A Strange Hymn Novels & Stories

“Perspective is such a fluid thing. They see walls. I see… harmonies. And your song, you and your beloved, is one of the most dissonant and beautiful I’ve ever had the privilege to overhear.” He began to hum then, a meandering, discordant tune that plucked at a deep, sacred memory. It was Kairi’s tune. The private, off-key melody he hummed when he was deep in thought. A piece of his soul, now being whistled by this stranger in the void. “Stop that,” I snapped, the words lashing out sharper than I intended.

Otherwise, I might end up giving in to him before Samuel came. At this thought, I began to squirm frantically. I wanted to break free from his hold. Unexpectedly, something went wrong at this moment. The toy I had tucked inside my tracksuit fell to the ground during my squirming. Inside the grove, there was no other sound except our breathing. It was extremely quiet. When the toy hit the ground, the man immediately heard it. “I didn’t expect you to be this bold…” He clicked his tongue in mock admiration for a few seconds before bending down and picking up the toy.

Plus the fact that she was inside her dream. She scanned her surroundings. On her right side was a narrow road with a lamp post attached to a greenery shrub. At the end part of the road was a tree placed on the center of the road. How could that be? These strange things only happen in dreams. This must be a dream. A moment from now, a stranger will make an appearance. But he was still not here. He was always on his back while she attempted to talk to him. Where could he be? Was it him who called her? Or maybe this time, this is an ordinary dream. Where she will just forget about this when she awakens.

Day 180 March 19th Oak Street Apartment + Downtown _6 months since we met_ _A Tall HORNY Strangers_ 6 months ago today: I was crying in a hotel hallway. He was a stranger with a hoodie. He said: "You okay?" Today: I woke up in his t-shirt. In our bed. In our apartment. *6:30 AM - HE REMEMBERED* I forgot. He didn't. I woke up to smell. Pancakes.

Luna and Grayson turned to face the small gathering as Helena stood, prepared to give a toast. "I'm not good at emotional speeches," Helena began, "but Luna and Grayson have inspired me to try. Six months ago, we were strangers brought together by tragedy and secrets. Luna had just discovered she had sisters. Grayson was uncovering the truth about his family's crimes. I was consumed with revenge."

***** We all settled for the next period that I was already not interested in when the homeroom teacher walked in with a stranger trailing behind. “Hello Class, welcome your new colleague”, he announced, giving the floor to the new puppy looking student “Hello everyone, I am Oliver Scott”, he introduced as his shiny eyes scanned everywhere till it got to me and he locked eyes with me. Nothing about him was my cup of tea but I could swear that his eyes kept drawing me in. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. “Who is this mysterious stranger?”, I thought to myself as I folded my hands across my chest.

tagged, "Heav, Methodist!" His entry was strange. He took a glimpse from the door mat before he had his foot in. It was empty. The door clashed tight at his entrance, as expected, he turned instantly to try and get it open but to no avail. All he did was to move forward, which he did. He got to an extend where a music from a hymn played on...strangely by instruments. The rhythm went in "There's not a friend like the lowly Jesus!" As pleasing as it was to the ear, was how the harmony led John. He closed his eyes and stood still.

The stranger that I had betrayed They casted their stones Pitting him with the pains in their heart As he slowly accepted his fate His resistance couldn’t oppose A big stone crouched up his head Breaking and tearing through his skull He fell with a great thud Covered with tears and blood While the mob continued incessantly Being incited by unwavering hatred And their loyalism to religion The blaring of sirens And chants of the mob The blood of an innocent man Whom I had betrayed Who did nothing but believe I was confused My legs proposing to motion But he held me tight This time, I didn’t fight He didn’t need to speak I understood his plight In that cold dark night He still wouldn’t let me b

She giggled at the thought. And Shean finally released the burning heat of lust throughout her being. There seems to be a mysterious and blazing emotion that motivates her to release her screaming desire. She raised one arm to his nape and quickly pulled the man against her. On tiptoed, she gently draws near her lips to the stranger, who was for a moment has hesitation.

When she watched the old man from a close distance, she heard the old man voice slowly singing a hymn. The notes that came out of his mouth were magical. The tone contained a cold and mysterious feeling. When she listened carefully to the contents of the old man song, it was like there was a message in every word he said. “Whoever the one who starts, karma will be sent to them... where can humans run, when the grave is in front of their eyes... children of humans… the calculation is ahead... be careful and wise… because you don't can run everywhere...”