Wounded Bird Novels & Stories

he whispered to himself, determination reflected in his eyes. In the other side of the forest, a skinny young man with dark curly hair and tan skin wearing a hunter outfit with bows and arrows were sitting quietly beside a spring. There were beautiful flowers around the spring, also two blue birds perching on a tree stump on the other side of the spring, watching the young man patching up their friend with white cloth. “There, all done,” the young man said, smiling happily as he put the wounded blue bird beside its friend on the stump. The birds chirped to each other as they were reunited. The wounded bird could not flap its wings, but its friends sat by aroun

Marco just can't go because he still depends on his wife. Meanwhile, Luis and Dinda are currently just taking a walk around the park. It looks like the weather today is very beautiful, very suitable for walking. The sun isn't too hot either, Dinda and Luis are just walking casually today. The blue sky looks very beautiful, and the birds in the park can be seen flying freely. Luis and Dinda are currently starting to stop for a while to feed the birds in this park. "I didn't know there was a park inhabited by many birds like this!" said Dinda.

Never mentioned how he bled out on our kitchen floor because I couldn't control the thing inside me. White wolf wounds heal if you forgive. Just touch the wound, let go of the anger, and the bleeding stops. Simple. Except I'd learned that particular trick too late for it to be useful. A crow landed on the fountain's edge, cocked its head at me. Black eye to black eye. It opened its beak—about to caw, probably—then thought better of it and flew off. Smart bird. I pressed the heels of my hands into my eyes until I saw fireworks. Red and gold starbursts behind my lids. The pressure helped, somehow. Kept everything from spilling out.

Therefore, Wonder had the chance to move at a constant speed. I had a thought that the metal shield should arrest one of the bold birds so that I could see their nature. No, it's an abomination they are spiritual birds you can’t see them on land with your physical eyes. I altered the word. Spiritual shield arrest one of the bold birds. Suddenly all the bold birds disappeared. Even not a single one could be seen. I asked Wonder where are the birds? He said their time of operation was up so they had to withdraw. Again the bold birds operate in a high sea and we had crossed their boundary of operation.

The fence is crap down here, all broken and battered, and nature’s suffering, yet again, for humanity’s dumbfuck ignorance. Even in boots I can move quietly when I need to. I’m slow and steady, making sure I talk to the bird real softly as I make my way over. He flaps hard but he can’t go anywhere. His eyes don’t leave mine at all, and when I get there he caws at me but doesn’t freak out like I thought he might. His feathers are muddy and trashed. His leg looks sore where the wire’s cut him, but it seems like he can still move it.

Mariano is just a second name, not his surname. “Found that peregrine while looking for firewood at the mountain foot. It’s on the ground already with a wound on its claw. But this is the disturbing part,” he stated while pointing at the wings of the peregrine. Below, it is a bulging tumor. “I suspect that is a bullet stuck for a long time already. It pains him.” “There are smaller lumps around it as well,” Oneil said while observing the bird. “This might get malignant.”