Crossing Field Lyrics Novels & Stories

The acoustics of the room filter out the music from the rest of the club, while gently dispersing the rhythmic and calming sounds of the acoustic alternative song. Feeling my weight lighten, Sam’s hands on my hips, Max’s right arm around my waist, and Damon closing in to join, my body reacts smoothly with this strange new dance of four. As each of them move my body to their visual and tactile pleasure and me feeling like their personal dancer on strings, my mind starts to drift to thoughts of the massive black wolf, the vampire sucking my neck, and the man with the large black angel wings swooping us four to the heavens.

“We are not just the future, they say that too often, as if our power is always tomorrow. We are the present. We are now. And the lines we cross today will shape the generations that follow. So I ask you, no, I invite you, to cross them with me.” The room erupted. Applause thundered through the hall, echoing off the walls. Some stood to their feet, clapping until their palms reddened. Others whistled, shouted her name, and raised their fists in solidarity. The flash of cameras stung her eyes, but she didn’t flinch. She smiled, breathless, her heart pounding not from fear but from exhilaration. By the time she stepped offstage, she felt lighter, as though a weight she hadn’t even realised she

"Victor, you're overthinking this. We have nothing to do with each other anymore. There's no reason for me to be angry." The whispers around us grew louder, and all eyes were locked onto me. I didn't like the feeling and tried to walk around him to leave. "It looks like your juniors and seniors are very interested in you. I'll excuse myself now." Afraid that he would follow, I deliberately quickened my pace. But just as I walked out from backstage, he still caught up with me. "Claire, I won't say anything more. Please don't leave!" Seeing me back away repeatedly when he reached out to touch me, he dropped his hand, looking hurt.

She screamed and I ran away before she got her hands on me. I feel bad but there's nothing I can do 🎶 Whats up I'm right back🎶 Cock back the trigger🎶 Plain Jane get hijacked🎶 Don't like me? Then tell me how you like that, like that🎶 In this even darker place shine like the stars🎶 With a smile on my face I'll kiss you goodbye🎶 Laugh all you want while you still can🎶 Because it's about to be your turn 1, 2, 3🎶

so I just laid in bed all day listen to Alexa playing old r&b songs like Fantasia if you don't want me don't talk to me go ahead and Free yourself if you don't want me don't talk to me go ahead to someone else. Then I heard beyoncé song come on listen to the song here in my heart a melody that's all a long time ago my time has come from my words to be heard they would not be push aside and not be heard. then the bridge came on saying I am alone at the crossroads I'm not comfortable in my own home I tried and try to say what's on my mind you should have known oh but I'm done believing you. I just stayed in bed listen to all these sad old r&b songs just to get over the hurt and pain that I was

I started singing with all my strength, imagining that my microphone was the shampoo. "When I'm falling down... Will you pick me up again? When I'm too far gone, dead in the eyes of my friends. Will you take me out of here? When I'm staring down the barrel. When I'm blinded by the lights, when I cannot see your face... Take me out of here... Take me out of here... Take me out of here... TAKE ME OUT OF HERE!." As the instrumental part came on, I started jumping and moving my wet hair all over the place as if I was at a rock concert.

Before I can tell her to be careful, that the laz is likely almost a hundred years old to have earned a spot here, her fingers are on the strings. Notes, light as a summer breeze, drift from strings that should only be able to wheeze. My eyes flutter shut as I let it wash over me. She is an artist, painting pictures in the air. I pick out the refrain of a Dun’s Crossing drinking song, but softened like this, the usually bawdy ballad about finding a new woman in every town becomes a wistful plea for one of the women to make the singer stop. When she finishes, I say, “That was incredible.”

“Down at the crossing. Real trouble.” She followed, boots crunching grit, heartbeat surging at the prospect of a fresh adrenaline. The city had always run on simple principles—might, memory, and whoever was crazed enough to outlast the storm. But with each day under Carolina’s rule, the rules seemed less like scripture and more like a game that desperately needed breaking. The “crossing” was two blocks of no-man’s land where the old subway spat out into the surface. Briony waited by the crumbling mouth, one hand jammed in her pocket, the other clutching a battered radio against her shoulder.

*I can't breathe…* Charlotte thought as her eyes rolled back, tears pricking at the corners. *But I don't want him to stop either. At this point I will pass out.* The music throbbed on, not helping her situation. 🎶 *But let it be, let it be, let it be known* *Hold on, don't go* *Touchin' and teasin' me, tellin' me no* *But this time I need to feel you🎶 Finally, with a force she didn't know she still had, she pushed him away and gasped loudly.

"Go wash yourself off." I did not say a single word. I held my chin up high, refusing to let a single tear drop, refusing to give any of them the satisfaction of seeing me break down. I turned on my heel and walked straight past the laughing crowds, my wet sneakers squeaking loudly against the concrete as I bolted into the nearest building.