The Caged Bird Wow Novels & Stories

Then dying in the end? " But they might not be saved that way. " I know... But it sucks.... Really it does. Sarah... She always craved for freedom... Of course, freedom is inevitable as everyone wants to be free. Who would want to live a life as a caged bird, anyways? Yet... They didn't get the Freedom they wanted. It sucks... Really, it does. " Lord... It hurts so much...the pain in my heart is becoming too much to bear. " " I can't believe that the girls we spent over a month together are all gone, save my best friend and soul sister? "

His tone was calm and seemingly pleasant. But they were smarter, the men. They knew that not too deep beneath the calm, laid an cruel storm. "Do you know what a caged bird does the moment it has been let out of its cage?" He asked no one in particular as his slender fingers fondled the vicious looking, pet eagle nesting on his armrest. Everyone held their tongues and kept their silence. It wasn't from ignorance though, but pure fear. The Master continued. "It savours every feel of freedom it had lost, loses track of time....and eventually might chose to remain in the raw pleasures of the wild over the comfort of its cage."

Layana frowned at him and he appeased her with a kiss. They continued talking and Layana looked at the sky, as she used to so often as a girl, seeing a few birds soar past. Remembering how she used to envy those birds and their freedom. Yet she realised how wrong she had been. She had felt caged and trapped in this palace, and only ever wished to be free. But she now realised that true freedom meant having the will to do as you wish, rather than bending to the social requirements that were expected of her. She had never been cut to be a jewel of the kingdom, but a ruler, to have a say and to join any trouble at the forefront.

Don't know why I'm scared just to take a chance, While I'm just standing here. Like a bird, I'm free to fly, Spread my wings and live my life. Like a bird, I'm up so high, Out of the cage, it's my time to shine. Like a bird, I'm free to fly. So tell me, tell me, why don't I? Her voice was the only sound in the entire yard. They felt that even the slightest noise would ruin the masterpiece. She finished singing, but the small crowd seemed oblivious.

I giggled as I watched the little bird fly around the room excitedly which made me wonder how long it had been in that cage. My smile faded as a thought came into my mind. The bird reminded me of myself. I was just like the bird, I've always enjoyed freedom but like the bird I was locked in a large mansion and was deprived from moving about and having fun, just like his the bird was deprived from flying around and playing peacefully.

he says, leading me toward a quieter corner of the space. The piece he stops in front of makes my breath catch. It's a sculpture was atwisted metal and found objects arranged to look like a bird breaking free from a cage. The cage is beautiful, ornate, covered in what looks like gold leaf. But the bird's wings are spread wide, ready for flight. "'Breaking Free,'" Derek reads from the artist's statement. "'About the courage it takes to leave beautiful prisons.'" The metaphor hits too close to home. My throat tightens.

I would remain physically his wife and stay inside this cage he built and locked me inside… but spiritually, emotionally, and mentally I would be completely free, independent, and forever beyond his reach and control. He could lock me inside this house… but he could never lock my spirit or my soul. He could strip away my rights and public status… but he could never strip away my dignity, my pride, and my true worth which came from within myself and not from him or his name. He could bring hundreds of women and treat them like queens and goddesses… but he could never, ever make me feel small, inferior, or worthless because I knew perfectly well exactly who I was and exactly what I truly deser

] [I wish you and Sophia happiness. [This is goodbye. Let's never meet again.]

The deafening tone of silence encases us as we refuse to look away from one another. “Remove your lace panties, Little Bird.” He finally replies with his hands moving to the buckle of his belt. “I can’t promise that once I’m buried deep inside you, I’ll be able to stop.”