The Caged Bird Wow Novels & Stories

Tonight was New York's biggest modern art exhibition, and another major project I had curated. "This piece, 'The Caged Bird,' is truly breathtaking," a middle-aged collector marveled beside me. "The artist has captured despair so realistically." "That's because she was painting herself." "She was a bird in a gilded cage who thought the cage was the entire world." "Only when the fire burned that cage to the ground did she discover how vast the sky truly was." The collector nodded thoughtfully, and just as he was about to say more, a commotion erupted at the gallery entrance.

"Once upon a time there was a beautiful bird with most beautiful wings.. She was the apple of her owners eye. Who never let her out of her cage in the fear of loosing her. All the other birds were jealous of her, for she had everything they ever wished for. She doesn't had to fight for food,water and shelter like other birds, she had all the best things at her feet, at her deck and call. But only she knew the truth. "Do you want to know the truth?" I asked her and she nodded her head vigorously like a small child. "she was suffocating from inside. She always questioned God why she had been cursed with such a life where she is just a prisoner, not having the freedom like other birds. She was

The song above is 'The Song of the Caged Bird' by Lindsey Stirling, an amazing violinist. Later in the chapter, when Ariella plays her violin, I imagine her song to be similar to the one above :) 4312 words8 Flames dance between us, glowing orange and golden. Their light is reflected in his onyx irises, illuminating them with amber and scarlet sparks. With a gaze like a cunning predator, he watches me watching him. Aware. Alert. Direct and unrelenting.

If she was too loud, she’d likely get in trouble for picking up the mess her stepmother had made in her room. Once everything was put back the way it should be, Ella wandered over to the window and stared out at the moonlit yard. The small opening gave her a view of the side yard. The view was nothing compared to the fountain and gardens she’d seen earlier, but it was nice to sit there and look at the great big world, thinking of how free she’d felt earlier with the air blowing in her face and the moonlight on her skin. She thought of the little bird who liked to sit here and wished she could have that sort of freedom all the time. But she was a caged bird, and her song had been stolen.

Flashback from Chapter 26 (Zoya's version) (Sahir and Zoya in twenties) Zoya entered in the pet shop. She had enough money to buy a pet for her. She looked around in the shop, there were puppies, rabbits, fish tanks. She roamed around in the shop with a smile. Today she will buy a pet who will be with her. She was tired of living alone in her boring hostel room. She wanted to forget him, the one who was not leaving her heart. The one whom she loved more than anyone else. She wanted to distract her mind. Her eyes fell on the cage of birds. She went near to them and saw the birds sitting quite in the cage. She remembered her childhood. How her hostel warden used to lock her in a room for weeks

The bird looks at him with sad eyes, and his hooting sounds like a cry. “Zog, what if you took the cage in the air?” “I can try, but they'll wake up from the noise. Besides, you have to take off this cloth, and the guard will raise the alarm.” While Lucifron was talking inside his mind, the bird turns to him, spreads his wings and sings a sad melody, and sets himself on fire. “What the fuck” – Lucifron says. “He really is a Phoenix. Wait, she will be reborn.”

I was his bird in a gilded cage, with my wings clipped and my space measured. I had fun today with Shane, but I made a promise to Adrian. One hundred and fifty million. I was going to pay back every cent he gave my father and buy back my freedom. My sneakers scuff softly against the polished floor as I drag my feet, exhaustion settling into my bones. I want to flop down on my bed like a bird dropped from the sky. “Like a bird set free…” I hum under my breath, the karaoke lyric slipping out. A laugh follows before I can stop it, as Shane’s face flashes in my mind—red, panicked, utterly massacring the high notes.

“Then you’re in for a first.” I parked near a quiet corner where the smell of roasted corn and fried dough filled the air. She smiled—genuine this time. Watching her laugh as she tasted something simple made the world feel almost right. For a moment, I let myself forget who we're, birds in a beautiful cage . We were walking back to the car when it happened. The screech of tires. The blur of black vans. Shouts—three, maybe four voices—men moving fast. “Lia—”

And she, a caged bird, was drawn to the flame. Her body, starved for a touch that was not contaminated with worry or fear, yearned for him. The fiery silver chains reminding her perpetually of her captivity receded into the periphery. She was an Omega, her senses wailing for an Alpha, for a touch, for freedom.

"If you are playing me I will destroy you." "I am not " Alex said fiercely. He moved closer. ". Keep accusing me and I might start wishing I was the one selling you out." Rowan grabbed Alexs arm pulling him against the desk. Their bodies pressed together. Alex could feel the line of muscle beneath the suit. "You have no idea what you are walking into " Rowan said, voice rough. "This company is not business. It is a cage.. I am both prisoner and warden." The confession slipped out small but real. Alex caught the flash of something haunted in Rowans eyes.