His Caged Bird Novels & Stories

He has made my life worse than hell. My study was the only thing which used to divert my upset mind from all this humiliation and pain. But, that monster has snatched my only hope from me as well. I am living in this house like a caged bird who is always suffocating. My soul is crying to come out of this cage. In this cage, I have nothing to do apart from pleasing him. I have no one talk with me. I have no one to give some comfort. I am not even allowed to leave this house without his permission.

That was unheard of in all of their minds. “I can, and I will. He will serve as a reminder to all of your kind, but to all kinds as well, do not cross me.” she said. “He will be kept alive, he will be cared for, but he will remain in the cage until either he dies or I see fit to release him. Your kind, after all, has kept my mother in a cage since I was born, you were going to cage me as well. I think it is more than fitting that I keep him there. Take this warning to your people. I may be young and untaught, but I will exact revenge on any that seeks to do me any harm. I am not benevolent nor really all that kind.” “Let’s go and keep your mouths shut.” One of the angels said as he turned an

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

I asked. She startled and sat her violin down. " Caged Bird." "Why that song? You always play that one. "Maria walked to the end of the terrace, taking a look at the view of the city. " Because its how I feel...trapped in a world that I can't escape...I didn't choose this life, but I was born into it..Don't you ever wish you could escape and have a normal life?"

- I said quietly trying to light the room with only that lamp and I heard a noise again. I lit the lamps I found until I found a birdcage with a bird in it, a small gray dove. - Zinc wants food, Zinc wants food. - He spoke? I opened the cage and the bird flew into a pot and knocked it to the ground spilling several grains. Alright then, it's been weeks without someone to feed it.

His aura spread through everything and it felt like death mixed with despair. “Yes, Master,” her own master answered. “Hmm,” the strange man hummed and began to walk towards her from the platform. If Cynthia could turn around and flee for her life, she would. But something told her she would be de-ad in a moment's breath if she so much as even looked up from her position. “A soul as fragile and dilapidated as you was sent to accomplish a simple task, and yet you instead opened the cage to free the wanted bird,” he boomed in his vibrating, pipe-like voice. Cynthia shivered, so did the fire from the torches.

Anna puts her hand on his shoulder. “Yes, there is and it fucking sucks. Girls end up being desperate for freedom and willing to do anything to get it. Do you know Maya Angelou?” David nods and restrains a laugh. “I know why the caged bird sings,” Anna quotes “It sings because it’s crying for freedom,” David continues. Anna nods. “Do you feel like a caged bird?’ He asks her. Anna cocks her head and sighs loudly. “Not anymore…but I feel like a baby eagle that’s been kicked out of the nest by the mother and is free falling still not knowing how to spread its wings,” Anna says.

I hold it true, whate'er befall; I feel it when I sorrow most; 'Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all. - Alfred Lord Tennyson Few days passed . My days were spent idling in the Mansion . It provide nothing to entertain . Clara was even busy with her works so I didn't bother her much . She make sure all my demand and request were fulfilled . It was her duty indeed . I plastered a sour smile on my face in assurance that I am fine but my soul felt Caged .

I stared at the video until my eyes burned. My nails dug crescents into my palms. The pain brought me back to reality, and I clicked 'Continue'. The man on screen moved with rough urgency. He was relentless, causing the woman to cry out in pain. Though his face stayed hidden, the jagged scar peeking beneath his cuff seared my vision. Unable to bear it anymore, the woman pleaded for mercy. Ethan Cooper leaned in and whispered in her ears, "Chiara, do you know how much I want to make you cry like this? You never listen to me. I wish I could break your legs so you'd never leave me."

“You have nothing to worry about. He’s sending me off, anyway.” The woman smiles at me like I am simpleminded. “You are truly daft if you think my grandson is letting you go. It is a game we play often. Let the bird fly, only so it can realize it is and truly made only for its cage. Made to be fed by its owner. Made to sing only at its master’s behest and peer outside the bars in a longing for freedom, whereas its one, true desire is being cherished enough to be kept.”