The Caged Bird Wow Novels & Stories

Freedom. I run for it. But when I stand up, my head slams into something. The entire world shakes. And I instantly tip over, a wave of nausea roiling down my clogged chest as I fall down on my bottom. My outstretched hands hit against the golden bars that I hadn’t thought that actually existed. It’s a cage. Not just a cage. A massive birdcage hanging from the ceiling.

From the moment I married into the Blackwood family, my life could never return to its original state. I had thought the Blackwood family was a cage and I was a caged bird, believing that breaking free from the cage would mean freedom. Now, I realized I had never had the right to choose. I was just a canary moving from one cage to another, with no escape, forever trapped.

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.

“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.”

Not like a cage. Like a battlefield.

he said in firm tone making me sighed in dismay and I walked towards the main entrance while thinking about mystery of west wing because this useless guard won't tell me anything, but the west wing had always been a cause of curiosity for me that what secret was hidden there, but his fear never gave me the courage to go inside the West Wing but now I thought I should take a look at what's in there, maybe I'll find something that could help me free myself from this prison. "Very good, you know how to dig a hole for yourself” my inner voice spatted sarcastically to which I gulped down. She was right, he wouldn't waste a second tearing me apart if he got to know about this, I hadn’t forgotten h

" At eighteen, I had been like a wildflower—tough, resilient, unyielding. Even on a barren cliffside, a wildflower could break through stone, shake off the dust, and reach for the sun and rain. Maybe I once strayed down the wrong path. Maybe I had been lost and struggling. But in the end, I reached for myself and pulled myself out of the darkness. Thankfully, at thirty-five, I was still that same person. I lost myself once. But I found my way back. And so, I smiled—light, free, at peace.

"If you had read all her scripts, you'd know she's even more impressive than you think." Jack struggled to look away from the script. Finally, he lifted his gaze. "I have a feeling that when this film is released, thousands will be mesmerized by her talent. She's like a goddess who uses her imagination to create an utterly dazzling world!" Jamie high-fived him. "That's exactly what I thought when I saw her first work. She's a genius!" Timothy clapped. "I'm going to assemble the team right now. Melanie, you're just too amazing. It's such a shame I'm only getting to know you now!"