Marble Floors Lyrics Novels & Stories

I can't afford to damage such an expensive marble floor. It was all sunshine and rainbows and I was doing well... Until the lightning strikes... I understood today.. why they say.. that Sad predictions are always right. I stumbled and was about to fall hard on my face... I was lucky that I had Imogen beside me, but what about the gound? There was a black spot caused by me on the ground that was shining like a mirror. I was so frightened that I just sat on the ground, and tried to rub the scar off with my hands, and later I used the edge of my dress to rub it but to no avail.

"You will tear the tower apart!" "I am not interested in the tower," Ashren roared back, his voice cutting through the hurricane. "I am turning off the lights." Below our boots, the transparent marble floor began to thump in a sickening, rhythmic unison. I looked down. Thousands of pale, grey hands were slamming against the underside of the floor. The empty shells had reached the apex. They were perfectly synchronized, using their massive, stolen strength to batter the reinforced floor from the transit shaft below. The transparent marble began to fracture, thick white spiderwebs spreading across the sunburst inlay.

How many nights had she stared at this same ceiling, thinking about her life, her future, her plans? Did she ever think about me in any of them? The one who'd been hidden away like a dirty secret? My eyes felt heavy. The kind of tired that sleep usually fixed but lately never did. I closed them anyway. Just for a minute. Just to rest. The world tilted and pulled me under. *** I was kneeling. The floor beneath me was cold and smooth, like polished stone, but darker. Black marble, maybe. Or obsidian. It had that strange, lightless quality, the kind that didn’t reflect anything back, only consumed what touched it. It felt alive somehow, whispering quiet and endless.

Liora I hadn't worn heels in a few months, but tonight I moved like I was born in them. Because I prctially was. Click. Click. Click. Each step down the marble staircase echoed like a countdown, like the past calling me home. The ballroom stretched out before me, impossibly vast, trimmed in gold leaf and polished white. Marble columns framed the glistening windows. Glass chandeliers floated like starlight, scattering fractured light over everything: the silk gowns, the gloved hands, the carefully curated smiles. A live string quartet played something soft and expensive in the corner, as if even the music had been taught manners.

Unlike the palace servants who kept their heads down, these people were loud and curious. "So, is it true the palace floors are made of real gold?" a young man asked, leaning over the table. He was handsome in a rugged way, with messy brown hair and a crooked grin. He leaned a bit too close to me, smelling of pine. "I bet a girl like you is used to waiting on maid to take care of you, isn't she? I know there are other ways to take care of a lady." He said winking. "Actually, it's mostly just marble," I laughed, trying to be friendly. "And it’s very slippery. I’ve fallen on my face more times than I’d like to admit."

The lights of the chandeliers hanging from the ceiling glow like twirling stars, their dancing crystals casting down drops of light sparkles that are spreading across the polished marble flooring of the hall. I still can't believe I am here, nestled beside Nate as the four of us walk over to one of the empty tables set with others in a round formation, giving more than enough wide space in the middle of the hall, obviously to be used as the dance floor. Nate pulls back my chair and I sit down. Marco does the same for Jennie before settling down beside her. There are only four chairs per table, so ours is already a full one. A slow, melodious song is playing so gently, serenading the atmosphe

I can’t regret this, and I won’t. The elevator tings above my head, and the doors glide upon. I’m looking into a elegant foyer, white marble floors so incredibly sleek and shiny, I’m afraid to step out into the, even with my bare feet. This is most definitely the top floor, considering the clerestory windows floating above me. Despite the daunting atmosphere that reeks luxury and wealth, I wander into the foyer.

Then I step forward, pushing my way through the revolving doors into the lobby. My first steps in, I notice that the interior is just as impressive as the exterior. With its marble floors, chandeliers and the sleek receptionist style, I find myself stunned. The marble floors are polished to high gloss. Their surface reflects the sunlight that pours in through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The glass slipped from my fingers. It hit the marble floor and shattered.

Drop everything now Meet me in the pouring rain Kiss me on the sidewalk Take away the pain 'Cause I see, sparks fly whenever you smile. Get me with those green eyes, baby As the lights go down Gimme something that'll haunt me when you're not around 'Cause I see, sparks fly, whenever you smile When sparks fly oh baby smile When sparks fly🎶