The Caged Bird Wow Novels & Stories

I stared at the video until my eyes burned. My nails dug crescents into my palms. The pain brought me back to reality, and I clicked 'Continue'. The man on screen moved with rough urgency. He was relentless, causing the woman to cry out in pain. Though his face stayed hidden, the jagged scar peeking beneath his cuff seared my vision. Unable to bear it anymore, the woman pleaded for mercy. Ethan Cooper leaned in and whispered in her ears, "Chiara, do you know how much I want to make you cry like this? You never listen to me. I wish I could break your legs so you'd never leave me."

In the videos, Joey grumbled under his breath about how cold the coffin was, all while being wrapped in a warm blanket, fed food by his parents, and even given affection by Winnie, who had snuck in while no one was there. The scene was disgraceful, to say the least. "You set me up?" Joey asked incredulously. He'd endured lying there in the coffin for three days straight because he could see the light at the end of the road, that his dreams of living a carefree life abroad were going to be a reality. He thought his plan was flawless, but I'd recorded it all and broadcast it for everyone to see. "Why can't I scheme against you when you did it to me first?" I said, laughing at the top of my lun

Anxiety suddenly washed over me, yet I tried my best not to let my voice overcome with fear. “I’m going out with Micah today. Tell your guards to let us through.” I said, steeling my voice, bleaching it out with any emotions. I already had enough of him. I could not let him treat me as though I did not have a life of my own. He may have purchased me with a damn large amount of money, but to hell with him. I will not let him treat me as his caged bird. “Doll—”

I decided to go for a walk since I've been indoors for too long. My mood was lifted after seeing the same birds as the other day. I smiled walking in their direction not trying to scare them away. I stretched my hands out trying to get their attention and surprisingly a white bird flew on my outstretched hand. I was awed at how beautiful it was. Having them in my arms gives me this unexplainable joy. I stood for minutes playing with the birds. When I grew tired, I allow them to fly away and they all queried away. I release a sigh of contentment. They just made my day and I'm glad.

Anna puts her hand on his shoulder. “Yes, there is and it fucking sucks. Girls end up being desperate for freedom and willing to do anything to get it. Do you know Maya Angelou?” David nods and restrains a laugh. “I know why the caged bird sings,” Anna quotes “It sings because it’s crying for freedom,” David continues. Anna nods. “Do you feel like a caged bird?’ He asks her. Anna cocks her head and sighs loudly. “Not anymore…but I feel like a baby eagle that’s been kicked out of the nest by the mother and is free falling still not knowing how to spread its wings,” Anna says.

That was unheard of in all of their minds. “I can, and I will. He will serve as a reminder to all of your kind, but to all kinds as well, do not cross me.” she said. “He will be kept alive, he will be cared for, but he will remain in the cage until either he dies or I see fit to release him. Your kind, after all, has kept my mother in a cage since I was born, you were going to cage me as well. I think it is more than fitting that I keep him there. Take this warning to your people. I may be young and untaught, but I will exact revenge on any that seeks to do me any harm. I am not benevolent nor really all that kind.” “Let’s go and keep your mouths shut.” One of the angels said as he turned an

I finished the last stroke of my sketch and when I looked up, I looked right into Lilian's gaze as she leaned against the doorframe. She was holding two cups of coffee, squinting at my sketch behind those black-rimmed glasses. "The wings on the final draft of 'Caged' have three more fractures than the first version." My fingers froze. On the page, the bird's shattered feathers still reached stubbornly upward, exactly like my own heart the night I huddled in the supply room drawing this series. I drank the coffee, its bitter warmth spreading across my tongue. "Fractures are the price of breaking free from the cage, and the cracks let the light in."

said the pigeon " What ?? You are dying ...but .....but there's not even a single wound or any cut on your body .....are you hungry or thirsty ...???...or are you ill? ....tell me ...I'll help you ." said Cynthia with care for the pigeon in her eyes as she was an avid animal lover . She couldn't she didn't want to see any innocent animal or bird dying right in front of her. "No neither am I ill nor hungry or thirsty ....am dying because I have to. No medicine in this world can cure me...I have to die ..... I have to die ." Said the pigeon, his voice getting low and low with every single word he spoke.

I take a long swig of my beer as I try to collect myself before falling apart in front of all Alan’s birthday guests. Lincoln gives me a concerned look over Grace’s shoulder and it stirs something in me. I feel a string pull at my heart. I’m a bird - trapped in a small metal cage. And everyone see the door of that small cage as open but what they don’t see is that my little feathers have been clipped so short that I cannot fly. I have no way of escaping this cage. Not at the moment, at least and that makes me feel helpless.

“Okay.” She adjusted the blanket around him, tucking it lightly under his shoulders. “There once was a little bird,” she began softly, “who lived in a very large cage. The cage was beautiful. It was made of gold, and everyone who saw it thought the bird was lucky.” His eyes were already softer now. “But the bird didn’t care about gold,” she continued. “It cared about the sky.” He blinked slowly. “The bird would sit by the bars every day and look out at the open sky, wondering what it would feel like to fly without limits.”