I never knew I'd be the type of person to do lots of stories at once but ideas just keep coming. This story actually has some truth around it. I got inspiration from a camp we went on at school. Enjoy. Prologue.
If you looked, you could see its cuts and bruises If you listened, you would hear a voice full of loneliness and loss. If you cared, you would know what it wanted. And nobody cared.
In the quiet night of a Wednesday's afternoon, a cry was heard. A mourning cry for a lost friend; full of sorrow and loss. The cockatoo cried. It's only friends had gone. But how could a cockatoo bond with the type of giant creature that was responsible for trapping it in a zoo? The cockatoo's mind whirred. Sometimes things were unclear to him. He hoped one day he could know everything; Surpass the physical problem of being 'just a bird'. Many people said to him that he was 'just a bird'. But these friends didn't. This was so confusing. The cockatoo slunk back onto its sleeping perch with the other birds in the cage. A hope sparked in the bird's heart that one day, the friends might come back.
This is just the prologue so I didn't do much. The real first chapter is going to be released on Christmas.