[ original; https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/371494974/ ] new routine to try to win one of these bad boys. take 2 i need this little goober . you do not understand he is a Friend update 3/1; this guy’s entry actually made it into my portfolio that got me accepted into my top school. now i need him desperately name: dreadlowe skairkro gender / pronouns: they/it dreadlowe stalks this barn. slowly. calculatedly. one of many enigmas and anomalies ensnared within a barn long-waiting for its keeper to return. silent and jaded, its folk wait, forced to travel the lands picketed-off from the world until their heinous curse is lifted. (click/tap and hold to see the full piece!) #dtae #dtaeentry
a sign to nowhere, somewhere, and anywhere; padding upon the ground with limbs stuffed with straw. stitches holding them together, wretched, tight, uncomfortable, near bursting at the crooked seams and laden with punctures and stray threads. moons had passed. it had time not to nurture it's thrumming sutures and stitches. upon the barn, name long lost to time on every tongue, and every breath, rumored the appearance of a stranger. someone was here. someone wasn't supposed to be here. it was their job to remedy that. stuffed crows, equally inanimate fluttered through sky and splendor, within the auburn sky, balmy and ripe. the summer, the harvest, it was hard and hot on their wings, but suns had passes since they felt it upon their feathers. they had forgotten how to long for any semblance of life. they perched, breath bated, talons flexed, waiting upon meat or carrion to befall their button-stitched glares. the strange little scarecrow plodded through wheat seemingly endless, just as prepared and ready for the blade as the day in which time had frozen upon this farm. mounting a sign, angular, tucking their paws beneath their belly, long cold and dead, their head tilted with cynical abandon. the stranger stared. "where am i," they pleaded. "i ask upon you honesty." "the everywhere, between nowhere and somewhere," they responded.
