A Place Without No Name Lyrics Novels & Stories

An empty street, an empty house A hole inside my heart I'm all alone, the rooms are getting smaller I wonder how, I wonder why I wonder where they are The days we had, the songs we sang together Oh, yeah And oh, my love I'm holding on forever Reaching for the love that seems so far So, I say a little prayer And hope my dreams will take me there Where the skies are blue To see you once again, my love Overseas, from coast to coast To find a place I love the most Where the fields are green To see you once again My love (Source: G****e) Finally, they finished dancing, as Niken, her best friend, finished singing. "Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!" The shouts of the guests wanting them to kiss again began to be

Honestly, I couldn’t remember. The music hadn’t started yet. Just the low hum of chatter, clinking glasses, and random bursts of laughter from the tables crowding the stage. There was a small platform tucked in the corner—cables everywhere, amps beat to hell, and a vintage mic stand that looked like it had stories to tell. On the drum kit, the words “No Name” were duct-taped in jagged black lettering. I smirked. No Name. Clever.

At 3:00 AM, the biting cold wind howled through the mountain fields, where countless unmarked graves lay scattered across the land. Eloise shivered, her voice trembling with unease. "Couldn't we have done this tomorrow? Why did it have to be tonight? Don't you find this place scary?" Gavin's tone remained flat, his voice cutting through the cold night air. "Isn't there a hotel or inn near the gravesite?" Eloise scoffed, "Look around. We're in the middle of nowhere. Do you really think there's anything out here?"

“Mia, thank you. Thank you for not giving up on life. Thank you for still being here. “Wait for me. I’m coming for you now. “This time, I won’t let go. I won’t let you leave me ever again.”

Niamh tried to pull Beau away, but he clung to the box with all his strength. Suddenly, the box toppled over. Plastic straws spilled out in all directions, scattering across the stage. Among the straws was a pink sticky note that fluttered to the floor. The words on the note were caught by the camera, and it was projected onto the large screen for everyone to see. It wrote, "You think 200 bucks is enough to make someone stay up all night building a space fortress? Dream on!" Beau collapsed onto the stage floor, staring in shock as the straws rolled across the floor.

I jumped out and sprinted towards the building. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of stale cigarette smoke and cheap perfume. The dim lighting cast long, distorted shadows that danced on the walls. My heart pounded in my ears as I cautiously made my way through the maze of dimly lit corridors. The sound of muffled voices led me to a heavy, metal door. I pressed my ear against it, trying to discern the conversation on the other side. The voices were low, but I could make out a few words: "Sylvester... money... deadline."

The day didn't pass... The hours..didn't fly.. The minutes..didn't pause... The heart didn't beat till the time I didn't miss you, You were my soul.. My heart... My forever.. But now my body is just a mere ashes.. Living without you in the bare land.. With no signal of love, Wandering all around the dessert looking for the water.. Water of love And more especially you. ____________________________________________________

*** You don't need to love desperately It's alright to not be happy for a day And yet you are perfect, my dear Umm... There's still a lot of blanks It's like I'm wandering around endlessly Between unsolved and hateful assignment As if every day seems to be a well-planned joke. The more I run, the more it escapes from me Just life, we're still good without luck Even if you're lost, keep walking lightly (Take your time) There's no right, actually, everyone might want to cry Because they don't want to be sad Maybe that's why they get mad

The guy hum thoughtfully, "Do you want to go somewhere else?" She tilted her head, "Where?" They end up in a nearby convenience store, sitting at the sparse metal chair, nursing the cheap can coffee they just bought. It should be weird, being with this guy that she just met, but it's not-seminyak street that seem to bustling with life is now quiet, apart from some nearby club that still open. "How long have you've been here?" The guy ask, curious. His fingers tapping lightly on the table top, seeming to follow a tune that he can only understand. It's endearing, actually.

Right before I turned off my phone, I'd received one last message from the wedding planner. [Mr. Duggan, all the paperwork has been taken care of.] I replied: [Thank you.] Then I powered it down. Outside, the sea of clouds stretched on like an endless, silent snowfall. I closed my eyes. For the first time, I realized how light it felt—not having to be the steady one. Not having to be praised for being obedient.