Solitary Bird Novels & Stories

The bird song Her voice was fragile and tentative at first, breaking off as if testing the murkiness of the water she was about to swim through. echoed off the trees, bounced off the leaves, and came back to her. She saw the bird then, beautiful, graceful, and white, guiding her through the process of reverberating with the weight of her pain. Each note was a whisper, a plea for release from the prison of her silence.

My name was Erica Tyler. Everyone in our circle knew me as the perfect girlfriend. For five years, I was his fiancee in name only. I never pushed for a wedding, not even a quick ceremony at city hall, and I never asked for a cent of his money. I only wanted Neal Beckett to donate some bone marrow to my mother. When he cheated with an Oscar-winning actress, I denied the affair on his behalf. When he was filmed making out with a pop star, I paid to make the video disappear. The day an influencer claimed she was pregnant with his child, I helped schedule her prenatal appointments. The socialites in our circle felt sorry for me, but that did not stop them from mocking me. “Erica, you’re su

I said. Void stared toward the horizon. "I know." Pause. "I just dislike not knowing where." Honest answer. Painfully honest. The lantern tree rustled softly overhead. Then suddenly— a lantern bird landed on the railing. Tiny thing. Made entirely of starlight. Hope's bird. It chirped once. Then took off. The bird flew three meters. Stopped. Looked back. Waited. Silence spread across the rooftop. The bird chirped again. Everyone stared. Hope's bird turned and flew toward the river district.

The owl perched itself on Anthony's shoulder in response. Anthony gave the cove one last look, letting out a quiet sigh. If it comes to the worst, this would be the last time he'd be there. He knew his way around the land pretty well. He hadn't travel in a while, but his instincts were never wrong. He had been to the Tundra plenty of times in his past. It was Solace's favorite place to stay. It would make sense that he was living there. It was lonely. Anthony never walked alone. He never left someone's side when on a journey. He always had Solace. Or George. But now he was alone. He couldn't just talk to an owl. Stupid bird.

I replied. “In Raven folklore,” he said quietly, “they’re known as the birds that never stop waiting.” I looked back at him. “What do you mean?” “They only choose one mate in their lifetime.” “Oh.” “If that mate chooses someone else…” His eyes remained fixed on the bird. “…they never choose another.” My smile slowly faded. “They’ll still follow them from a distance.” “They’ll still watch over them.” “They’ll still sing whenever they see them.” “But they’ll never fly close enough to disturb the life their mate chose.”

The whole valley had gone silent, a held breath in the throat of the world. Day five. I had trained with Walt every dawn for five weeks. In all that time, there had never been a morning without birdsong. "Where are they?" I whispered. "Gone." He scratched his white crew cut. "Left this morning. The whole flock. I watched them go. Thousands of them. Starlings, finches, doves. Wheeled up off the orchard in one big cloud and flew north." He shook his head. "Thirty years on the border, I never saw such a thing."

He ran towards the horizon and vanished. Warren sent the aura away and shouted, "He got away, damn it." Theria drifted to the ground. Her translucent wings beat rapidly until her feet touched the black asphalt. "Well, at least we know he's for real." "This location is burned now. I don't think El Silbon will come back here," Warren kicked the ground in frustration. "We need help with this guy. He is much stronger than we anticipated." "What kind of help are you thinking of?" Warren pressed the call button on the radio, "Vandal to Scald Crow, do the police have a profiler on retainer?"

"First things first is that Adarna Birds were known to be singing birds. They love to sing so once we heard a bird singing, it means that a nest was nearby. Once that happened we will locate it. We will do a stakeout until the bird left its nest. As much as possible, we would try to avoid direct confrontation with it. But I want you to come and look for it as soon as possible. If I told you to climb the tree, you will have to climb it as fast as you could.'

"A bird then if you want to be that dull." Callie wouldn’t mind being a bird. She thought about an eagle or a swallow. Maybe she could be a parakeet like Nadia’s familiar. Nothing brightly colored. She asked, "What’s the fastest flying bird?" "Peregrine falcon.: Ceridwen held out her hand impatiently. "Now, hand over my payment."

It was dark, the only light source from the shy moon and rebellious stars in the sky. A single bird suddenly flew overhead, chirping like it was trying to pass a message. She stretched her ears to listen, hoping it would give her the answer to break free from the maze finally. Just as she caught on to its first words, an enormous bird swooped in from nowhere and grabbed the smaller bird with its mouth.