J M Barrie Little White Bird Novels & Stories

Its size took up a lot of space on the land. The group walked to another part of the land and saw a smaller white house surrounded by more trees and the brick walk way the led to the mansion. The smaller house had two sets of square windows, a black double door and a garden of strawberries. Jidana, kariya and Ophilius stopped to admire the sights and sounds around them. Kariya looked around and a black bird with a red tail fly by then he saw a girl that looked just like Merek except she had different color eyes and wore a brown dress. Kariya waved and the girl disappeared.

Vito knew it was Aurora because of the rhythm. He glanced toward the clock beside the bed. 7:00 AM. He sat there for a moment longer, forcing himself back into reality before finally getting up and walking toward the door. When he opened it, she stood there in pink pajamas with sleepy curls falling around her tiny face. A Barbie doll rested beneath her arm and her iPad was in her hands. She looked up at him, her violet eyes narrowing. “Did you have a bad dream?” she asked softly. The sound of her tiny voice caught him off guard.

Mandy York, my girlfriend, was practically a migratory bird that always flew away during summer. Every year, during July and August, which were the hottest months of the year, she would fly off and disappear from the face of the earth. She said that it was because her company gave her a special project abroad that required absolute secrecy from her. She was also not to contact anyone during that period of time. Even when I got into a car accident last year and lay in the ICU for two months, she never called to ask about me. Plenty of times, I had comforted myself and endured the harsh summer alone. One day, I accidentally saw the social media account of a friend of mine living abro

NIKOLAI POV: The bar was the kind of place that cost enough to feel quiet even when it wasn't. Crystal glasses with low lighting. The soft murmur of men who had enough money to speak without raising their voices and knew it. I had been in rooms like this my whole life and had never once found them comfortable. I drank and let everyone else do the talking. My phone sat face-down on my thigh. I had checked it four times in the last hour. Four times and nothing useful — just variations of the same message. My men saying they were unable to trace, routing through multiple servers. No clean source.

A guy was backing me and I cleared my throat to get his attention. "Welcome to Caribidream restaurant, how may I help you?" He said in the most pleasant voice I've heard since I landed in Barbados. He handed me a menu which I went through carefully before speaking. "I would like some cottage cheese pancakes, please," I ordered and he directed me to sit down and wait for my order. I did as was told. While waiting, I did well to swallow the beauty of the restaurant. I noticed there was a lounge far away from where I sat. There were other doors with names written on them and I saw one which was inscribed as the mall. I guess they're running a multi-company. It was great because going in and out

Third person POV Ronald was dressing up in preparation for his trip when Brenda walked into the room. "Oh, you're almost ready? The flight doesn't leave for the next three hours though" She said sadly. "So what? I should stay home with you? I'll pass. I have better places to be" "Like with your multiple girlfriends? She muttered under breathe and he glared at her. "What did you say? "I said it's not because of me but Junior. He was expecting you'd go watch his game for 20 minutes at least. You can go to the airport after that. You never go to any of his games"

After getting the various answers Josiah didn't know whether to be resentful that they were special unlike every creature in the world or be pleased. "When I was little, I don't know whether my parents abandoned me or they died since I was found on the road. The only thing I had other than the clothes I was clothed with, was also a book in the basket beside me. The ones who took me in never intended to hide it since they had tried to read it but they couldn't understand it since it was in a foreign language on the other hand, even though I was a kid, I could read the writings. Even though I couldn't understand what the words meant, as time passed and the last war happened, I started to put p

This wildcat is driving me crazy, feeling her squeezing my rod is more than I can take. As always hunger drives us on, shamelessly we own each other When the Jet lands two hours later, the pilot silently leaves the cockpit, leaving us alone in our own world. It is early in the morning when we finally crash next to each other, exhausted, and she falls asleep against my chest...

White heaven-bound birds were as brilliant rays from wind-dappled sea-water; their brightness amid otherwise infinite blue, gliding as free souls. In each wing-given arc they were the tips of a conductor's wand, a music for both eyes and soul, bringing a wave of sweet earthly joy. It was one of those baby-blue skies, not the psychedelic candy-blue nor the washed out grey so characteristic of wintry mornings. The clouds were as puffs of radiant joy, ready to disperse into the wind, to travel our Earth.