His Caged Bird 소설 & 이야기

King Henry said and Theodore felt like banging his head somewhere Making his father understand things like this are impossible but still he tries. " No bird likes to stay in a cage throughout her or his life. Father, they wish to fly high in the sky and Violet is that caged bird who will fly away one day. Because the more you try to hold sand in your fist it slips away faster. The much you will cage her she will go away from you that fast. I am her brother. I want happiness for her , not this Imprisonment for her whole life. She deserves to live like a normal teenager just like me "Theodore said to put some sense in his father's head who has lost his mind he feels

"Everything around me burns, everyone around me burns. I'm just trying to save myself." -Jumbo I am used to the four walls of this place. The four corners surrounding me are just white like they want to conform my sanity to be nothing but a plain white paper. It is not yet time. I hear no screams of anguish. I hear nothing. It is almost like if I find a way to break free, the halls would be empty. But I know better. I can not say accurately what lies in the hallway or how many people are out there and what sort of weapons they carry. I know there are plenty of men and there are girls like me waiting for their fate in these small cubicles. Okay, maybe they're not like me.

The hand writing is very familiar. “This is the only way that I can convey these words to you. The cage was still rattling but the chains were too tight to even break. A bird can only sing its song of pain inside and be barely heard as it flapped its wings in its too small and cramped cage inside the room of the princess. There are times that the bird will try to escape but would always fail, the princess was good at keeping things and making them stay. She knows how to, she has the resources to do so. And yet, even though the cries of the bird were rather quiet, the others still heard its song and came to the rescue. However, they could only do so much when the princess was around. They mus

Then dying in the end? " But they might not be saved that way. " I know... But it sucks.... Really it does. Sarah... She always craved for freedom... Of course, freedom is inevitable as everyone wants to be free. Who would want to live a life as a caged bird, anyways? Yet... They didn't get the Freedom they wanted. It sucks... Really, it does. " Lord... It hurts so much...the pain in my heart is becoming too much to bear. " " I can't believe that the girls we spent over a month together are all gone, save my best friend and soul sister? "

I stared at the closed door with wide eyes, my heart racing in my chest as the memory of being locked up replayed itself in my mind. Bile rose up my throat, my vision clouding up as tremors shook my body. All my life, I've yearned for freedom. But despite everything I'd gone through, I was still trapped like a caged bird. My chest tightened, my lungs straining for air. I shivered, more panic washing over me as I struggled with my restraints. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I kicked and shook my arms in desperation. In my despair, I fell off the bed and crashed to the ground, pain shooting through every muscle in my body.

“Don’t get too comfortable, Alpha. You might yet find that I’m full of surprises.” He remains quiet as he stares at me and, for a moment, I wonder if I’ve gone too far. But then he laughs, a short, sharp sound that feels like a slap. “Ah, my feisty little bird. So eager to spread her wings and fly. But don’t forget—you’re in my cage now.” “I might be in your cage, but I’ll never sing for you.” He leans in closer to my shoulder, his breath warm against my ear. “Oh, you’ll sing, Aella. Even a caged bird sings, eventually, but you do look stunning, though. Maybe this will be a good match after all.”

"In a few minutes, you will no longer be able to breathe and by then, You. Will. Die," His words rang in my ears and my heart sank. "No..." I cried bitterly.

From the moment I married into the Blackwood family, my life could never return to its original state. I had thought the Blackwood family was a cage and I was a caged bird, believing that breaking free from the cage would mean freedom. Now, I realized I had never had the right to choose. I was just a canary moving from one cage to another, with no escape, forever trapped.

But just before he disappeared around the corner, he paused and looked back at Lyra. Their eyes met, and she heard his voice in her memory. My offer stands, should you need it. But he didn't say those words aloud. Instead, he said something else, something that seemed innocuous but carried layers of meaning. "A caged bird should fly before the cage becomes a tomb." Then he was gone, leaving Lyra standing between Mason and Jessy, her heart pounding, her mind racing. Mason's grip on her tightened, his fingers digging into her side. "What was that about?" he demanded, his voice low and dangerous.

"You've become so cold and heartless. You'd better pray Ian pulls through, or you'll be prepared to feel guilty for the rest of your life." His words were like a pair of hands crushing my heart. My heart ached. He was right—those five years in prison had hardened me. But could I afford not to harden? Prison turned people into demons. Those who were soft-hearted were prey. When I first arrived, my small frame made me a target: beaten, humiliated, forced to kneel, my palms burned by cigarette butts, my legs broken by rebar. Covered in wounds, I was still forbidden to eat. I had to satisfy the twisted demands of certain big guys in there. I lived like a dog in a world without daylight. Any resi