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"So lemme get this straight," the crow said, grooming his wing. "You dint usedta have wings, you got 'em so you could be with dat thing that ate the goose?"
"Marcel pilots one of those, yes," she replied, wrapping her arms around her shins and resting her chin on her knees.
"So you gotta figure out how ta get his attention without gettin' eatted..."
Marie-Josée burst into tears.
"Marcel won't want to be with me anymore, why would he want to be with a freak!"
"Whoa, whoa there lady, who's a freak? I know freaks, you ain't no freak." He moved closer to her and eyed her remaining stale danish. "You gonna eat that?"
Wiping her eyes, Marie-Josée shook her head.
"What am I going to do Moe?" she whispered, ripping the plastic wrapper for him.
"I have wings, Marcel doesn't. We can't be together again. How can he love someone with wings?!"
"I have wings, I ain't wantin' fer lovin'..."
She blushed and said, "That's not what I mean. What future could we possibly have?"
"Don't worry about it chickie, it'll work out, ya just gotta believe."
"Marcel pilots one of those, yes," she replied, wrapping her arms around her shins and resting her chin on her knees.
"So you gotta figure out how ta get his attention without gettin' eatted..."
Marie-Josée burst into tears.
"Marcel won't want to be with me anymore, why would he want to be with a freak!"
"Whoa, whoa there lady, who's a freak? I know freaks, you ain't no freak." He moved closer to her and eyed her remaining stale danish. "You gonna eat that?"
Wiping her eyes, Marie-Josée shook her head.
"What am I going to do Moe?" she whispered, ripping the plastic wrapper for him.
"I have wings, Marcel doesn't. We can't be together again. How can he love someone with wings?!"
"I have wings, I ain't wantin' fer lovin'..."
She blushed and said, "That's not what I mean. What future could we possibly have?"
"Don't worry about it chickie, it'll work out, ya just gotta believe."
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Part two of "The Crow," written for this contest 
Part one can be found here:
If the story makes no sense, you can get the entire background here:
NEW CONTESTDear wonderful Scribblers,on "Pondering the future."
I am one of your contributors and I'm holding a contest.
here are the details;
I am launching a contest for exposure, and it is LITERATURE ONLY
There is a new theme; Pondering the future
RULES;
1. The submission MUST be Literature
2. Cannot be longer than 200 words [200 words is an edit]
3. Must be following the theme
4. Must be submitted in literature ONLY
5. Cannot be on a photograph
6. You may submit as many times as you like
HOW TO SUBMIT;
Note fictionalnostalgia With a link or thumb to the submission.
PRIZES;
1st, 2nd and 3rd Multiple features on groups, and many deviants across deviant art.
(please let fictionalnostalgia know if you wish to feature the winners)
Examples will be updated soon.
END DATE; December 1 2012, 6pm Australian Standard Nsw Daylight savings time.
Part one can be found here:
The CrowShe woke up with a start, the sudden movement making her head hurt. Slowly she realized that she was lying face down on a bed of autumn leaves. Standing just a short distance from her eyes, less than arms length, was large black crow, who seemed to be studying her mouth. She craned her neck to get a better look and it jumped back, tilting its head to observe her with one beady black eye.
"Where am I?" she asked the crow, her voice cracking.
"Awk!" the crow replied, turning it's head and fixing her with its other eye.
"Do you speak goose?" she asked, feeling a little silly.
"Cro-awk!" the crow replied, puffing itself up.
"You can't understand me..." MJ muttered, letting her cheek fall back to the pile of leaves.
The crow burst into laughter.
"Naw, I'm jus' messin' whitcha!" he announced, bobbing his head and laughing again. "Of course I can understandja. I'm Moe! Pleased ta meetcha!"
"Moe?" she asked, somewhat confused. T
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Free as a bird, Part I
Free as a bird
Marie-Josée was distressed. She was driving to Chicoutimi without a plan or even an actual destination. Her impulse to simply get in her car and go was more a spur-of-the-moment act of desperation than an actual conscious decision. She had stuffed some of her clothes randomly into a duffel bag, dropped the dog off at her neighbour's apartment, and left. Eight hours ago. She was hungry, thirsty, and running low on fuel; the ancient Toyota's fuel gauge indicator hovered barely a few millimetres above the "E."
"How could I have been so stupid?" she asked herself, the car's worn tires hydroplaning momentarily startling her back to reality. The wipers were having a difficult time keeping her windscreen clear and she slowed down a bit, the heavy rain making her single working high-beam even less effective. The scenery was nearly uniform, with trees on both sides of the road interspers
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Awesome you should continue it. 