InterActiveNovels: The Birds
The most beautiful thing for a seagull is to glide over Cornwall in total silence. My feathers were gently caressed by the wind, the sea was blue, the white cliffs shone with light. I was happy to fly with my feathered companions. My head was white while the others’ were black. I felt a sense of purity. I breathed happiness. None of them knew my true nature — or that I understood the reason for the imminent attack on humans. To do this, it was essential to get in tune with the leader of the flock. At first, in his eyes I saw love for life shining, and then a sudden darkness. We all screamed. The hate was palpable. Our enemy was a small cottage on a hill, surrounded by the sea and waves crashing against the rocks. I felt imprisoned inside the flock. I was forced by nature to use all my strength to hit the door with my beak. Then came the others, who didn’t just peck at me but also at the door. I started to bleed. What suffering — the pain was so intense that I could no longer open...
