Living with the Unseen Living with the Unseen is a psychological and atmospheric short story that follows Loran, a night-shift nurse whose ordinary life fractures as she encounters unexplained presences in familiar spaces. As reality blurs and silence deepens, the story explores the invisible forces that exist around us—unnoticed, unnamed, and quietly powerful. This is not only Loran’s story, but a reflection of everyone who lives beside the unseen without ever realizing it. Loran lived her life by routines. Wake. Work. Return. Repeat. They grounded her, kept her thoughts orderly, and left little room for imagination. She had never believed in signs or superstitions. Life, to her, was practical—measured in heartbeats, charts, and quiet acts of care. As a practicing nurse working overnight shifts, Loran was accustomed to silence. Hospitals at night breathed differently. Hallways stretched longer, lights dimmed, and every sound—footsteps, distant machines, the rustle of papers—felt ampli...
Why the Birds Flew Away
“Why the Birds Flew Away” is a heartwarming short story about childhood friendships, shy beginnings, and the mysterious ways kindness comes full circle. Through the innocent eyes of Stella, a bird-loving girl, and her two friends, Ted and Phillips, the story explores how small moments of laughter, pranks, and silent gratitude can leave lasting impressions.
Summer had just ended. Ted, now in eighth grade, began writing in his journal about his “Summer Adventure Break.” He wrote honestly about how it felt to be a bad student and how hard it was to make new friends. But he also wrote about his two closest companions—Phillips and Stella—and the unforgettable adventures they shared every summer. Their friendship was built on trust, kindness, and laughter.
When Ted read his journal entry aloud to the class, everyone listened with quiet interest. Afterwards, Phillips, his classmate, approached him and asked, “Hey, wanna be friends?”
Ted was shy, but Phillips was friendly and talkative. They quickly bonded over their shared love for science and mutual hatred for math—too many confusing rules and too much to memorize.
Stella, Ted’s next-door neighbor, was three years younger and had a special love for birds. Every day after school, she could be seen chasing pigeons and sparrows in the park, arms stretched wide.
“Why are you all flying away from me?” she’d call out. “I just want to be your friend!”
One afternoon, Ted and Phillips spotted Stella chasing after a group of birds again. They couldn’t help but laugh—until they saw the disappointed look on her face. “Poor little Stella,” Phillips whispered. “She’s really serious about those birds.”
So, one weekend, the boys decided to play a trick on her.
That morning, Stella walked outside and froze. In front of her building were two large, colorful birds standing perfectly still on the grass.
Her eyes sparkled. “Finally! I get to be a real bird caretaker!”
She approached them slowly, careful not to scare them. But as she drew near, smaller birds surrounded the big ones, pecking and flapping noisily. The large birds looked uncomfortable. Stella tried to feed them sunflower seeds, but they didn’t move. When she held her hand out, they started pecking at her fingers!
Still determined, Stella ran home to grab a wagon and shovel, thinking she could gently move the birds and bring them inside. But the birds were heavy and wouldn’t budge. While she ran back to the garage to find more tools, the birds mysteriously disappeared.
“Thank goodness we made it out!” whispered the two birds—Ted and Phillips in costume—laughing as they slipped away.
Days later, Stella was still thinking about those strange birds. “I even picked names for them,” she told Ted and Phillips. “Winy and Si. Aren’t they perfect?”
Phillips smiled but didn’t say anything.
A week later, Stella heard the doorbell ring. When she opened the door, she gasped. A white birdcage sat on her porch, holding two live cockatiels—one pink, one yellow. A small note was tied to the cage:
“Stella, you’re my special sweet friend. Thank you for being the best friend ever.”
She looked around, but no one was there. From that day on, she took care of Winy and Si with all her heart, rereading the note often, wondering who had sent them.
Years passed. Stella entered seventh grade, then began thinking about high school. She chose Clifton High, the same school Ted and Phillips attended. By then, they were in their sophomore year.
On her first day, Stella wandered the halls, lost and confused. She politely asked a boy passing by, “Excuse me, could you help me find the main office?”
“Sure,” he said kindly. “You new here?”
“Yeah,” Stella nodded. “And you?”
“I’m a senior,” he said. “About to graduate soon.” Then he paused. “I go by Phillips. And what’s your sweet name?”
“Stella,” she replied with a smile.
“Wow… beautiful name,” he said, his eyes thoughtful. “You know, years ago I met a girl named Stella who used to chase birds and ask, ‘Why did the birds fly away?’”
Stella stared at him, heart pounding.
“Anyway,” Phillips said, waving, “see you around—and good luck in high school!”
That evening, as Stella sat with Winy and Si, she smiled to herself. She finally knew who had given her the birds all those years ago.
Have you ever received a gift without knowing who gave it—or done something kind without expecting anything in return?
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