One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest Novels & Stories

Alexander questions, jumping off his horse as I pull myself up on the first branch. “It’s up here somewhere. Stay down here in case I fall.” I can feel how much Alexander hates the idea of staying behind. “Don’t fall,” he snaps, but he stays where he is as requested. I climb higher and higher, the tug upward slowly easing until it pulls me down. Confused, I go down a couple branches, but the tugging goes up again. Looking around, I see a nest out one branch up. I remind myself not to look down as I shimmy across the thing, hoping I’m not about to get my eyes pecked out by a protective mama bird. But as the inside of the nest comes into view, I see it contains no eggs or baby birds, but a dag

The two looked in the direction that Elder Nora and Alina had headed in before turning their attention back to the camp. . . . As the sparrow flew high and the old fox ran low, the two fox siblings had finished relaxing by the falls and decided to return to their part of the territory. They were in the midst of a hunt when Oli heard the flap of wings beating above him. Kate had heard it too and looked up to see a sparrow flying in circles above them. "What in the world is wrong with that bird." Kate said, looking more and more confused as the bird continued to circle above. "What's happening?" Oli asked as he sat down, his bushy tail curling around him as his ears twitched. "There's a bird c

"Then they throw the original hatchlings out one by one, stealing the entire home for themselves." "Smart girl..." Matteo murmured, his large fingers slowly clamping around my jaw, rubbing his thumb over my full, swollen lips. A sudden wave of intense fascination rippled through his gaze. "Tell me then... while the Cuckoo bird is busy occupying the nest, what do the pretty, innocent little doves do?" I swallowed hard. The friction of his thumb against my lips was already sending a twitch of electric wetness right back into my core. "They sit quietly... waiting for someone to toss them a few breadcrumbs..." I whispered.

"Wanna sit on the swing while we eat?" I nodded and smiled around my cup. "Sounds perfect." We ate mostly in companionable silence as we watched the birds dance around the trees. Along the power lines sat three bluejays, one sitting slightly further away than the other two. Almost as if it were ostracized from his mates. My heart fell a little at the sight. The lone bird held both a meaning for me and a message. "Liz?" "Hm?" "You know when Mykel is coming home?"

I think I may see if she would put in an arcade, I think that would really liven up the place. Scanning the area, I notice a low-hanging tree swaying over the back patio. As I am looking at a tree I see a bird nest. In the nest I see a couple of babies moving around in it. Squinting to get a better look, I watch as one of the baby birds takes a sudden dive. Acting on instinct, I dash over, heart pounding as I watch it flap its wings wildly, chirping up a storm. It manages to glide a bit before crash-landing on the other side of the fence that is lining the back space.

I feel like I’m dragging a dead weight after sitting for so many hours, and my apprehension isn’t exactly making me limber on my feet. Meadow locks the truck with the keys Carmen hands off and we turn and stare at the trees where the birds seem to be patiently waiting on us. It’s unnerving and they are all quietly staring this way, all forty of them, like miniature models of fake birds, with that one larger especially jet black one in the center and looking like maybe he’s the leader of the bird crew. That little asshole who scared us half to death. I have my eye on that one for sure.

Blake carried them into a far corner, hiding, so that they would not be seen from overhead. The three of them squatted there, waiting, watching the sky. Scarlet heard a great humming and buzzing noise, then a great commotion, like a flapping of wings. She looked up and saw hundreds, then thousands, of black wings covering the sky. It looked like an enormous flock of birds. When she was younger, she had once watched a never-ending flock cover the sky, migrating from one end of the earth to the other. She remembered watching for hours, as the world seemed to turn black. She had thought it would never end. This reminded her of that. They crouched there silently, waiting. Scarlet held her breath

The flowers grew out of the soil into a large clearing with many village houses. She was amazed by how different and beautiful everything was. But then she noticed that there was something strange about the whole picture. "Hey, look ahead!" Pawn Clara cued Bishop Eloise to see something flying in front of her. Another Pecan-Zorro-yew was flying through the clouds on his way out of town. Between clouds and winds, it looked like a flying pumpkin. Not exactly an orange pumpkin, but the one which is transformed into a Cinderella carriage led by horses.

Candace I’m sitting at the dressing table, fixing my hair for the first time in days, when a bird starts singing right outside my tent. An ash warbler. For the third time since sunset yesterday. I almost smile. When it first happened, I made Ingrid go check. We were way outside of where the warbler should be, and if it was lost, I’d consider leaving my tent to make sure it got home. The last thing I expected was for her to report some kind of insane contraption making the noise. If it weren’t for the flute attached at the bottom, I’d have no idea what was happening. But now, every time the singing starts again, I know Eva is out there, trying to reach me however she can.

“How do you fuck up a tracker?” I tuned them out as I looked around. I didn’t see anything in the trees or anything hanging. My eyes scanned the floor until I spotted a swarm of flies that were hovering over a fallen log. Quietly, I walked over to see what it was. I didn’t want to find a dead Calvin and let Dom see it.