His Little Bird Novels & Stories

“I will walk.” Mira reached up—and wiped the message clean with one swipe of her hand. Her voice didn’t tremble. “You were born froSomeone but you are nothing like me.

the little bird answered the little mouse’s question. With a weary face, the little mouse felt helpless, still trapped in that endless tunnel. If he’d known it would be like this, maybe he’d have preferred to stay and become a delinquent. "Be patient! Look, isn’t that the end of this tunnel?" The little bird spotted a strange light in the distance. Without giving it much thought, they immediately charged forward with all their might. They had only one goal now: to escape the tunnel alive and go find the older sibling they hadn’t seen in a long time.

To be completely honest this wasn't a great time for me, but when royalty asks you must answer with, "Yes, ma'am." The sun was now setting behind the tops of the pines filling the world with a brief orange glow. Crickets were beginning to chirp behind buildings and fences where the shadows had grown long and deep. The shrubbery that lines the stone path from my cabin had retreated to bundles of twigs in preparation for winters dormancy. All of the world seemed to be getting ready for something I could not yet see. "How have you been enjoying your stay with us so far?" the luna mother asked as we walked.

proving with his bare presence that no wall, no guard, and no government could ever keep him out. My phone vibrated in my palm. “Look down at the floorboards beneath your feet, Little Bird. Right by the threshold.” I lowered my eyes, my breath catching. There, half-buried in a small drift of snow right against the glass door, was a tiny, glinting object. I knelt, my torn white silk dress dragging in the frost, and picked it up. It was a small, heavy silver key. Attached to it was a tiny, laminated piece of paper with a single typed sentence:

“Would you like that, little bird?” “Y-yes,” she says. “Yes what?” I coax her. “Yes, Ace. I think I’d like that.”

“I’ve missed you so dearly.” Tears welled in my eyes as I lifted my head off her lap. My hands reached for her face, desperate to ensure she wasn’t just a cruel figment of my imagination. But as soon as my fingers brushed her skin, her image began to flicker. My hand slipped through her cheek like it was smoke. “Mom!” I screamed, reaching out to hold her as her form grew fainter. “Listen to me,” she said, her voice turning urgent. “I don’t have much time left, but you need to hear this. You’re in terrible danger, Birdie. There are people… dangerous people out there coming to kill you.”

"You know that bird’s judging us, right?" Lior’s voice is full of mock-seriousness as he points at a plump little robin perched on the low branch of a nearby tree, its tiny head cocked slightly in our direction. I squint up at it. "You think so? I think she looks kind. Wise. Maybe a little sad." He scoffs. "Sad? That bird has probably lived a life of luxury. She's got worms delivered to her tree. She's royalty."

I closed my eyes and walked into my office and…… I screamed. One, because I was surprised and secondly, I never expected him to be in my office. Mark stared at me in amusement, a bottle of soda in his hand and a pack of what looked like Sandwich. Was that McDonald’s? “I didn’t know you are easy to scare Little bird, reminds me to do this again” he said with a grin. God, how could someone forty look this handsome. Was this some sort of punishment for my sins? Was this a way of getting back at me for calling my ex boyfriend’s cock a poodle.

"I thought..." Then he stopped. The wooden bird fluttered. Once. Twice. Its carved wings moved gently. The little bird lifted into the air. Not because it had become perfect. Because it had become alive. The boy laughed. His grandmother's eyes widened. "I..." She whispered. "I've never seen..." The bird circled above them happily. Then landed upon the boy's shoulder. Its cracked wing still showed. Yet it flew anyway. The boy smiled. "I think..." He stroked its tiny head.

There were neat, small sticky notes poking out from almost every single chapter. I opened to the first marked page. In Maverick’s handwriting, there was a note that read: “Does page 14 mean the data moves faster if you shorten the string? Let me know if I got that right.” I stared at the note, my heart feeling so light that I felt like a teenager again. I looked up at him, completely stunned. "Maverick... did you buy a coding textbook?"