The Caged Bird Wow Novels & Stories

And my heart chose to break on its free will. The room was silent as I kept playing, and I let the notes climb up to the chorus: So call it a cage. Go on and call it a cage. I know how it must look from the outside. Call it a cage. Go on and call it a cage. But you weren't there when the tears are dried. Call it a cage. Go on and call it a cage. Some doors you can open, and some doors you can’t. So call it a cage, Go on. And I'll call it mine.

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!"

Alanis POV I awake in a cage, again. For the second time in my life, I am confined. This time by someone who is more psychotic than the last wolf that locked me away. This one is delusional and crazy. I look around the room and see him, and he is staring at me, looking at me and wanting me. I can sense his want for me. His raw desire for me, and it grosses me out.

“It hurts to see that you are sitting in front of me, despite seeing your head separated away from your neck that day. It hurts to see that you talk to me but I do not understand a bit. It hurts to see that you are here, watching me sad but do not hug me. It hurts to know that I cannot be engulfed in your warmness. It hurts to have the disability to ask you the questions that linger in my mind. ” Afterwards, her lifeless yet sad eyes glanced at me while I felt like her words were becoming snakes that kept tightening their grip around me. It felt like they kept on biting me and as Cressida’s words sank inside me, the poison of the snake’s bite was spreading slowly but making me useless with t

I got up slowly, and swallowed hard. “Oh, God! They’ve all gone. Is this how I would die or something?’ I placed the while close to my chest, and tried to manifest the queen coming to save me. I needed her more than ever, and I was willing to do every single thing that she said this time. I wouldn’t argue or anything. Suddenly, I heard a cacophony of howls, and then, there was silence. A clean white wolf prowled into the dungeon like she owned the place. Without thinking, I looked at the whistle, and it was exactly the same breed with the wolf, there was no difference.

, Asher said looking utterly defeated. "Lets play my Hope game for the last time. Please.", I urged politely trying to change the topic. Asher nodded his head as I closed my eyes. Soon I could feel warm hands holding my cold ones. "How do you feel?", Asher asked softly. "Numb.", was my true reply. "How is your heart?" "Broken." "What can you see?" "A caged bird." "Can she fly?" "No, her wings are broken." "What colour do you see?" "Black."

I wish I could be with them, I wish I could transform into a tiny bird and fly out of this cage that holds me prisoner. The sun is rising at the horizon, it spills pink and golden colours. Its light is too bright, I shield my eyes with my hands. If I wasn't in so much excruciating pain and confined in a cage, the sunrise would have been a sight to behold but not today. Not now that I'm a captive, lessened to the level of a lowly beast. My dignity has been snatched away and ripped into shreds. I can't cry. Tears have evaded me. I've got no tears left, I've shed all I could.

Violet’s breath caught in her chest, the weight of his question pressing down on her harder than any touch. The scenary felt unbearably still, every sound, the faint hum of the wind and the cricket , the distant honks of the cars passing by, dissolving into silence. His gaze pinned her in place, steady and unyielding, as though he could see through every wall she had carefully built. She wanted to speak, to offer him the truth he deserved, yet the words tangled at the edge of her tongue like thorns. Violet realized that silence could be louder, more dangerous, than any lie.