i've decided to test my chicken story writing abilities. i'll post a new chapter every week (mostly as an incentive to type it up ) please share if you have any feedback or if there's anything i should add, change, or take away! here's the first chapter... Chapter One- The Hatching A heart; a tiny web of veins inside a wall of pure calcium. Thats how she started. And now, twenty-one days later, there was more. Dark and warm, wet and cramped was her room. She wanted out! A gentle whirring, one that had accompanied her since her ears had formed, was becoming increasingly irritating. Slowly, using her muscles, knowingly for the first time, she pushed, kicking out hard. Nothing gave. The tiny sharp point on her beak, her egg tooth, set to tap, tap, tapping on the membrane of the shell. A tear, a crack; tiny and subtle. The effort was too much. The chick gave in and slept. After a while (she could not have said how long, for it had no word) she was stronger. She shifted and pressed her small scaled feet to the shell again. Harder, harder she pushed. And her ever encasing wall faltered and broke. Explosively she kicked and pushed and pulled herself out of the now shattered cell that had for so long, since the first spark of awareness appeared in her, kept her prisoner. White. The color surrounded her in only a larger prison. Exhausted she lay, wet and cold, and fell asleep again. She woke to the same whirring noise that had bothered her in the egg, along with the high-pitched and frightened cheeping of other chicks. And there was air. She had been too weary to notice before. But, oh, wonderful clear air! It was tainted only by slight wet and cold and by the endless loud noises! The noises, she realized, were coming from her own slightly parted beak. Her voice, enriched by new oxygen (that sweet, clean, beautiful oxygen) was loud and demanding. Warmer, fluffier now she got up and walked. For the first time she propelled herself forward without any outside help and walked. Stumbling slightly, she joined the mob of young chickens that scampered and parted in waves around her. The multitude of color was nearly overwhelming. Chicks of every hue circled the large brown box. Brown? Brown? Brown! The other box had been white! What had happened? How did she get from the white box to the here? Had she been moved as she slept? The idea was too much for her small mind to ponder over and so she gave up and began to trail after a large black and white chick. Thats when she became conscious of something. An entirely new sensation shed taken no notice of previously. Something She didnt know. But when the cockerel she was following reached a large container of crumbs, she simply copied his example and ducked her head to snatch up the tidbits inside of it. She swallowed compulsively and waited for more because the tiny scraps were so good. Then, when she realized none was forthcoming, she dipped her beak in once again. And again, and again, and again until her crop bulged. So that was it. Shed been hungry! The same happened with the clear liquid in a nearby large white and red bottle. The fluid was similar to the albumen she had drunk while in the shell, only thinner and clearer and colder. She immersed her beak in the water, as shed heard it called, and tipped back her head to swallow. She didnt pause until shed downed as much as she could hold. Later, she looked around for the large black and white male. After a while she spotted him resting in a heap of other chicks and went to join in. As she rested her head on her back and settled deeper into the soft, crunchy shavings that coated the floor, a great shudder shook the box, the only world she was yet aware of. The box quivered again, and that world tipped.