The Sparrow Novels & Stories

His eyes scanned my features while he spoke, creating an impression that I was inferior to him. I felt familiar anger building up inside me when his words triggered a bristling reaction. The icy tone of my voice conveyed that Sparrow's manner of addressing me was unacceptable. Throughout the years you had multiple opportunities to join Dawn's life and yet ignored them. Don't pretend like you care now.”

After Ivy left, Sparrow entered with a formal bow. "I am Sparrow Wilson, granddaughter of Nanny Winters. Elder Morgan has assigned me to serve you alongside Ivy." I studied her cautiously. "You mean to spy on me for Elder Morgan." Sparrow didn't flinch. "My loyalty is to Elder Morgan, yes. But through her, it extends to you." Her frankness was refreshing. "At least you're honest about it." Alone at last, I reflected on Elder Morgan's naive faith in family reconciliation. I had lived through my parents' rejection once before.

I feel my phone vibrate in my hand and I look down, seeing a new message from Sparrow, who I have a date with tonight. -Meet me out front tonight at nine on the dot. I won't tolerate tardiness, Harley. And as for your outfit, I want you in something black, short, and wearing no panties...If you fucking disobey my order, I'll slice them to shreds with my knife. Don't be late, Harley, and don't disappoint me either. - Sparrow I almost choked on the sip of my coffee that slid down my throat the wrong way as I reread his message, completely shocked at the dominant nature. What am I supposed to say back to that?

Oh well. “As you wish,” I say with a dramatic wave of my hand “You can be my loyal bodyguard, Zen!” “We should discuss salary, My Lady.” “I’ll leave Sparrow to you once I’m gone.” He glances down at me, a brow raised “Sparrow?” I pat the horse’s cheek “He’s fast like one, isn’t he?” Hawk or Falcon or some other bird doesn’t seem to suit. I lean down to look at Sparrow. “What do you think, Sparrow?” I ask him, moving his hair away from his eye

Dear baby bird Dear sparrow You look alot like me when I lost my wings Dear baby bird don't be discouraged maybe freedom doesn't come in touching the sky Chorus You can fly in the ocean You can soar in your soul you don't need wings to feel free Dear baby bird Dear sparrow Don't feel pressure I know you just wanted to heal Dear sparrow Just hush now may be freedom comes when We don't need to make a sound You can fly and the ocean You can soar in your soul

Catherine's eyes twinkled with joy as she ogled at the sparrow. "Oh my God. You pretty little cutie pie, I never knew Mr. Mute would have a pet sparrow. You little thing; you're so gorgeous. I wonder what's your name blue." Catherine said cheerfully as she talked to the sparrow as the sparrow made chirrup notes as if talking back. "I love you already." Catherine smiled as she put her forefinger in the cage and teased the sparrow. "Thank God I found someone to talk to in this brooding, silent room of his," Catherine said as she moved away.

The easily six inch wide wreath of monkshood surrounding the bird is what has set my beast off. “Well?” she asks, her voice muffled by the pillow and her arm. “Right here…” I trace the sparrow, “is a sparrow.” “Like what you call me?” her delight is evident in her voice. “Yes baby. The greeks believed it to symbolise deep love and connection.” My finger drifts to the deadly wreath encircling the little sparrow.

He gives me whiplash with his back and forth emotions. A little sparrow sits on the windowsill in front of me grooming his feathers, he looks so carefree. I keep waiting for that moment when my life will finally begin, but it forever remains just out of reach. I watch the little sparrow fly off into the woods, joining the chorus of birdsong surrounding the house. How I yearn for that same freedom, to just spread my wings and fly. I yearn for the freedom do decide my own destiny. I want to live my life on my own terms.

I shake my head, "No, I didn't. My younger sister did. She favors embroidery, so she made me this lucky charm. It is a song sparrow, pretty right?" General Li smiles, "How kind of her. Now that you mention it, it is quite common to see song sparrows nowadays." Song sparrows.. oh, yes. Now that General Li has mention it, I do notice there have been a great amount of song sparrows surrounding us. They are the birds that have been flying in the sky. But.. Something is connecting here. What's the connection? "A Song Sparrow's diet is higher in seeds in the autumn and the winter," I blurt out my thoughts, hoping to realize the connectivity.

ACE. The SUV comes to a standstill at the top of Peak Mountain. Stepping out of the vehicle, I take one final drag of my cigarette and then toss it onto the ground, tilting my head back. Exhaling through my nostrils, I take a minute to admire the cloudless sky and allow the warmth of the sun to caress my face. It’s the only sensation that doesn’t seem to piss me off and while I can, I’m going to indulge in it every chance I get until my Little Bird is returned and back safely in my arms.