Romans & histoires Caged Hearts

Some choices were made in the space between heartbeats, before the mind could interfere. The warehouse district lay on the eastern edge of the city, where buildings sagged against each other like drunks seeking support. Elowen navigated the maze of alleys in fox form, avoiding the few souls still awake at this hour. Drunks stumbling home. Thieves prowling for opportunity. A woman singing a sad song from a third-story window. The warehouse rose ahead, a hulking shadow against the lesser darkness. Its windows were broken, its doors hanging crooked on rusted hinges. The kind of place people avoided, which made it perfect for meetings that should not happen.

I guessed that either the room was soundproof or I was in some remote place. I looked down at the heavy black shackles wrapped around my feet. "They're heavy." Realizing I was completely imprisoned, I thought I might die. The faceless man who had kidnapped me had, in my mind, transformed into a cruel murderer. The cruel murderer became a terrifying organ trafficker, and the organ trafficker became a grotesque cannibal who devoured people. That image changed dozens of times before the locked door finally creaked open, and a black silhouette entered. The moment he stepped in, the world twisted into black and white. It warped. Sparks crackled around his face, distorting the space.

The absence of an air garden in this upper area weighs on their minds, intensifying their yearning for a breath of fresh air that remains elusive. Dangling from the chain, like a haunting specter, is the tear-drop-shaped empty cage. Its form casts eerie shadows across the chamber, a constant reminder of their confinement and the lingering hopelessness that accompanies it. The cage measures 6 feet in diameter, its imposing size magnifying their sense of captivity. The cold, dimly lit surroundings seem to amplify the sense of entrapment, enveloping them in a somber atmosphere.

He asked and then Heart raised her chin up and Cullen saw her crying face. “I just want him to wake up. But why he is not waking up, Sir?! This really hurts my heart!” Heart began to breakdown again. She then looked at the view from the 360 observation deck. “These lights, they remind me of that horrible event. Maybe this whole country. Maybe I just need to migrate to another country!” Heart was sobbing so hard. Cullen then stepped forward and stood next to her. “It is okay, just scream your feelings. It will help.” Cullen said. Heart continued venting out by whimpering and shouting what was hurting her.

My heart skipped a beat, my tears moist right then. I dropped to a crouch and held him, pressing my ear against his chest again. I could hear his heartbeat, thumping powerfully through his thin shirt. It was such a familiar sensation. It was Stan's heartbeat. As I closed my eyes, my tears flowed ever so quietly. We stayed like that for a while, and as I wiped my tears, I held Nathan firmly in my arms once more. "Please live a good life with Stan's heart." - Nathan walked with me to the gates of the orphanage, but I never once turned to look at him again.

he recalls with a laugh. ‘Caged’ By Martha Magdalena This cage my life Me useless to change it I know every corner of the cage I don’t know my capturers But I know their rules I know the consequences They want me to entertain them But I won’t Faces pressed to the window Cameras in their hand They search the cage for me They read the sigh Which has no insight to me They leave snacks in plain sight Wanting me to come out To give in to temptation But I won’t I am in control of my actions

Not until she had control. I need to build a cage, she thought. A cage inside my mind. A place where the wolf can wait until I'm ready. You cannot cage what is already caged, said the First Wolf. You must befriend it. You must become one with it. "I don't know how," she whispered. "I don't know how to be one with something that terrifies me." Then you must learn. --- She spent the morning in meditation. She sat in the snow, her eyes closed, her breathing slow and even. She reached inside herself, into the hollow place where the wolf paced. She felt its restlessness, its hunger, its desperate need to run.