Cirice Lyrics Ghost Novels & Stories

"You're the one I want oh Before my liver start to fail You're the one I need oh Before cassava start to hail And if I ever leave oh Make water carry me dey go Far away, far away" I danced to the lyrics as I sang along, my voice sang higher when it came to the chorus "She say give me assurance Assurance I give my baby assurance I give my baby lifetime insurance Assurance, assurance I give my baby assurance I give my baby lifetime insurance Biggie biggie Heavy heavy (Chei) Baby do you want me? Haba" I almost screamed louder to express my pain, I knew I was being being dramatic but please. Give me a break. I just watched the first guy I kiss take another girl on an Ice Cream Date right after w

He muttered and smiled a sad one before walking out of the room; then, I went close to my body to look at it intently. "I felt his touch. I felt my father's hand holding mine!" I let out when I noticed the four ghosts who just passed through the wall on my right. They must have seen my father walking into my room. One of my new ghost friends is Ericka, who got here three weeks ago because of a motorbike accident, and Lucinda, a middle-aged woman who got a heart attack a month ago. "Really?" Clinton asked in surprise and examined my physical body closely, and Dylan tried to touch my left barefoot.

I recorded the melody, layering the notes with the specific rhythmic pauses we had invented as children to communicate without words. The light is fading from the stone, and I walk the empty halls alone. But in the dark, I hear your name,The ghost of love, the dying flame.If time has stolen what we knew,I’ll burn the world to get to you. ​I played the recording back. It sounded haunting, a thin, lonely line of sound that carried the weight of everything I was losing. It was the only way to remind her that I was still here, somewhere underneath the code and the protocols. It was a beacon for two ghosts lost in the same graveyard.

By the time Richard arrived, the funeral was almost over. Everyone who had come to say goodbye was gone. Only I remained. I wanted a little more time with Chloe. She'd always been clingy. And she was afraid of the dark. "Richard, see? I told you Selena was lying. If this were really a funeral, why is nobody here? This is obviously another stunt to get you to come home." Grace's voice cut through the silence. Richard's face darkened.

As she said all these, her voice kept increasing by an octave before finally heaving a sigh of regret saying in a tiny voice, "but I gave them all up for you, oh mighty one, so please can I have today, just this night to sulk in peace?" "..." Silence Another deafening round of silence. "As you wish." Then he turned into smoke and dissipated. Just like that? Really? A cool breeze slithered in through the open curtains but because of the recent departure of a certain ice block, it felt warm. Geneva didn't let her eyes close even for a microsecond for the love of her dear life. She kept wondering if this mysterious ghost –whose name she didn't know of– had anything up his sleeve with the way he

Roy feared what would happen if she managed. Somewhere in the recesses of Ian’s weakened mind, he heard the song Amazing Grace and had an overwhelming desire to hear it. With a voice barely above a whisper, he begged his lovely Melody to sing it to him. She gave her father a bewildered look, but couldn’t deny him his request. It took a few verses before her voice steadied and the words could be clearly enjoyed, but when they did, they seemed to amplify into the night.

Maybe I'll kiss your scars and wrap your insecurities around the sun and we will watch it burn like the sky on a new year. Maybe I'll kiss your soul and ask your spirit if it is new here.. I've seen you before I've loved you before I died and came back Just to love you some more_______ CRYSTAL------ Before you met me, my day was calm and my night was restless I am not oblivious to the chaos asleep in my heart Or the tornado flushing in my head There is a hurricane wheezing around my lungs A summer heat bubbling in my belly Pent up frustration hovers beside my ears

“…Yes.” The honesty cuts beautifully. Like truth always should. I lift my other hand to his cheek. My thumb traces the stubble there familiar, comforting, grounding. “Ares,” I breathe, “They are not gone.” A wind stirs gentle, warm. Aria’s softness. A crackle of static dances across my fingertips Clara’s fire. “They’re not ghosts. They’re not fading. They’re not trapped.” His breath catches. “They’re pieces of me,” I say.