I'm Like A Bird I Wanna Fly Away Novels & Stories

Oh moon goddess please save me, I really don't want to die, at least not now…not yet. I still have to see the great Green wood river, I still have to maybe experience the wonders of the world! Oh heck, I haven't even gotten into a plane before, I haven't experienced what it feels like to fly on thr big birds wing while it climb through the clouds. I don't still know what sort of flyer I would be, am I nervous flyer? Am I calm, cool and collected? Am I a music and movie watcher on the plan I don't even know yet?!

I tilted my neck to find the room empty. I breathed out and collapsed on the floor with hot tears trailing down on my cheeks which I never knew I held. They say a caged bird remains in the cage no matter how much it tries to fly away with its broken wings. It will always remain weak, broken and shackled. And here I was the one. All broken, numb and destroyed. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- I hope you like it. Thoughts so far?

Whenever I had nightmares it wasn't the sun that made me sigh in relief it was the bird's chirp. Someday I wish to be like a bird and fly as high as possible and I'll able to spread my wings and be me without fear. I would sing happily every morning and dance around my sitting room. So I made myself a promise, someday I'll show the world a better part of myself, maybe I'll be able to put a smile on the face of the woman who gave me a little bit of light even though it was for a short while.

I'm ready to find that girl. I ran screaming. There was no one in the neighborhood. I spread my arms and feel my freedom. I would never waste a minute or second because I don't know if I'm still alive tomorrow. The sound of the birds was melody in my ears. They were beautiful than I thought. I want to see a river, and hear what it sounds like, and watch it flows throughout the day. I want to find a new place first. I was lucky that there was the internet that taught me how to take a safe flight even though I was isolated.

Connor looked down and smiled as her breathing stabilized. He did not want her to see his form, not now atleast. She did not need to know the truth just yet. He spread his white wings and began to flap them gently. They were as big as a gryffins and he did not want to wake Edith. He flew across the night sky with Edith in his arms. He knew he would have to leave her at home before her family got worried. He knew that although they did not understand her gift, they still loved her to some extent and would keep her safe.

She would toss him the apple that she was carrying, and as he munched on it, she would say, "I don't need to be a lion or an elephant, silly. You will always be there with me. Protecting me. I just want to be a bird that can roam freely. I want to travel the world without any boundaries. I want to see new cities and visit new places. Forever and ever…" " Whoa! Lea. Put a break on your imagination. You would need to be a satellite, not a bird, if you wanted to constantly roam about. Birds need to eat and sleep as well."

"Oh, so you just can't make it without the Swains? You've got two hands and two feet. What's stopping you from getting a job and taking care of yourself instead of showing up here to whine? "This whole act is just your way of sneaking back into Mom and Dad's good books through me. Don't pretend you actually feel bad. You don't." Jillian's face turned ghostly white. She clearly wasn't ready for me to call her out like that. Her mouth opened, but nothing came out. I shoved past the three of them, rushed out of the airport, and hopped into a cab headed for the university.

Hopefully this half hour would make me feel much better. I did my best to ignore Jay as I made my way towards the ocean. The sand slipped into my flip-flops, tickling my feet as I walked deeper into the golden sand. Seagulls flew over the crystal azure water and two of them stood on the wet sand, staring at God knows what. I wish I could be a bird and fly wherever I desired. At one point I thought I could do just that. I considered myself free. But it only took for my sister to leave for the reality to come crashing down on me. I was never free. I was just the spare. “I’ll be fine here. You can go and relax,” I told Jay.

Enraged, she had her hands on her bag as she picked it up from the floor, the storm cloud on the horizon, ready to break loose. I knew she wanted to get away from me, to take flight and get out from this pain, from this hurt, like that bird that migrated south during winter to avoid cold and darkness. But I had enough speed then; I just grabbed the case instantly, as if it were a lifeline, like a flotsam one, cling to in an overwhelming sea to avoid drowning and never let go.

Natasha desperately held his hand and said, "But I don't see how you can solve this problem. Nothing comes to my mind. Do you have any idea how to solve this problem? Please tell me. I want to live a life independently, outside the rules and regulations of my family. I am panting while living within these rules and regulations. I don't like it anymore. I want to fly in the sky freely as a bird"