One That Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest Audiobook Novels & Stories

A localized dizziness blurred her vision. "But Mommy," Dorothea whispered, her soft fingers reaching out to tug at the cuff of Avery's sleeve. "The big bird was never actually asleep. It was watching from outside the window the entire time. It saw the shadow person hiding the little secrets beneath the pillow. It even saw the shadow person crying in the dark every single night." A high-frequency ringing exploded in Avery's ears. "Dorothea..." She forced her lips to form a stiff, crooked smile, her voice completely dry. "This isn't a pleasant story. Shall we find another book?"

I paid, brought my luggage over to the right building, and walked up to the door. The fingerprint lock did not click when I put my thumb to it. Flabbergasted, I tried again, but nothing happened. I keyed in the string of numbers I remembered—my birthday and my mother’s birthday combined—but it still did not work. The red light from the keypad flashed at me. The unease I had felt since reaching the place intensified. I called Jon, but he did not answer. I called Mom, and it rang for a long time before she picked up.

In the videos, Joey grumbled under his breath about how cold the coffin was, all while being wrapped in a warm blanket, fed food by his parents, and even given affection by Winnie, who had snuck in while no one was there. The scene was disgraceful, to say the least. "You set me up?" Joey asked incredulously. He'd endured lying there in the coffin for three days straight because he could see the light at the end of the road, that his dreams of living a carefree life abroad were going to be a reality. He thought his plan was flawless, but I'd recorded it all and broadcast it for everyone to see. "Why can't I scheme against you when you did it to me first?" I said, laughing at the top of my lun

Evan howled and was thrown back several yards. He scrambled to his feet instantly, his movements twitchy and unnatural, like a film reel skipping frames. The purple threads connecting him to the sky pulsed violently. High above on the blackened pine, the iridescent crow flapped its wings, cawing a rhythmic, mocking sound that felt like needles in my brain. "You like to watch, don't you?" I spat at the bird, never taking my eyes off the beast. "You want to see the Alpha of the Rogue fae torn apart by her own mate?"

I looked at the men around me, and they didn't acknowledge it in the slightest. I watched a little sparrow land on a branch. "I want to see her closer," I heard a voice announce, and it shockingly matched the beak movement of the little sparrow. It practically sang the words along with its birdsong. Narrowing my eyes, I looked around us. My eyes settled on a little chipmunk holding a scrap of food from Ragnar's pack. "The big one is slow," the chipmunk jeered, mouth moving exactly with the words I was hearing.

The sound had stopped, but they were still on edge, the eerie silence even more unusual. Suddenly, the sound came again, but this time, of two birds. The noises the birds were making were so loud and uncanny, Firoza was forced to wake up. Suddenly the noises stopped again. "What was that?" Firoza whispered, rubbing her sleep-laden eyes. Calhoun remained silent and still kept his guard up. The noises came back again, and this time there were three birds. The birds were painfully loud, and combined with the strange environment they were in, they all couldn't help but feel like it was a bad omen, warning them of something that was coming. The noises continued again, and each time it did, anothe

But we'll get out of it. His voice was soft, and he rubbed my back soothingly. I nodded my head against him, "I refuse to let death by overgrown pigeons be my end." Ben laughed and pulled me closer. "Agreed love." Suddenly the creatures, who were roosting in their respective nests on the high ledges above us began to caw. The sound was borderline deafening, and the cave walls and floor shook around us. Then from the back of the cave came a creature, just like rest, but with a large crown of spiked feathers on his head.

Maverick said. “It’s not your fault. You don’t control them, and I don’t think you can. It’s already nice of you to let us in without finalizing the alliance process,” Aurora replied, and Maverick nodded. They began hearing a particular bird’s chirping, growing closer. Aurora sensed the bird wasn’t ordinary because of the ominous cloak that covered the air and how every single movement in the woods stopped and it felt like the air stilled but they couldn’t see it yet. Maverick was on alert too, scanning for its source. Yet the sound kept growing closer towards them.

look on his face. I walked outside and changed myself into a sparrow. It wasn’t snowing at the moment, nor was it windy, so I had no trouble flying over to Sam and Starla’s house. The fire wasn’t burning in the fireplace, so I flew down the chimney, but before I reached the bottom, I changed myself into a fly so I wouldn’t make so much noise. I stayed in the fireplace for a moment and listened. I could hear Starla’s voice, and I knew she was talking to Ben, even though I couldn’t see either one of them from where I was perched inside of the fireplace.

The kind of grief that doesn’t collapse, only settles like rust. “I just want to know we’re not too late.” Cassian softened. “You got it through. That means we’re not.” They turned back toward the forest. Twenty minutes. They just had to beat the clock. But the sky was already changing. Not in color—light blue still—but in silence. There was no wind. No birdsong. And then, all at once, they heard it. A low hum. Mechanical. Getting closer. Cassian jerked his head. “Drone.”