His Little Bird Novels & Stories

He stands over near the window and gazes out at the autumn wind blowing orange and yellow leaves around in the air, scattering them all around the city. "You look so lost and broken like you're afraid to learn how to fly again. You have wings but you're too afraid to use them, even though you've gained a few more… that's why I call you little bird…" Tears fill my eyes and blur my vision as I take in his heartfelt words, laying here unsure of how to process them. "You'll be able to fly again, little bird. All you need is a little push to feel the wind beneath your wings. You were made to fly, believe it or not, and one day, you'll soar high above the clouds, finally at peace with your demons…

He was practically a father to her, but he had always insisted on being called Uncle instead of Dad, so Lila had to get used to calling him Uncle. “Oh my, little Lila. I missed you so much,” he murmured, holding her with ease as they both descended the remaining steps. Lila grinned, her white teeth flashing as she looked up at him. “I missed you more, Uncle.” She turned slightly and pointed toward her suitcase by the door. “See? I’m going to spend the break with you. How does that sound?” He followed her gaze to the big pink suitcase, then looked back at her face. The joy in his eyes dimmed just slightly.

“I just play by the rules and keep my head down. It’s safer that way.” He leaned forward, his eyes searching my face for a long while. “Don’t let them dim your light, Little Bird,” he told me. The earnest sound in his voice made my heart stop in my chest, and for a moment, we just looked at each other. Tension crackling between us. “Outshine them.”

Now Vito too was treating her like that. “Listen to me, Vito, and listen good,” she snapped, her eyes flashing with a sudden, sharp clarity. “I’m not a bird you fancy that you can cage just because the world is dangerous. I have wings. I can fly.” Vito didn't recoil. Instead, he held her waist, his expression softening into something painfully sincere.

How much I burn for his touch and how far I would be willing to go to have him just for myself. “I see the question in your eyes, little bird? You want to know if I crave you like you do me? You want to know what I truly hold for you…” “Yes,” I whispered, too deep in it to lie to him. “I want to know. Tell me the truth”

It wasn't the sterile voice of a doctor or the oily purr of her father. "I see you, Little Bird." (To be continued in the next chapter…)

I stood in the middle of the pink room, surrounded by fifty staring dolls. I walked to the window and pressed my hand against the cold glass. I looked out at the dark driveway. "Eagle One." I whispered to the moon. "Little Bird is down. Repeat. Little Bird is down."

"Thank Ms. Ellison for her kindness on my behalf, but my life isn't meant to clean up after her." I hung up and looked out at the busy traffic below. The collapse of that project had come even faster than I expected. A faint smile spread across my lips.

That little duck came home right away. One little duck went out one day. A home from my mom not far away. Mommy duck said quack quack quack. That little duck came home right away. I love you, Mom and Dad. Even if you don't like me.] My father's mind went blank. He reached for the paper with trembling hands, but the wind howled around him, and his strength failed. The page slipped from his grasp and vanished into the darkness above the sea. "My son's letter!" he cried.

"I belong to no one. Not you, not my father, or anyone else." "Quite interesting one we have here." His eyes gleamed with amusement. "What’s your name honey?" I hesitated for a second before answering. "Dove" "Do you know my specialty Dove?" His voice was calm but there was something devilish beneath. "I don't even know you, so how would you ask me that." I snapped. "I don't care" He arched a brow. "Oh you should my dear Dove" "I was promised a virgin, here am I with a virgin as a dove. Beautiful.” His tone lowered like a stone dipped in water.