The Bird In Unbroken Novels & Stories

“Whatever she does, she saves a lot of people. I don’t know if she pays for that with her life. But don’t those people deserve life to? In the big scheme of things, you can’t play favourites. You have to see everything from the bigger picture. That’s the burden you carry as a leader” I hobble out the door and into the forest. I use the tress as cover, as I head towards the old paddock. In my current condition I wouldn’t make it on my own. I was going to need assistance. I whistled quietly, waiting for birdy to head over. Using the fence, I mounted. I pointed her towards the forest and we were off. Birdy felt excited for the ride. I could feel her quickening of pace. Her eagerness was going t

The places I never let anyone see. He’s silent for a moment, then he speaks, his voice low, sure, unbreakable. “We didn’t,” he says. “Not as we were. But we rebuilt stronger.” The truth of it wraps around my soul like a balm. We didn’t just survive. We shattered and bled and wept, snd then we rose again. Forged into something new. Something unbreakable. A hawk cries overhead, slicing across the gray sky like a blade. A sentinel. A witness.

I look down at the feather in my hand, its edges now glowing faintly. The forest has tested me. And I survived. I may be broken. I may be afraid. But I’m still here. And I’m not giving up.

When I gaze upwards into the dark night, I strain my eyes hard to see a giant explosion of green light illuminating the sky. Then there are a series of sounds that catch my eyesight. I see a black crow on my porch. It's trying to manoeuvre its way through the wood panels, and I see blood on his feet as he leaves tiny footsteps in his path. Then he falls face front, and the series of hiccups of the bird lying there in the chilly twilight make me get out of the bed. I'm wearing my nighttime t-shirt and socks, so I turn on the light in the doorway area to see if there is anyone outdoors. When I'm sure there's not a single soul taking a walk or something, I step out to help the poor bird. I coll

Angry at the fact that the birds had not flew away this time and given me a good excuse to walk out of the garden while lashing at him like the other time . He paused at the one with the broken wing and knelt to the ground with one knee to pick it up. Look at this little lad here let see what I can do about this pain you are feeling. "Don't! ... don't touch it " I spoke in a subtle tone. Zayn eyed me briefly before picking the bird up , after pushing back at the wings at it joint, the bone popped back in and the bird flew away from his hands as we both watched .

Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if I pinch myself and wake up with Fluffy licking me and everything is same old same old. Just before I pack up my stuff and go home for the day, I find myself drawn to the window and the bird pecking at a worm outside. Watching, I notice that the bird has a broken wing and can't get off the ledge. Feeling bad for him, I remember the bread from my sandwich and opened the window to feed it. It walks over to me and I feed the bread through the narrow gap between the window frames. The bird almost drops it several floors, but eats it just before it does. Shutting the window, I watch it for a few more minutes and then grab my purse.

The bird was naïve, thought she could fight against the world which was trapping her. She did not obtain visible scars from that faithful day, only the bars. The bars were her scars to remind her she was nothing, but a caged bird bonded to her master.

Real. Unbroken. And closer than he had ever been.

The balance is broken. My words, "next time, I might not tell you," hang in the penthouse like a sentence. They know. I am no longer their caged bird singing for its jailers. I am a raptor that has tasted the wind and is looking at the open door. Sasha