Talkingbird Stories

I woke Him. I fed Him. I watched Him write fates with my own feathers. He was a blind God with blood on His hands-and I loved Him. But when He asked me to write my own fate, I learned the truth. 💔 A tragic slow-burn between a divine prisoner and the God he created. 🖋 Fate, death, betrayal-and the cost of loving something you shouldn't have written.

A story about a girl with a Toaster Head who really shouldve stayed in english class. warning: involves profanity and some of the weirdest rambling ive ever done. read at your own risk.