BBC Natural World - The Unnatural History of London
THE PELICAN SWALLOWED THE WHOLE PIGEON
WHAT THE SHIT
THATS FUCKING TERRIFYING
This isn’t even the most fucked up part tho
- There were goddamn KIDS around when it pulled this shit
- Kids that barely stood eye-level with it btw
- The bird was chirping in pain the entire time
- Aside from one rowdy goose, none of the birds around the area seemed to care much
- It took around 5 minutes before the bird suffocated and died in the pelican’s throat.
SIE SIND DAS ESSEN UND WIR SIND DIE PIGEON
Chapter 6 Honey badger
Like he promised, a couple days later Sasha had half of the program built. The interface’s design had already been drawn and was now waiting for the program to be complete. Donna had given him a hand by configuring the interface…
Chapter 5 404, brain not found
The next morning when Garry woke up he was back in his usual good mood. He was heading out of his room, singing a dumb song when he noticed Sasha sleeping in front of his computer, his head almost resting on…
Chapter 4 Flames and blues
Garry was decidedly not feeling well and his friends noted that very fact when they saw him rising from his chair to head towards his room without a word. They exchanged glances but they remained silent. Eve popped up once…
Chapter 3 Tell me about your feelings
When Sasha and Ode barged in the room, Garry was not in the mood for cupcakes anymore. His fingers harassing the keyboard with alarming speed, the hacker was gritting his teeth and tapping on the floor with his left foot.
Chapter 2 Volcano cupcakes
The cupcakes were already in the oven when the metallic door slid again, letting in a tall figure, out of breath and soaked to the bone. The helmet in his hands was the host of too many droplets for his taste and his glasses, in the same state, were giving him the impression of a fly’s vision.
The silence of a traffic jam is a weird kind of silence; a loud silence made of all sorts of sounds, merging together until the ear, out of habit, stop noticing them altogether. It’s a silence best heard from outside the car and to him, it seemed as comforting as a mug of hot chocolate on a cold evening.
November is back and with it, a new challenge! For the first time i’ll be trying to write 50k (or more) words in english.
Soon as I started this morning I realized it takes me twice as much time to write 1k in english than it does to write in french. The result: 6 hours of work for a small 2.7k
Also, translators online were my best friends today.