Solitary Bird Novels & Stories

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

Tomorrow night, I would leave Sicelia. After finishing my last shift and collecting my pay, I walked out of the restaurant. A familiar black Lamborghini was parked at the entrance to the plaza. Before I could step closer, fireworks suddenly lit up the sky over downtown Palemore. Then, countless drones formed words in the night sky. [SALVATORE LOVES IRENE FOREVER!]

But as the afternoon wore on, the crushing reality of my isolation settled back into my bones. There was no one to talk to. No one to laugh with. I spent the rest of the day entirely alone, wandering out to the limestone courtyard to feed the aviary birds. As the colourful sparrows pecked at the grain in my palms, the soft, rhythmic flutter of their wings was the only sound breaking the suffocating silence of my beautiful cage.

As I'm staring at the wall I hear the door open. I can't bring myself to see who walked in. Being alone is my new life now. I don't want my hopes up when someone comes to drag me out of the room, only to be left alone in the end. The door closes with a loud click and feet make their way towards me. I close my eyes in an attempt to stop the temptation of looking to see who's here. Please just leave me alone.

"They want to see us, want to see us alone They want to see us, want to see us apart They want to see us, want to see us alone They want to see us, want to see us apart," She smiled, pausing taking a breath. He narrowed his eyes. Will you keep singing Songbird? She smiled. She would. "And I, just want to feel you're there And I don't want to have to share our love I try, but I get overwhelmed," She reached out. To him. He just smiled, nodding to her. She only saw him.

"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?"

Estella replied back changing the topic. “Indeed, and they are called birds of heaven. The ones which are red in color. And those, the blue ones, they are always in a pair, and they are called birds of soul.” Valor said explaining Estella about those birds, and continued with a question, “Haven’t you ever seen them, Estella? Or Don’t tell me, you just see the animals which you hunt!!” He raised his eyebrows and earned a hard glare from her side. She punched his forearm softly warning,

bird 1 : this fellow is not drinking from few days and didn't bring any girl bird 2 : yeah its true what happened to this fellow bird 1 : can't you understand he fallen in love bird 2 : is it can he also fall in love bird 1 : yeah because angels are born to tame the devils bird 2 : is it then why this guy unable to recognize his feelings bird 1 : because he never felt like this with anyone bird 2 : oh is it can we help this devil to get that angel bird 1 : sure however we don't have any work so let's help this devil bird 2 : okay

However, he kept on looking at it. He heaved a deep sigh and blurted the questions that made him upset. "Mommy, why is that bird flying all alone? Does he have a parent?" Little Konan asked cause he was having a vague feeling. He was just a seven-year-old back there, sitting on the bench with his mother on his side. His round doe eyes are focused on a certain bird, flying with his beautiful wings under the ocean clouds.

A hoarse whistling was heard as it approached his direction. “The sound means a call to the cygnets. Will I call her?” His thoughts shifted to Marie as he reflected on what the mute swan, the national bird in their country did. Images of his mom and dad were replaced as they asked him to break up with Marie. It was past 4 and the clouds were beginning to gather obviously revealing that rain would come. For the first time in his life, he did close his eyes and prayed.