Wounded Bird Novels & Stories

The Maze. I gulped as the bird shivered, beady eyes watching me. "D-don't worry. I'll fix you.. but you cannot tell anyone. I promised AMA-" I paused, shaking my head. I do not know why I was talking to a bird. Studying its peculiar eyes for a bit, I took a long deep breath in, blowing softly on the wound. My breath grazed the feathers, then the open wound softly. I watched as the wound healed up in a matter of seconds, bones and flesh reforming.

I scoop it carefully in my hand, examining its wound - a blade cut. “Max, get it to the healer”, I say frantic as the bird whimpers in my hand. It bows its head tugging at the inner wings, as he comes up with a small paper rolled between its beak. I retrieve the paper, drawing lines on his head, as it goes still in my hand. Max picks the bird, getting it to the healer. I take a lungful of breath, this is not gonna be good news. The piece of paper burns in my hand, it’s covered with the concoction of the war, I unroll the piece in my hand,

Their attacks grew stronger, and an explosion occurred above the bottomless sea, causing massive waves there. BOOOMMMMMMM ARRRRRRR The carrion bird was covered in wounds, but that was still better than the small bird and small mouse, who were severely injured. Their vision began to blur, but thanks to their spirit, they managed to maintain their consciousness. The carrion birds attacked furiously, their bites and claws tearing at both of their necks. ARRRRRRR "You want to kill me? Don't count on it!" shouted the angry little mouse. "Hahaha, you want to kill me? A creature like you couldn't possibly!" said the little bird.

One of the birds went further to release its litter, dropping it conveniently on the wolve’s eyes. The wolves yelped in surprise and pain. Momentarily blinded, it lost its footing, tumbling away from the car and taking out two of its packmates in the process. I couldn’t believe my eyes. “Did that really just happen?” I wondered aloud, regaining control of the wheels again as a hysterical giggle bubbled up my throat. Were the birds actually trying to help me? it seemed impossible and yet…

I pondered as I began to trace the sound, but all my efforts were in vain because I wasn't able to figure out where exactly the sound was coming from. “Kree-aa,” I turned to leave when I heard a sharp, piercing yet sorrowful pain behind me, and bent down a little bit and stumbled over a majestic creature, a phoenix lying on the ground. Its vibrant feathers are matted with blood and its wings are stretched out limply. The phoenix's eyes were so dull and weak that I couldn't help but feel bad about its messy state. The wound on its body was so obvious that it was bleeding excessively. “Oh, poor thing,” I whispered, my voice soft and soothing. “What happened to you?”

Blood seeped through her clothes and soaked my left arm. I saw her face. Even in the dark I could see how pale she was, her skin cold. A wound like that… internal bleeding. I didn’t have time to reach the Nest. I didn’t have time to make it down into the valley. “Hold on, hold on,” I whispered into her hair, though I knew she couldn’t hear me. Life was slipping out of her like water through stone cracks. “I saved you, Sadira. You can endure this.” But my wingbeats weakened. The tip of my right wing was struck by a bullet, pain lancing through the bone. My maneuvering ability was crumbling fast.

"What happened, buddy." "There was a bird," I said. "In the garden. By the thorn bush. It was hurt, its wing was wrong, and I went in to get it even though I knew I wasn't supposed to go in alone." I looked down at my hands. "I held it. And something happened. My hands got warm, like actually warm, warmer than they should've been outside in the cold. And there was — I don't know what to call it. Like light, but not really light. It went into the bird. And its breathing got better. And the cuts on my hands from the thorns, they just closed up. Like they were never there." The hallway went very quiet.

When the slow rise and fall of his chest stops, Loyalty crumples over, and literally Kim Kardashian ugly cries over his lifeless body, just as sirens can be heard in the distance. It takes over an hour before the paramedics convince Loyalty to let Jonny’s body go. She picks up his gun and clutches it to her and continues to cry out. Bo and Max are on their knees, their arms locked around her as the three of them wail together over their loss of him. It’s hours before anyone can get her to move from the spot where Jonny’s soul has left this Earth. For what it’s worth, I’m sorry and I wish it was me who took that bullet for her!

Blood and- death. I looked up to see his empty eyes struggle to focus on me. Patches of blood and dirt decorated his bony face leaving no room for an expression. He stretched towards me slowly trying to grab me. I moved back swiftly avoiding the hand and put all my energy into the swing of my weapon. The sound of flesh tearing came clearly even with my eyes closed. I opened my eyes to see his hand that had been stretched was now on the ground moving like it had a life of its own.

I said looking at the birds who were shivering with fear. Taking the food out of the packet I was holding in my hand, slowly moving towards them with affection, I kept the food near them. "Have them sweet little birdies" Firstly they hesitated a bit but then hoping with little steps they came forward and started eating the food chippering happily. Such a beauty, it was a heart warming seen to look at them. "Now let's go" I suggested of going back to the room when I realized he is injured, and this rain is not good for his wounds.