Dream Of A Parrot Novels & Stories

Her pinkish face was delicate and porcelain white like a doll, and she immediately attracted the attention of many children and parents. The odd part was that there was a parrot sitting on her shoulder. It had yellow feathers and a red beak. Sonnet squinted her eyes at it and wondered, ‘Why are parrots of this color so popular recently?’

The parrot tilted its head, seeming to consider me for a moment before squawking: "Faker, faker!" I gasped in mock offense, placing a hand over my heart. "Excuse me? You mouthy little bird!" But I couldn't suppress my smile. "Troublemaker, troublemaker!" Einstein continued, bobbing his head up and down with obvious delight at having captured my full attention. "Featherbrain, featherbrain!" I retorted, leaning toward the cage with hands on my hips. To my satisfaction, the parrot appeared genuinely affronted. It fluffed its feathers and hopped to the other side of its perch, finally turning its back to me with what could only be described as avian disgust.

Then came the familiar sound, the soft clink of the parrot’s cage hanging by the window. “My parrot...” I whispered, my heart swelling with joy. I rushed to the window, a smile spreading across my face as I saw my pet, alive, fluttering inside its cage. But as soon as my fingers brushed the cage, it fell. The bird’s head snapped back unnaturally, and my stomach lurched. I gasped, horrified, my breath catching painfully in my throat. My eyes moved past the cage, and there, in the distance by the water’s edge, I saw the image of my friend falling, her head crashing into the rocks. Her lifeless body lay still, swallowed by the dark water.

The phrase hung heavily in the air between us, colder than the winter pine scent expanding through the car. "What do you mean by that?" I asked, a sudden dread scratching at the back of my mind. Rosemary looked down at her raw, red hands, tucking them beneath the blanket as if she were ashamed of them. "In the dream, I could pretend. I could stand tall, I could pout, and I could tell you stories. But reality is different. In reality, I am just a twenty-year-old orphan with a broken wolf that can't even shift properly. I am a floor-scrubber with stains on my apron and dirt under my nails. I am not a Luna. I am not... what a King deserves."

Goodbye world. My eyes slid shut hearing the last words that didn't make any sense. *this is your future* Then I woke up.

The environment there was cool, natural, and peaceful. We walked into the room with Dylan's hands still on my eyes. We stood for a few seconds in that position. "How am I supposed to see if you won't remove your hands from my eyes?" "Patience, Alena. We're here. It's something I thought you'd love. Say hello to your new pet, Jim," he said, and he removed his hands from my eyes. Hearing the name Jim made my heart race. There was only one Jim I had told Dylan about, and it was my parrot. I looked in front of me and saw a scarlet macaw parrot caged in a spacious cage with chewable toys surrounding it.

, I said sitting on the cold grass and close my eyes for a moment ,feeling the soft wind brushing my hair lightly. And suddenly it happens ,again that golden hues flash in front of me making me open my eyes. I turn my head slowly to look at him . He is also sitting beside me with his knee bent and his hand circling around his legs , his bangs are falling on his head slightly covering his eyes too. Like a lost child he is staring at the sky full of stars. "Can you believe if I say that the person I see in my dreams comes in real life", I said in a whisper.

Crisscrossing in ways I didn't understand. Strategic cutouts that would expose everything while technically covering nothing. This is impossible, Parrot said. Finally awake. Finally talking. "Where have you been all day?" Waiting. For him. Couldn't be bothered with anything else. Parrot responded "That's. Actually fair….Which makes you— A whore." I AM you. So if I'm a whore then YOU'RE a whore.Now our mate is coming home and we're giddy like some love-struck— "Don't say it."

My mind swam with the possibilities, but unless I was willing to sync to the public domain and use a search engine, I wasn't going to come up with any answers so long as the sun was still up. Figuring that I'd already cheated for the week, I opted to do another two lines of boost and hit the sack. The purple went down smooth and the rush was so intense that I white knuckled the blanket on my bed until the waves of electricity stopped rolling under my skin. Plugging back into my modem, I tried to leave any thoughts of the senator and his intruder behind. Paige, initiate dream sync. See you in a minute.

she whispered quietly as she looked around the room. The curiosity and concern overwhelmed me as I looked at my longtime friend. I leaned in close to her and asked just as quietly, “What is it?” “Well,” she began taking another look around the room before continuing. “I have been having dreams as well but not of Laylan, or unicorns, or fairies, or anything like that. I always thought that maybe I just had multiple personalities and the other happened to be a man named Daemon. But recently, I have been dreaming dreams as if they were his memories or something,” she stopped and looked at me.