His Caged Bird Novels & Stories

The morning light felt cruel. Sophia sat curled on the edge of the bed, her knees hugged tightly to her chest. Her eyes were red and swollen, her body wracked with silent sobs she could no longer hold back. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the road, the headlights, the moment hope had been ripped away from her like a cruel joke. She had been so close. And now… she was here again. Caged. Trapped. Liam entered quietly, his footsteps steady on the hardwood floor. He paused when he saw her, his expression unreadable. For a long moment, he just stood there, watching her like a painting he couldn’t look away from.

I take a long swig of my beer as I try to collect myself before falling apart in front of all Alan’s birthday guests. Lincoln gives me a concerned look over Grace’s shoulder and it stirs something in me. I feel a string pull at my heart. I’m a bird - trapped in a small metal cage. And everyone see the door of that small cage as open but what they don’t see is that my little feathers have been clipped so short that I cannot fly. I have no way of escaping this cage. Not at the moment, at least and that makes me feel helpless.

I'm sure Mom and Dad wouldn't want us to die hating each other either. If they did this in the past, I would have done what they asked even if it cost me my life. But looking back at all the things they did to me, I realized that they actually believed I deserved those inhumane torments back then. I coldly asked, "Heather, Claire, haven't you heard of the phrase, 'what's done is done'? "I was locked in a cage with dogs and was bitten everywhere. Then, I was tormented by those perverted women. If that wasn't enough, my Achilles tendon was cut, which destroyed my racing career.

My twin sister, Bianca, was born to love freedom. I was raised to be the perfect daughter of a powerful family. When we turned twenty, the Morettis sent a marriage contract. Bianca was meant to marry their heir, Lorenzo, but our father feared her wild nature would ruin the alliance. So he crossed out her name and replaced it with mine. Both families approved. I had no choice. Before the wedding, I wanted one night of freedom. Wearing a red dress Bianca had left behind, I went to the city's most famous underground club. The next morning, I woke in the arms of a stranger who called me by my sister's name. He was Lorenzo Moretti, the man originally promised to Bianca. When he learned I was

“Let. Me. Out!” “You're no longer in chains. You can walk freely within the four corners of your new space,” he says, pointing toward the interior corners. “There’s your bucket for your business. There’s a crate of water on the opposite side. I’ll come down to wash you and feed you.” “What the fuck is wrong with you?! Let me out!” “Your compliance will determine how pleasant this experience is for you,” he warns softly. “Keep acting like a fucking bitch, and that won't be the case, Little Bird. This is only a cage if you choose to treat it like one.”

said the pigeon " What ?? You are dying ...but .....but there's not even a single wound or any cut on your body .....are you hungry or thirsty ...???...or are you ill? ....tell me ...I'll help you ." said Cynthia with care for the pigeon in her eyes as she was an avid animal lover . She couldn't she didn't want to see any innocent animal or bird dying right in front of her. "No neither am I ill nor hungry or thirsty ....am dying because I have to. No medicine in this world can cure me...I have to die ..... I have to die ." Said the pigeon, his voice getting low and low with every single word he spoke.

The taste of freedom was very unique, until it drifted into the danger of unknown, foreign outside world, 'cause it was nothing like inside of the bars," he grazes the yellow color slowl "Don't you think the bird was silly "No, I don't. It wasn't its fault but the man who had put it first in the cage. The thing is," he touches the paint with his finger, "The bird only learnt what the man wanted it to learn. It only saw what it saw inside of the cage, unable to fly in the sky, unable to see the world outside, except that man "So, at last it wasn't a bird anymore "No, it wasn't, it was a prisoner. 'Cause all matters what happened to it at the beginning, at the moment it was born. All the thing

"He should be thrown out of the pack!" "Lash him and keep him locked up." "Silence." Uncle El said loudly and the room went quiet. "For his crimes, Haru Jacobs will get one hundred and fifty lashes with a silver whip… I would have him banished, however that would only result in him turning feral due to the loss of his mate and may harm others… He will remain in this pack, stripped of his rank and due to his deteriorating health… He will be placed under house arrest at his home rather than kept at the prison, but I will ultimately let Raven decide. If you want him in the cells we can do that too."

“Do you know the story of two birds?” “Their worlds were different. One was made for the skies, and the other for the cage. But they fell in love. Even after many efforts, the sky bird couldn’t live in the cage, nor could the other one soar in the skies. But their love never diminished.” Tiara said and wiped her tears in pain because, unlike the story, Theodore never loved her, nor did he put any effort into their bond with her, even though their world was different. “What nonsense!!” With that Colton disconnected the call and sent her the number of Wylder.

not wanting me to see it. It was silent for a few minutes. I was internally cursing myself for ruining the moment, when he suddenly spoke. "Do you want to hear a story Onika?" His eyes still trained forwards, refusing to meet my gaze, in an attempt to hide his vulnerability. I took a shaky breath and took a step backwards, as if struck. I still remember the story of the caged bird he told me, and I can't help but note the similarities between the caged bird and me.