Birdsong Novels & Stories

A hoarse whistling was heard as it approached his direction. “The sound means a call to the cygnets. Will I call her?” His thoughts shifted to Marie as he reflected on what the mute swan, the national bird in their country did. Images of his mom and dad were replaced as they asked him to break up with Marie. It was past 4 and the clouds were beginning to gather obviously revealing that rain would come. For the first time in his life, he did close his eyes and prayed.

Two brown furry legs, the top of it concealed by tree branches, that moment, I passed out. I woke up by the sound of the birds' singing. As if it were the only thing that could bring my racing heart to rest. Hundreds of birds flock to the mountains, as I've always known. They begin to wake up just before sunrise, and as they do, they begin to sing their various songs. They sound like a raucous cacophony when combined, but as I hear their individual sounds, it transforms into a symphony of beauty and awe.

In one of the buds, a tiny almost invisible marking was made in black A small cursive ‘K’ My stomach dropped. NO. To be continued.......

In short, whenever we go here, this place can always be our escapade. I put on my earbuds and started playing one of Taylor Swift's songs – Sparks Fly. The morning vibe, clean road, and cold breeze make me feel motivated to run around and waste time. While running, I set the alarm an hour before the designer's arrival so I could go back and prepare. "The way you move is like a full-on rainstorm" "And I'm a house of cards" "You're the kind of reckless that should send me running" "But I kinda know that I won't get far"

“I actually think it was good. The idea of entering with a rap in a taking tone was brilliant, I’ve never heard of such a thing but when you were demonstrating it earlier, I couldn’t help but pay attention to the words more than the tune. Also, the melody for the chorus was simple enough to remember. I was actually amazed by how good it sounded together when you gave the birds, crickets and frogs instruction to arrange it. I’ve actually never thought that it was possible for many people to come together to sing the same song in a harmonious way that makes the ears feel good.” Floopy blinked. “No, that was still lacking. The actual score includes the backing vocals, bass and rhythm beats that

Flesh and bone and muscle melded with brick and plaster. Finally, when there was very little of Maggie Brogan left, she began to scream and, as she did so, birds of every shape, size and colour flew out of her mouth. The macaw. The cockatoo. The rainbow-billed toucan. The scarlet ibis . They flew in circles around me, filling the room with a stream of incandescent, bright colour, their triumphant song resounding in my ears and I stood in the centre of their storm, my arms held aloft, feeling the brush of their feathers upon my fingertips.

“He went all the way to Thailand to see a Fluffy-Backed Tit-Babbler. I couldn’t fucking believe it.” Shaking his head, Colton tugged his phone from his pocket, typing a message to Kate; Did you know there’s a bird called a Tufted Titmouse? He could picture her face, reading the message with a disbelieving shake of her head as she Googled, seeing if he were telling the truth. He could hear her giggle, the little snort she made when she found something especially funny.

I think of all the possibilities of something that terrible happening to a little girl like that. I turn my gaze away from the little sleeping angel and look outside the window. A flock of birds hangs in sync just outside. They are singing gently, and the sound is soothing. Like music. Not the kind that pours out of the jukebox in the bar. Nature is indeed really beautiful in Sunrise Bay.

A sweet female’s voice chimes in on the chorus. It’s a pretty tune, lovely and simple. I don’t know how I started the music—I don’t think I tapped anything—but it’s comforting. I tuck the buds back in my ears. The trailer noise disappears again, replaced by humans singing about early May—wrens and bulbs and chirping birds at daybreak. If I could pick, it’s the song I would’ve chosen. By the end, I’m humming along. The song is followed by another, a different singer, different instruments, but similar to the first. Happy and sweet and about growing things.

One by one, the needles pierced through. The excruciating pain in my fingertips was unbearable. I couldn't hold back anymore and let out a scream. Just then, Jasmine's phone rang. It was Harold. She immediately signaled the woman to take off her socks and stuff them in my mouth. Grinning, she crouched in front of me and put the call on speaker. Harold's voice rang in my ears. "Jas, my wedding convoy is almost there. Are you ready? Don't embarrass me."