Infinite Singing Novels & Stories

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.

I sing for my deepest fears in life and my insecurities. When I run out of original songs to play, I start playing some of my favorite classics, including music from the '80s and ‘90s. I just keep singing and performing. I keep my eyes closed so I never have to open them to the world around me again. It’s just too hard right now. I’m just so exhausted. And I can’t face an empty space when I’d rather imagine my family and friends supporting me. But when I finally stop playing, my hands cramped and my throat dry, I look back up and nearly fall over in the process. A massive crowd surrounds me, and the moment they catch my eyes, they all start clapping and cheering.

This damn strange sensations I get when I am in his presence is going to drive me insane. “ I will bend you over and spank you until you listen to me and be a good little one,” he whispered in my ear with a deep low husky voice. My bottom lip quivered out of fear because I don’t know if he actually meant it or was just trying to scare me into staying with him. I stayed quiet, not wanting to test that theory.

I'm falling In all the good times, I find myself longing for change And in the bad times, I fear myself I'm off the deep end, watch as I dive in I'll never meet the ground Crash through the surface, where they can't hurt us We're far from the shallow now In the sha-ha, sha-ha-llow In the sha-ha-sha-la-la-la-llow In the sha-ha, sha-ha-llow We're far from the shallow now With each word he sang, one could feel the passion with which he was singing. Like he was singing for his woman.

~ˢᵒᵐᵉʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᵒⁿˡʸ ʷᵉ ᵏⁿᵒʷ--~ ~ˢᵒᵐᵉʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᵒⁿˡʸ ʷᵉ ᵏⁿᵒʷ--~ ~ˢᵒᵐᵉʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᵒⁿˡʸ ʷᵉ ᵏⁿᵒʷ--~ he ended after taking it a second round. I found myself yelling allowed in tears as the secret ones weren't enough. The gorgeous singers who were dressed to perform got weak after weeping a lot of tears away.

“I can’t stop it. It’s good for my Chakra.” Mr Finch’s lips twitch, and he nods before glancing around the room. “Well, I think I speak for everyone when I say we would all just love to hear this very soothing throat singing of yours.” Devin’s brown eyes go wide like saucers, and he shoots Mira a beseeching look while she sinks into her chair, hand clasped at her mouth, trying desperately to hold back her laughter. “Oh, you really wouldn’t...” Devin retorts, shaking his head, but Mr Finch gestures for Devin to stand.

He joins me as we stand there and admire the water together. Jump. “It’s beautiful isn’t it?” Emory whispered. Jump. I say nothing as I’m drawn closer to the edge. Something within me switches and I can’t focus on anything but staring into the water as one thought continuously plays on repeat in my mind. Jump. Jump. Jump, Jump. Jump. My feet move on their own accord and they lose contact with the soft grass. A sharp and cold breeze envelops me as I fall deeper towards the pitch black waters, welcoming what’s to come.

Bago pa kumanta ang singer mula sa malayo ay sunod-sunod na pagbubukas ng spring lights mula sa buhanginan ang lumantad sa akin. Oceans apart day after day And I slowly go insane I hear your voice on the line But it doesn't stop the pain If I see you next to never How can we say forever Wherever you go Whatever you do I will be right here waiting for you Whatever it takes Or how my heart breaks I will be right here waiting for you Habang pinapakinggan ko ang kantang iyon ay hawak-hawak ko lang ang sobrang binigay sa akin ni Luna.

"Kindly introduce yourself in the form of singing. Make the lyrics your name, age, and what you love the most." My cheeks burned red in embarrassment. He wanted me to sing? In front of my classmates? Seriously? "Is there another ---" He raised his hand and smirked. "No other means. Only singing." "But I am not uh... good with singing." "Just try it." I knew that whatever I reasoned out to him, he will always win because he was the teacher in class. I did what he wanted me to do. So I sang my name. "Sydnee Lurica loves being alone for sixteen years of her life." I cleared my throat. "That's all, Sir."

Ooh Yearning's no use, for eternal love is just a farce Ooh What should I seek then? The Immortal sings a song and plays the instruments herself for a while, she walking down from the mountain of a problem. Holding a small fan in right hand, shake her body while looking into all audience's eyes. While singing the song, her hand swing slow to the left and to the right. Very shy, she closes her face with a small fan. Playing a small fan like a tornado, shaking her body, knees, and shoulders. She raises her hand up and shakes it fast, closes her face with hand while peeking all guest. The Immortal back to play the music herself, she will be solving the problem in the future. Lola make a last mo