The Chicken Lottery

Ann’s shameful hunger remained unsatisfied. Her fingers curled into claws at the ache in her midsection; the bloodlust was growing. A knock on the window startled her from her reverie, but it was only an acorn tapping on its way down to the ground.

The chicken lottery was scheduled for next week, but Ann didn’t believe she was going to make it that long. She picked up her phone to call the Lord Chamberlain.

After half an hour on the phone, arguing back and forth, the Lord Chamberlain agreed to give Ann an extra entry for every conversion she achieved in the next week. Ann grumbled, because those extra entries did nothing to assuage her hunger now, but she knew this was the best she was going to get.

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One of my favorite things to do is go to this random word generator and make something with what I get. Today it was: bloodlust chicken lottery lord conversion shameful. So just keep in mind, when I share something totally off the wall, it’s probably because of six random words.


Working for The Man

Today’s Daily Prompt:

If money were out of the equation, would you still work? If yes, why, and how much? If not, what would you do with your free time?

I would. I need the time out of the house to do something for me, and if it’s ‘only’ for me, I’ll never get around to it. If I have a job to go to, I will.

Are we assuming that I’ve won the lottery or something and am set for life? Then I’d open a bakery. I’d hire someone to run it so I could do the fun stuff, like bake. Someone who gives a crap about running a business.

Or are we assuming that all my bills are paid, not that I have spare millions? Then I’d deliver pizzas. Because that is the most fun job ever. For reals.

But just a couple days a week, so I’d have plenty of time to write and sew and stuff.