Midnight Fiction Lyrics Novels & Stories

I was going to die. The only question was how. A sound outside made everyone freeze. Not a normal sound. Not wind or animals or anything natural. A humming. Low. Resonant. Like the air itself was vibrating. “What is that?” Falcon moved toward the window. The moonlight streaming through the broken glass flickered. Like a light bulb about to die. But the moon didn’t flicker, it should be constant and still. Except it wasn’t. The light dimmed. Brightened. Dimmed again.

Hold on tight, don’t fear the night, I’m right here—till morning light. The melody lingered, pulling at something inside his chest… and for a split second, he swore he knew that voice

That thought was quickly tossed aside because if that was the case, the noises I made by kicking in a window aloud with my own cries and outburst from dressing my wounds would undoubtedly have been heard. Curled up between the two chairs with my face barely sticking out of my sleeping bag, my eyelids feel weighted with exhaustion and the comfort of finally being warm. The small LED lantern is in the dimmest mode, sitting on the table beside me casting a soft warm light. I usually sleep best in pitch black darkness, but am not brave or crazy enough to sleep without a light turned on while I'm inside this abandoned building at night. The last thing I remember doing before passing out for the n

♪♪ Lily - Alan Walker, K-391, Emelie Hollow ✿✿✿ Los Angeles, USA, 2019 NIGHTS are so peaceful but mysterious. People take the opportunity of killing, kidnapping, smuggling and doing so many illegal things at night because it's not tumultuous at all. Also people throw most of the parties and peaceful events at night. Every night holds a mystery because of its darkness and opaqueness. I love nights for its mysterious but so clam ambience. No tumultus, no noise, no yelling, no beating and no fear. It's just so tranquil.

After work, I'm halfway down the hall to my room when I pass her door. Her light is still on. I can see it under the gap at the bottom. It's past midnight. I didn't think she stayed up this late. I don't know why I registered that or why I'm standing here in my own hallway at midnight noticing the light under my wife's door like some kind of… I keep walking and finally get to my room. I lie in the dark and I think about my mystery woman the way I do every night, reaching for the details I have, the fragments that refuse to fade even after all this time.

[Cara] Darkness… Darkness filled my vision no matter how hard I tried to keep my eyes open. Turning to some point that, I have to physically check my eyes to make sure they’re still open. It was completely dark, with no dotted light that could be spotted in all directions. “Hello?” My voice resounded loudly in the abyss, fading away as it traveled further and further until it was finally swallowed up by the deafening quiet. Where am I? Fear started to encrypt into my senses, and the hairs on the back of my neck sprang up in sheer trepidation.

“Although you appear nothing more than a spec in the night. Even then, you pierce the dark with light. To them it didn’t matter, but to me it shone so bright. Your gravity brought in the ocean’s tide. “Some say you’re a myth, some say you’re made of cheese. Caught in your embrace, weakness buckled my knees. Your presence may never light up a room, but even then You light my darkest nights like the brightest moon.” "How could an inconsequential existence such as mine ever cross a mind as developed as yours. So I am just going to hide in the shadows, As your light illuminate me forever more..."

Whenever I was getting in the mood and intoxicated, music was the angel that would guide me to the highest of heavens and then oblivion afterward. ~Howl at the moon, let the mischief consume,~ ~Run with the wild, in the darkness we loom.~ ~Fangs in the shadows, eyes glowing bright,~ ~A symphony of chaos, a wild moonlit night.~ ~Prowling through the streets, a trickster in disguise,~ ~Leaving tales of mystery, under starry skies.~ ~Footprints in the dew, a trace of the unknown,~ ~A symphony of secrets, in the moonlight we’re thrown.~

Harry focus his attention back on his guitar as he plucks the strings again with his lips subtly pursed before pulls his head back close to the microphone, “The fridge light washes this room white. Moon dances over your good side, this was all we used to need. Tongue-tied like we’ve never known, telling those stories we already told ‘cause we don’t say what we really mean.” “We’re not who we used to be. We’re not who we used to be. We’re just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me.” He shuts his eyes as his brows crease again. “We’re not who we used to be. We’re not who we used to be. We’re just two ghosts swimming in a glass half empty, trying to remember how it feels to have a hear

The city glow hit the planes of his jaw, making him look like he’d been carved out of the night itself. “Call me Midnight,” he said. His voice was low, carrying a weight that made her skin prickle. “And I know exactly who you are, Lila. I know you touch yourself every night. I know you lie here imagining a stranger who comes in and tells you what to do. I know what you crave when nobody is looking.” He leaned against the wall, his gaze dropping from her face to the glistening toy still inside her. His eyes didn’t waver. There was no shame in his look, only a terrifyingly calm observation.