You are walking home from school, listening to the bird songs. You hear something else in the trees, sort of like two stones rubbing against each other, but ignore it.
"Caw!"
You like to think the crows are sending you subliminal messages, and took this as a "look up!".
Suddenly, something shot out of a nearby tree, straight up into the sky.
All I saw were golden wings.
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Sightings of Marx
Random<NOTE: I wrote this story a long time ago, I do not ever intend to continue it. I am keeping it up for archiving and proof of improvement purposes only.> This is my first time really writing a story like this! The pictures are not super releva...
