His Caged Bird Novels & Stories

] When I called the hospital to retrieve the ashes, they informed me that Irene had taken my mother’s urn. She had buried it in the original plot that my father had bought. “Mr. Smith, Ms. Anderson was very upset when she retrieved the urn. She said she was wrong.” I laughed sadly and did not say another word. When I reached the cemetery, I saw that Zac was kneeling before the grave pathetically. The bodyguards next to him kept slapping him from time to time to keep him awake. “I haven’t slept in two days. Please… let me go…” The bodyguards answered coldly, “Ms. Anderson ordered us to keep you praying here for three days.”

“Seventy-two hours. That’s all you get.” I forced my voice to stay steady. “Seventy-two hours for what?” “To pay what he owes,” the man replied. “Or…” He drew his thumb across his throat in one slow, deliberate motion. Elias tried to speak, but the man pressed his hand down on his shoulder, forcing him still. My brother’s eyes found mine through the swelling. He looked ashamed, almost like a child. “I’ll get the money,” I said quickly. “Just… let him go home.”

"Just information. Look into it. Think about what you truly want. For yourself." He pressed the card into Lynn's hand, his fingers brushing against Lynn's palm in a way that felt intentional. "A caged bird's wings atrophy, Lynn. Even the most beautiful songbird needs to fly free to remember its song. Don't you forget yours." With a final, meaningful look, Marcus turned and melted back into the crowd, leaving Lynn standing frozen, the business card burning a hole in his hand. The metal sculpture of the caged bird seemed to mock him. The offer was on the table. Freedom was a plane ticket and a recommendation away. But at what cost? The serpent was offering him the apple, and the hunger was a g

The gift follows love, Elara had written. Wren pressed her palm over her wrist and stared at the lamp and thought: nine years was a very long time to keep something caged. Cages were also, she was beginning to understand, a thing you could stand inside and not even notice the bars anymore, because you'd learned to think of the cage as the shape of yourself. She wasn't sure when she'd stopped thinking of the bars as bars. She wasn't sure she was ready to find out what the shape of herself looked like without them.

"He treated me and the other girls like we were special. New clothes. Real food. He talked to me like I was a human being and not an animal. I thought I was lucky. I thought he was my salvation. It was only after I got away from him that I found out the truth. He'd bought me. I was one of his caged birds." "Caged birds?" "That's what he called us. Girls he kept untouched, kept pretty, kept poisoned, and sold at auctions to rich men who turn them into pets. The monthly check-ups were never check-ups. He was injecting us with Hemovax, a slow poison, so we'd die if we ever ran. The antidote was the leash." His expression darkened. "I've heard whispers about that

Ansif listened to her talks , watching how her face changed from happy to a sad one. "I used to adore it , it was so beautiful. I kept that bottle in a dark room so it could look beautiful in darkness. Once, when i looked for the firefly, it was not spreading light like it used to do. Then, Mumma told me it died because of me , it might have lived a little more if i let it breathe. From that day, i hate caging birds and animals . It maybe Karma that i got caged here.. " She said the last part to herself , but Ansif have heard it since their atmosphere was silent and he was listening to her intently.

They turned their body, like wooden dolls managed by someone who appeared to be in a terrible mood. Satan held them by their neck in both hands and hung them in the air. They didn't scream, didn't ask for mercy because their souls were locked in the cage that was set by Satan's command. There was no wave in their eyes even after seeing the devil because their souls turned into hollows, not even God could replenish them.

It was still not dark when Carlo returned and he could tell he was in a good mood, but when he saw the untouched meal laid out in front of the cage he frowned, "You haven't eaten all day?" Cynthia glared at him through the bars, "How long are you going to keep me locked up?" "I won't keep you locked up if you behave." Carlo crouched down and looked level with Cynthia. The eyes, which clearly looked exactly like Carlo's, showed a different emotion. They were the eyes of an insatiable and dangerous hunter who had just acquired a trophy. Cynthia in her cage was a dying reindeer. "Who am I to listen to you!" Cynthia stubbornly strained her neck, and would have looked tougher if she hadn't been w

The bird was naïve, thought she could fight against the world which was trapping her. She did not obtain visible scars from that faithful day, only the bars. The bars were her scars to remind her she was nothing, but a caged bird bonded to her master.

Any other way, it will affect her life seriously and put her in a perilous position with him. Indeed. You heard it right. He is Caged. He is a prisoner, a bloody prisoner who didn't have cuffs in his hands yet his hands are tied together, more tighter than any chains. He was not able to hold her, at this moment. He needs to stand by a couple of more days or a few hours to do what his heart wants.