Novel & Cerita Consider The Birds

She followed his eyes to the line of birds migrating above. She studied him again. His lips curved lightly now, eyes squinted, gaze softened like the birds whispered something he inexplicably understood. “I do wish I was a bird,” he muttered, releasing a rustled laugh. “Some people are born with wings but never leave the ground. Birds are the only creatures that can fly wherever they want without needing a physical wings to guide them.” Isla looked at the birds again, her brows knitting as she tried to unlock meaning from the metaphor.

If he wanted too, he could slice me up with them they were so long. “Milady don’t move, if you aggravate him, he could burn your face and hair.” Roselinda spoke with concern. “To be honest I’m not worried. We have large birds like this in my world, none that can go up in flames, but large none the less. I am familiar with birds. If he wanted to hurt me, he would have by now. Do you see how his neck feathers are fluffed up, and how he is turning his head to the side? He is content and curious. Did you know that usually the bigger the bird, the smarter? In my world, birds can learn like little children. But here, they are probably much more advanced. This one is probably a genius with all the

I look around the room and notice a few students taking notes and am relieved that Brad and I no longer have the full attention of the entire classroom. Thank God. Taking in a deep breath, I begin to relax, but can't help thinking back to our kiss and the way Brad held my face, guiding me with his hands. Just thinking about it sends a warm sensation through my body and I find myself staring out the window, imagining myself in a different life. In the distance two blackbirds fly in unison, landing on an electric wire as several others join them. They turn their little heads as if talking to one another before flying off again, free to go wherever instinct takes them. Someday I'll be free, jus

Dobah was about to ask a question, when he heard the shriek of a bird from above. Startled, he stopped his words, and looked up, aware that he was not the only one that had been surprised by such a loud shriek. Two white little birds. Cute things if he must admit. The birds were playing with each other, females he was sure. He couldn't help but wonder what two female birds were doing together on a high window pane. Shouldn’t there be a male to play a mating dance with them? The birds also were of the same breed with the same markings.

And do not get me started on this strength that Blake would not stop talking of… I do not give him an answer, not wishing to divulge any further information on the topic, simply looking off into the distance, watching some birds in the sky. Becoming distracted by the way they twist and turn to create patterns upon the blue background of the sky. I wonder where they are flying to. I could only wish I could fly somewhere else... anywhere but here right now. Back with my mates would be wonderful…

My eyes drank in every detail, like sponges soaking up water As we walked through the magical forest, I couldn't help but notice the birds flitting about in the canopy above. These birds were unlike any I had ever seen. Their feathers shimmered with iridescent hues, reflecting shades of blue, purple, and green with every movement. Some had long, elegant tails that trailed behind them like delicate ribbons One bird, in particular, caught my eye. It had a slender body covered in midnight-blue feathers that glowed softly in the dim light. Its wings were tipped with silver, and its eyes were large and expressive, like twin sapphires.

Lucy… I smelled her too. It was at that point I stared at a bird and realized I could make out every specific, distinct feather on it as it flew. The wind vibrated the feathers a little, and there was a beautiful iridescent to its ebon coloring as it flew in the sun. It was a corvid, I realized. I could even see the bumps around its eyes before it flew out of my range. The issue was, the bird was at least two hundred feet above me. Having a vision like that was impossible for me.

"Wanna sit on the swing while we eat?" I nodded and smiled around my cup. "Sounds perfect." We ate mostly in companionable silence as we watched the birds dance around the trees. Along the power lines sat three bluejays, one sitting slightly further away than the other two. Almost as if it were ostracized from his mates. My heart fell a little at the sight. The lone bird held both a meaning for me and a message. "Liz?" "Hm?" "You know when Mykel is coming home?"

My legs tremble so much that I don't know how I'm still standing. The forest is so silent that I can only hear the sound of my stealthy and painful breathing. The birds that I used to hear singing every day when I woke up seem to have moved away. Making this forest even more depressing. I have never seen any kind of animal or bird in person, only the sounds they emit. Birds are said to be carnivores, that they feed on domestic animals. That they are lost in the forest or abandoned by their owners, to be devoured.

Eagles quarters None of them had memories, they were one, and their whole life was based on killing. Their eyes were empty, devoid of feelings, cold. They had no family, no friends, they didn’t know what love was – they had never experienced it. They were told they were special, one of a kind. They were like machines, marionettes obeying orders. They never hesitated, taking the lives of others. They had no right to make their own decisions.