The Bird That Drinks Tears Novels & Stories

He didn’t like that when she did. Dawn Newberry looked at him, and then she made herself a promise. She was never going to cry again because of her family. No matter what, she was done with letting tears fall because of them. She would make sure she could fight them all off if she had to. She was done with them all. They couldn’t hurt her anymore.

Arya watched in wonder as the tears streamed down Amaris' face. His tears pooled at the rim of his eyes and made their way from his beautiful blue eyes to the ground giving the illusion of a river flowing seamlessly through a forest. Drip…Drip! If anyone ever told her she was going to be in this situation today, then she'd have flung a shoe at their face but here she was, standing before a beast that was shedding tears. The culprit?....Her!

I have another two months, they think. I hear Isaac walking toward me, but I pull the sheets up over my head to hide the tears starting to well in the corners of my eyes. I cry all the time for no reason. I just can’t help it. Dinner could taste wrong, my shower could feel too hot, or even just right, and I’ll burst into tears. I saw a bird in the back garden this morning looking for food, but there’s still so much snow and ice on the ground. Then, I remembered what it was like to not have any food myself and melted into a puddle of raw emotion I could barely explain.

She was so sad that she did the hardest and rarest thing that an angel could do; she cried. A drop of her tear rolled off her cheek and fell to the floor and as soon as it hit the surface, it turned into gold and was permanently stuck to the floor. She looked down at her teardrop and saw other golden droplets beside hers. Those were the same tears that Hannah had shed all those centuries ago when God disowned her and threw her out of heaven.

They disgust me. A small bird lands before me, staring at me with curiosity. But you know what they say? Curiosity killed the cat, in this case however, a bird. I clutch it suddenly in my hand, squeezing it slowly until it's eyes begin to bulge and it's chest is pushed above my knuckles. I hear the 'crunch' of it's bones cracking, blood drips from it's beak. I cast it aside in disgust. Pathetic creature.

she teased. She handed the alpha a vial from his pocket. “These are my tears, they work quickly when it comes to injuries. Put a little on the wound and it should close up. Fake tears don't work as well as crying so I hope it’s enough to heal you quickly.” Logan looked even more shocked as he took the vial. It was as wide and long as his index finger, the liquid inside milky white. Who had milky tears? “I have so many questions,” Leo mused, “I'll update you when you come back.”

Three tear drops fell onto Arte's tongue and she drank them back, her face twisting slightly. "Aunt Aurelia, why are they spicy?" Arte asked, sticking her tongue out and panting a little to cool her tongue. Aurelia giggled just a tad, explaining that the taste of the divine's tears depends on their emotions when they were collected. In this case, Octavia must have been angry.

Thud. Josh slammed the door. The echo filled the room. Silence returned and with it the relief. The tears came back in a flood. He was his own only company. Even the birds outside seemed to watch. A golden-yellow bird landed on the sill. Josh cracked the window and forced a smile that the bird seemed to mirror. For a second the crying stopped. "Look at you, little bird," Josh whispered. "So happy. You fly where you want. I’m just here playing with sin and nowhere to go and no way out."

The crayon colors blended deeper into her fingerprints—pink, blue, brown, and green, creating a rainbow-like stain on her pale skin. Her nasal passages were completely sore. Tears welled up in her tear glands. This time, there were enough tears to flow. They spilled over from the corners of her eyes, down her cheeks, past her lips and chin, and dropped onto the painting. The tears landed on the butterfly’s left wing, creating small, wet circles on the pink crayon paint. The paint was slightly dissolved by the tears, leaving light pink streaks on the paper. “Why are you crying?” Olivia asked. Her voice sounded confused. The crayon remained in her hand, with the tip pointing downward, tremblin

MY BUTTERFLY ****************** CALEB’S POV ****************** My heart is heavy and burdened as I watch the woman who has come to mean everything to me wither away before my eyes. I see her pains and how she tries so hard to hide them with a smile. Sometimes I want to break down and cry but for her, I try to be strong. However when she is not watching I go to a private place and cry. They say strong men do not cry but for Angela’s sake I agree to be a weakling for her sake I agree that I am not man enough.