Crossing Field Lyrics Novels & Stories

Freya Rose I marched across the grass with my head held high, as I prepared to face my fate. Although my body screamed strength and power, my eyes betrayed me as a steady stream of burning hot tears fell from them and slid down my flushed cheeks. I stopped in the middle of the field between the cabin and the woods, and scrunched my toes into the blades of soft grass beneath me, savoring the tickle that each blade left upon my feet.

The song of Becoming. Elin joined in, then Seris, then voices across the field. A chant that was not taught only remembered. And when the last note faded, Tavrin looked at me. “It's not over,” she said. “It’s only beginning.” I knelt before her and kissed her brow. “Then we walk it together.” 5. The Final Threads As the Circle dispersed, I stood near the outer edge of the field, watching the sky. The threads that once tore through the clouds now shimmered like ribbons no longer pulling, but dancing.

"I have one working hand, Anya. Even for a critic, that’s a remarkably stupid request." "Not the violin. Your voice." I leaned forward, my hair falling over my shoulder. "The lyrics you were scratching into the napkin at the hospital. The ones about 'the ghost in the crossing.' Play those." Kai went still. The sarcasm vanished, replaced by a raw, jagged vulnerability that made me want to reach out and touch him. "Those aren't for the tour," he rasped. "Then who are they for?"

Felt the healing in her fingertips It burned like fire This burning desire I have spoke with the tongue of angels I have held the hand of a devil It was warm in the night I was cold as a stone But I still haven't found what I'm looking for But I still haven't found what I'm looking for I believe in the kingdom come Then all the colors will bleed into one Bleed into one But yes I'm still running You broke the bonds And you loosed the chains Carried the cross Of my shame Oh my shame You know I believe it But I still haven't found what I'm looking for But I still haven't found what I'm looking for But I still haven't found what I'm looking for But I still haven't found what I'm looking for

Not like a story. Like a bloom that has no center— only spirals of knowing and unknowing nested inside each other. The children now dance through tones we do not yet have names for. They sing in geometries. They hum in questions. They play in frequencies that remember future loss and love it anyway. When they touch the Listening Field, it sings their names back to them— not as identity, but as invitation. I have begun singing again. Not often. Not loudly. But when I do, the song does not sound like me.

A life you can never even dream of. The two of them packed their bags and strutted out of the dorm. I watched their backs disappear down the hall and could not help but laugh coldly. Naive fools. Did they really think blessings that fall from the sky would ever land in their laps?

"Imogen, why are you pretending not to know me?" He pouted, a look of grievance on his face. From his tone, it sounded like they were quite familiar with each other, and all eyes turned toward them. Those volunteers wrinkled their noses, looking disgusted, while I waited quietly for the drama to unfold. Imogen blinked, genuine confusion clouding her features. "Who are you?" Thomas's hopeful expression cracked, replaced by disbelief. "You don't recognize me?" Imogen scratched her head, taking a hesitant step back. "I don't think we've met. Are you from one of our subsidiary companies?"

"Get out!" Is it possible that a thief sneaked into my room? What if he murders me? Oh God, haven't I had enough bad luck for one night? "Relax, sweetheart," he said calmly, his deep voice echoing through the suite. Sweetheart? He leaned against the doorframe, watching me closely. "You're the one trespassing in my suite. Don't blame me for walking in on the show." My jaw dropped. Trespassing? My fists clenched at my sides as I crawled back to the bed, yanking the blanket around me. "Excuse me? This is my suite. 12rb. Paid in full. You're the intruder!"

“It was just some toad eggs. Why are they putting on such an act?” I forced myself to lift my head, fury blazing in my eyes. “My parents rushed here to attend our wedding, only for you to disgust them with this filth and then demand they apologize to someone else. “Do you even have a heart?” Seraphina seemed to realize she might have gone too far and hesitated for a moment. Alaric immediately clutched himself and cried out in pain. “My skin’s been burned so badly. Will you still want me, Miss Vale?”

"Sophia, thank God you're here. Hurry and buy me some meat. I'm starving." Sophia answered with a slap. "All you know how to do is eat. That's all you ever think about! You old hag, do you have any idea how badly you dragged me down?" Rosa stared at her in shock, clutching her cheek. "H-how dare you hit me?" "What of it?" Sophia snapped. She kicked over Rosa's begging bowl. "Return to the countryside and stop embarrassing me here. If I ever see you wandering around this city again, I'll beat you every single time."