drunk. Oh well, I'll throw the
other shoe up there. Might as well lose both of them. I'd look stupid
with only one shoe on." She told the bird. She missed with that shoe
too. Now the bird was just looking annoyed.
"Damn thing." she yelled as her neighbors watched her with pity. 'That
poor drunk girl is at it again.' they thought. 'Doesn't she realize
that that isn't a TV antenna but a weather vane that she had put up
there a few weeks ago?' they asked themselves. The singing was only in
her head.