Novel & Cerita Birdsong

The soft whoosh of wings, as nocturnal birds took flight. Just when despair gripped him, a faint glow appeared on the horizon. Kris's heart lifted – dawn was breaking. Clouds, tinted pink and gold unfurled like wispy brushstrokes across the sky. The moon, now a silver crescent, hung low. Birds stirred, their morning songs swelling: Robins trilled, their melodic voices soaring. Sparrows chirped their staccato calls punctuating the air. Finches sang, their sweet, warbling notes filling the forest.

Dominic’s POV I woke up with the faint sound of tweeting. Though my eyes were still shut, I could still picture the creature responsible for that chirping. I couldn't mistake that unique sound for any other sound I heard back in the Royal Pack. I thought it was from the Midnight Nightingale, a tiny bluebird with a beautiful tweeting voice that could only find in this region of the continent and I was right. A pair of these ocean-blue birds dancing through my windowpane welcomed me as I slowly lifted my eyelids.

Ravi Lazy Arsenio unlocked his bedroom door and was surprised to find a scattering of black feathers covering the gleaming wooden floor. He stared at the tightly closed window, through which the morning sun's rays penetrated the transparent glass. The dark-haired man stooped down to pick up a feather in front of him, which felt softer and thicker than any bird feather Ravi had ever touched.

APOV Songs: Sinnerman by Nina Simone, When I'm Small by Phantogram, Dream Lover by Bobby Darin A starling trilled from the rooftop. Its chattering was accompanied by flitting footsteps. The warm temperature no doubt bringing more of them in. I inhaled a deep breath, the air was clearer now.

The carriage gave a lurch forward as the black stallions started their trek toward the dreary castle once more. It snowed on the way the trees dusted with fresh white powder and the mountains gleamed in the sun. The cold air did not bother me instead it rejuvenated my energy and I felt at home. This landscape was my home. The castle was not my home however. It’s obsidian walls and towers were a dark reminder that this was not meant to be. This land was not supposed to be so empty and dark. The carriage creaked as it rolled onto the only bridge that crossed The Divide leading to the castles main gates. I shuddered whatever had made that scaring crevice was not natural. Emma hid her head in my

The sun is burning its way down, coloring the sky in vibrant shades of pink and orange. They've been walking all day in the soaring heat. They have run out of water and food and they have to replenish their supplies. Cain walks a bit in front of the others, with the Siberian Jay on his shoulder. The little bird chirps loudly, as if to say something. Cain gets annoyed by the continuous sound and shoos away the bird that flies and sits on Brage's shoulder instead. She jumps back and forth across his shoulder and her tiny head bobs up and down as she chirps. Eventually, the Siberian Jay uses her beak to pull hard on a lock in Brage's hair.

Living the life thinking I can`t reach the top- I just couldn’t hold onto that. There is this story of an Eagle- chicken. It is of an Eagle that grew with chickens, believing that it is a Chicken even after it saw one of its kind flying high in the sky, higher than how the Eagle- chicken would imagine itself flying. There is more to the story, the Eagle- chicken didn’t wake up and believe that it is a Chicken but it tried, by all means, to fly high like the king of the sky, it made flying its everyday hobby. It kept practicing though there was no progress. It kept pushing and pushing until it had a chat with one of the chickens.

Closing my eyes I begin to rest as everything around me becomes calm, until I cannot hear the sound of the rain upon the windows or the pain of my beating heart. The cold night comes to an end as the birds chirp at my window to which I rise and smile. I rarely see birds near Deimos's pack more rabbits than birds. The bird is beautifully painted with the brightest of colours and a sharp beak. "And is this my good morning call?" I ask myself as I smile at the bird. "Ah, I see Caroline woke you up." I hear Cronus's voice behind me as I swiftly turn and the bird flies inside and sits upon his shoulder. Cronus strokes her neck with his finger as she leans further into him.

Rose stayed this way for weeks, patiently waiting, knowing she was her enemy's snare. Bored with having to listen to the voices of men, women, and children, and not hearing anything that may be of benefit to her, she would listen to the trees. She liked how they conversed. Whenever the crashing of a tree occurred in the forest due to the work of an ask, the next day, Rose made it begin to grow back. The trees were pleased with this development, and they thanked Rose for it.

“I sure as hell wouldn’t be fine if I walked through that not only once but twice. Take your time.” “There is no time.” She said as she swallowed really hard. “We need to drain the pond.” “I know.” He said softly. “Tom is calling it in right now.” “Okay.” She said as she looked back towards the water. “I have to ask, though. How many were there?” he asked. “Nineteen that I could see as I passed by. Abersom, they went to the other side of the water.” Sara said. “Holy hell.” He said as he looked at her. “Take your time, sweetheart. I have a feeling it is going to be a long night.”