The Caged Bird Wow Mga Nobela at Kwento

Birds should fly in the sky freely, fishes should swim in rivers and sea freely and other animals should roam around as they please without restrictions. We humans think why would they want to leave or be sad when they have everything under their feet? They should feel they are lucky that they are getting everything without doing any hard work. A cage is a cage no matter how beautiful it looks or how luxurious it is. In my case I am the bird who is trapped in this golden luxurious cage whom I have to call my home. I have every luxury near my feet except my freedom. That is my birth right to have but unfortunately It is taboo for me to have.

“The terms are simple.” I didn’t need to read it. I already knew the terms: Elias walks free. His debt is erased. I became Mrs. Dorian Vale. Forever. My hand trembled as I picked up the pen. “Why me?” His gaze lifted from the paper to my face. “Because I want you.” The way he said it—calm, certain, like it was a fact carved into stone—sent a shiver down my spine. I signed. My name looked too small beside his bold signature.

FIVE YEARS LATER What does a bird in a cage long for? Freedom, of course. The poor creature throws itself against the bars, desperate to escape, never realizing it has already grown used to seeing the world through iron rods. And yet, the moment it finally flutters out of its warm, familiar nest—where it was fed and cared for—it perishes. “Come on, just a little higher!” someone shouts from below, and, muttering a curse, I lift my foot onto the next branch. “Mom, hurry up, or Gosha will fly away!”

"You could have gotten out of it, but your husband didn't want to drag me into it, so he made you take the fall." I took a deep breath. Three years of my life wasted behind bars—just like that. Over a thousand days and nights, each one filled with torment. I went from the dazzling Mrs. Chapman to someone that anyone could just walk all over. The second I remembered all the tough times that person in front of me had caused, I could not hold back my hands anymore. However, before I could do anything, Winona flashed a sly smile, ripped off her clothes, and jumped into the pool.

"She's a caged bird, fluttering against the bars. Nothing I can't handle." Yaz raised an eyebrow, a single, mocking arc that sent a shiver down my spine. "Cage, huh? Sounds more like a gilded palace to me. You sure you're not just jealous I get to bring her the pretty dresses?" I stared at him, momentarily speechless. Was he actually trying to rile me up? The audacity of the man! A humourless chuckle escaped my lips. "Jealous? Of you, Yaz? Don't be ridiculous."

I'd seen that cage used a few times before, but I'd never seen someone like a bird, but that girl seemed to fit in very well with the scene, because she really resembled a small, delicate bird. The tables below the cage had been moved further away, so that everyone could appreciate the beauty of the “caged bird”. As I was paying attention to the cage, I saw Scarlett approaching the cage, she had some cut fruit in a small bowl.

He selected his favorite poem by Craig Arnold and cleared his throat to begin: Of many reasons I love you, here is one the way you write me from the gate at the airport so I can tell you everything will be alright so you can tell me there is a bird trapped in the terminal all the people ignoring it because they do not know what to do with it except to leave it alone until it scares itself to death it makes you terribly, terribly sad You wish you could take the bird outside and set it free or (failing that) call a bird-understander to come help the bird All you can do is notice the bird and feel for the bird and write to tell me how language feels impossibly useless but you are wrong You are

Elena My hands aches from the handcuffs on my hands, the weather is hot making me feel miserable. How did I get to this point? How the heck did I meet the Quads? My breathing is difficult, it feels like I'm suffocating inside the car, I feel caged I'm restless, my wolf doesn't like being caged, this motherfuckers won't believe any shit I say. They are fucking blindfolded by my mates. " How long are you going to keep me?" I ask, holding my breath. I want to flare up at them, but I just dont know where to begin from they are all just pieces of shit!

“Do you know the story of two birds?” “Their worlds were different. One was made for the skies, and the other for the cage. But they fell in love. Even after many efforts, the sky bird couldn’t live in the cage, nor could the other one soar in the skies. But their love never diminished.” Tiara said and wiped her tears in pain because, unlike the story, Theodore never loved her, nor did he put any effort into their bond with her, even though their world was different. “What nonsense!!” With that Colton disconnected the call and sent her the number of Wylder.

Days will turn into months and months into years but I will never get a chance to escape. I will always live here like a caged bird or should I say dove as the king likes to call me. If what she said is true then what is the point of living a life like this? What is the point of continuing to breathe when all I will get is pain? This palace will never be my home because home is where family is and my family is not here. Only God knows where my family is and what they are going through.