Stolen Songbird Novels & Stories

She hated this already. Soon the building was packed, and she was dismissed from standing in the greeting line to go and mingle with the people. She looked at the clock on her phone, and it was nearing seven. She knew that would be her cue to leave. She smiled, knowing this torture was almost over. At five minutes to seven, there was a noise from the back of the building. No one thought too much about it. It wasn’t like an explosion or anything. When the music started to play, it was the theme song for one of her favorite movies that was older than her but she had watched it with Mav for the first time a few years before. She loved the song and the scene it was from. She thought how fitting

Honestly, the men in the room had expected something terrible considering Alessia’s shrill voice when she yelled, but they were given the surprise of their lives when they heard her sing. Most of them had even covered their ears, preparing themselves for the disastrous moment, including Dante. Marco leaned his head against the wall, a small smile evident on his face as he watched her. With her eyes closed, she sang the song titled “Blackbirds by The Beatles”. Her voice was soft at first, but it grew stronger with time, filling the room with a sense of liberation and Hope. “Blackbird singing in the dead of night, Take these broken wings and learn to fly. All your life, you were only waiting f

In embossed, elegant font, it read: THE COLLECTORS Acquisition & Curation of Singular Moments No Moment Too Small Below, in smaller print: By Appointment Only. On the back, handwritten in ink the colour of forgotten memories, was a note: “We admired the resonance of your avian’s dusk song. A perfect, self-contained auditory moment. We have added it to our private collection. Thank you for your inadvertent contribution. We will be in touch regarding the pie.” They’d taken the bird’s song. Not the bird. The song. And they were coming for our pies. “The pie?” Lina’s voice was dangerously quiet. “They’re collecting our pies?”

One new song. And a heritage that just claimed me as thoroughly as I claimed it. Tsatoke. Blackbird. The storm queen has a new name to carry. And it sounds like home.

His voice cracked at first, but he continued singing anyway. "Blackbird singing in the dead of night Take these broken wings and learn to fly All your life You were only waiting for this moment to arise..." When Sane heard that song after a while, he immediately remembered Seleen. It felt as if the song was perfect for her, and he silently hoped that she could carefully listen to the lyrics of the song. "Blackbird singing in the dead of night Take these sunken eyes and learn to see All your life You were only waiting for this moment to be free."

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

My club is looking around like these people have lost their everloving minds. Lug tells Prez “ Just pay attention to center stage.” Then the guy asks again “ I don’t know if she heard you. Do you think Songbird should help me out?” The whole place, waitresses and the bartender go nuts again just louder. Then a spot light hit a curtain I didn’t notice before. I can see the silhouette of a woman behind it. She raises her arm in the air and the crowd hollers like they are a rock concert. “ Alright, here we go.” the guy on stage says. Lug tells us “ Keep your eyes on the center stage. You will see what I wanted to show you.” then turns his back to us. The waitress brings my beer. I could care le

"It was inspired by a pendant my grandmother left me. "It broke, and instead of throwing it away, I repaired it and set the cracks in platinum. "What I wanted to express is that some wounds can never be erased, but they can become a new kind of beauty. Even broken things can be reborn." Thunderous applause erupted from the audience. I won the gold medal. Standing on the award podium beneath the bright lights, I felt a familiar sting behind my eyes. I thought about Grandma Anne and the emerald pendant that had once belonged to her.

The smile on my face grew colder. Three days after the stream ended, things began to shift. Quietly. Then, all at once. The first to fall was Tyson. Early Monday morning, a piece of news spread through every class group chat like a virus. Tyson had both his legs broken. He was in the hospital. Rumor had it that the bag of 30,000 dollars he found was not lost property at all. It belonged to a local underground banker, someone known for being ruthless. He had dropped it during a rushed deal.

That night wasn't going to happen again in this life. I went home and dug out my old diary that I'd hidden in a deep corner of my wardrobe. I was ten years old, homeless and wandering the streets at night when Graham—18 at the time—took me in. He was cold and aloof with everyone else, but he was very gentle with me. I knew that I had fallen in love with him when I was old enough to realize it. However, it was a secret that I could never reveal to anyone else. I grabbed the diary and tore it to pieces, shredding every page. Then, I threw the scraps into the toilet and flushed them down.