Peach the mystery chick ! chapter 8 !!

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yeah I know it is going to be good/bad/sad/happy lol but then again I already know everything.
 
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I really like this. Keep it up, you two!
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Chapter Two, as edited by Envirogirl after being PMed the original by crazy chicken.

The brown blob kept shifting. She rather timidly pulled her head back and took aim for the hole. Many times she pecked, but as she was finishing up the blackness around her became blinding white. She marveled at her own genius in recognizing "whiteness". She struggled in her prison and peeped, her shrill cry reverberating inside the egg. But alas, she had become immobilized and could do no more than cheep desperately!
 
Chapter Three : The Friendly Giant

There was a boy (in his early teens, by the looks of him) sleeping on the floor. The alarm clock beside him read 3:00 AM. The red numerals glared like eyes in the darkness. Under his head was a book, and a white box lay beside him. The boy was slowly aroused by a soft cheeping, emitting from the box.
He shook his head and rose to his knees. He grabbed something resting on top of the box and fumbled until he flicked a switch. The object glowed as brightly as a small sun. Ever so slowly and cautiously, he bent his head and peered into the box. He stared into the white box for a few minutes then shook his head. He stood up, glancing at the clock, and shuffled out of the room. When he returned he was burdened by three little fluffy things and something quite large that he set carefully on the floor. He departed once more and came back with a larger fluffy thing. He placed this on the floor as well. He moved his hands. They were large and white with skinny fingers; clearly this boy did not get out much.

Written by Crazychicken improved and edited by Envirogirl12
 
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sure you can if you want to your writes always end up better than mine
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I have had writers block with chapter four but I am working on it.
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There was a boy (in his early teens, by the looks of him) sleeping on the floor. The alarm clock beside him read 3:00 AM. The red numerals glared like eyes in the darkness. Under his head was a book, and a white box lay beside him. The boy was slowly aroused by a soft cheeping, emitting from the box.
He shook his head and rose to his knees. He grabbed something resting on top of the box and fumbled until he flicked a switch. The object glowed as brightly as a small sun. Ever so slowly and cautiously, he bent his head and peered into the box. He stared into the white box for a few minutes then shook his head. He stood up, glancing at the clock, and shuffled out of the room. When he returned he was burdened by three little fluffy things and something quite large that he set carefully on the floor. He departed once more and came back with a larger fluffy thing. He placed this on the floor as well. He moved his hands. They were large and white with skinny fingers; clearly this boy did not get out much.
 

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