An Excerpt from a Writing Project

From The Crazy Chicken Escapade

Ideally, everyone would be back together, and they would get on with their lives. Radcliffe, the leader of the chicken community, did get engaged to Lisa Cluckerton, and he wanted to be with her at this very moment. As a matter of fact, he wanted to know for sure that she was not one of the chickens to be spread out to the other side of the island. As if that was too far away from him, but it wasn’t extremely close either.

​The phone continued to ring, and Radcliffe eventually found it. Behind the drapes. He answered the phone, and he realized that this might be a trap. Radcliffe took things slowly and carefully.

“Hello? This is Radcliffe,” the chicken answered on his end.
“Hello. It’s me,” the voice replied.
“Who is me?”
“Well, you would be you. And I would be me. Simple as that.”
“But, should I call you ‘me?’ Or should I call you by your actual name?” Radcliffe questioned the voice.
“That is for you to figure out,” said the voice.
“Okay. This should not be harder than what you’re making it. Please. Tell me your name.”
“Oh, I can’t do that! It’s just me.”
“Okay? I will just call you ‘me.’”
“Oh, you can’t do that!”

Very interesting conversation on either line. Who is “me?” Surely not Radcliffe’s wife….er, fiancée, if one will. Unless “me” was an undercover agent trying to get ahold of a pizza man because he failed to give her the pizza that she ordered while aboard a ship with some pirates who were destined to steal the gold that is left in California from 20 some odd decades ago.

The odds are always in one’s favor, or not. Depends on the person.

It was pretty obvious that today was not Radcliffe’s day. First, he was held hostage at Darveda’s beautiful mansion; then, the chicken community was spread around the islands like butter on bread; Radcliffe’s wife….er, fiancée, was about to be sent to Italy; and Radcliffe had just finished a strange conversation on the phone with a strange person.
What is this world coming to? Could life get any stranger than this?

Probably.

Radcliffe just could not look on the bright side right now. However, that would pass eventually. When things would get back to normal. Even though this would probably be the case, in the present, Hilda somehow overheard the conversation and wanted to get a little nosy.

“Who was that on the phone?!” Hilda asked as she attempted to run into the room, but actually running into the door post this time.
“I don’t know. It sounded like a female. But she wouldn’t give me her name. She just said it was ‘me.’ But I do know for a fact that it was not Darveda,” Radcliffe responded.
“Darveda is not silly enough to play Phone Wars.”
“Or is she?”
“She’s a bit of a smart aleck, though,” Hilda replied.
“Really?” Radcliffe asked.
“Darveda loves to be the one who’s always right, and she likes to pick mud out of her shoe.”
“Go figure.”
“Want to do a dinner of pinot noir and caviar in my quarters tonight?”
“Well, to tell you the truth, I already arranged a pizza party with my band. I play the drums.”
“Okay. Suit yourself.”

Radcliffe was just simply not in the mood to do anything right now. He had a few days to decide whether he wanted to side with Darveda and her henchmen and turn the chicken community into their control, or he would really suffer the consequences. He was at a loss; he wasn’t sure what happened to the chicken community besides the fact that they were spread across the three prominent islands.