Before The Morning Song Novels & Stories

Almost like a photograph. Small specs of diamond littered the surface of the water. But there were also the dark undertones with the deeper depths. “It’s beautiful,” I said looking from him to artwork and then back again. “It looks so…real.” “I call it the Morning’s Song.” His eyes held mine in their heated gaze. There was something else swimming behind those irises of his. “Or…Dawn.” “What?’” I coughed. “Dawn, you know. The early part of the day, the time when the sun first begins to rise.”

My online boyfriend had been my sister's nemesis. He and my sister had been desk mates in high school, always competing for the top spot in their grade. He ranked first, while she ranked second. They could barely stand each other, yet they both ended up attending the same university in our city. Every time my sister came home for a break, she spent days complaining to me about him. This time, she came home with her suitcase and an unusually bright smile on her face. Mom teased her. "How come you did not mention your favorite nemesis this time? You seem to be in such a good mood. Do you have something going on?" My sister laughed and handed Mom a gold necklace. "Here. Your future son‑

“Good.” Night before the city studio was not romantic in the soft sense. It was exact. I packed early. Reviewed the approved question list. Sang the song once under my breath in the lodge bathroom while Bertha hammered on the door telling me to hydrate. Tristan confirmed transport times twice. Sarel forced me into bed by eleven with the threat of academic disownment. I slept in fragments and woke ready enough. The city was a wider throat of sound.

Emily's POV It is still dark in the morning. Sun hasn’t been up. a high tenor voice came from my old broken cellphone, singing “Strawberry cake...” Oh, it's my favorite song by the xdinary heroes, a Korean band. But I am not happy to hear that song right now because this's the clock alarm I set last night. It's 7:00. Time to get up.

Dresses are quite a Homo here but she decided to tatter it instead, to make her a little manly. “How about the library?” Those words found its way out of her lips as she took a peek at the door, scanning to make sure the hallway was empty. Peek to the left then to the right. None. It was still dawn, after all, maybe others were still sleeping. She sighed with relief before finally opening the door wide open. “Teacher, Good morning, Mana is setting up the table!” A small and cute familiar individual shouted with joy in front of her.

She got lost in the sound of his voice and the warmth of his body; she didn't even realize the sun was coming up. A throat cleared behind them and Morgan jumped. She let go of the wheel and pulled away from Gavin like she had been caught doing something wrong. The ship jerked to the right and she almost fell over from it. Gavin was quick and grasped the wheel, straightening it. "What was the one thing I told you?" Gavin grumbled. She glanced behind him and saw Jason with a silly grin on his face. "Morning" He announced coming over to Gavin clapping him on the shoulder

The military base buzzed with life as dawn crept over the horizon, painting the sky in streaks of orange. Nero rose at 5:00 a.m., his body wired to the rhythm of discipline forged in survival. He stepped out of the mansion, its marble grandeur a stark contrast to the ones he is been used to in the war front, and began his morning jog. His boots pounded the concrete path, his breath steady despite the pace. Around him, soldiers jogged in formation, their gyration songs echoing—deep, rhythmic chants of war and brotherhood.

❣The next day❣ Yesterday night was a splending night..between the love birds Billie woke up so early this morning in Adrians arm..with a sweet smile on her face When she looked up at him, she smiled the more as he was sound asleep like a baby Hours has passed and they're preparing to start their journey Billie and Adrian came out of their tent as everything was packed up Billie moved towards her second mom (Sarah.J) "Good morning mom.." Billie said

They must be hoping for the element of surprise. As they always did, the women had a few minutes to take care of their personal needs at the latrine, and then they were expected to fall into line by the time the trumpeter played a different song, one they were also all familiar with. The notes of the lonely wake up song sounded haunting in the morning sky as Rain came back from taking care of her business. The trumpeter was playing softly so that the music didn’t care into town and alert the Mothers that they were on their way. The soft reverberations were mournful beneath a sky streaked with various shades of blue as the sun fought to climb over the horizon. It sounded more like a funeral d

" Samuel's voice dropped, a mix of warning and annoyance. However, he still joined me in the car. No surprise there. With the Gordon family's big meeting on the horizon, he needed Dad's backing. He would not dare snub him. However, he was stubborn. Once he settled into the passenger seat, he clammed up, his fingers dancing over his phone in silence. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of his screen as he typed out a message. [Sweetheart, don't be mad. I've got a surprise for you tomorrow when we meet.] He only looked up after sending it, and that's when I broke the silence. "Samuel, do you remember what June 4th is?"