Miracle Rhymes Novels & Stories

"Ready?" Mia looked back at us. I nodded encouragingly, even though my gut was screaming that this was a trap. Everything here was a trap. "Ready," Mia said. Lucy started simple. She touched her nose. Mia copied. She touched her toes. Mia copied. She spun in a circle three times. Mia copied, nearly stumbling on the third spin but recovering. "Good!" Lucy said. "You're doing great, friend!" Then Lucy started singing. It was a nursery rhyme I didn't recognize, something about flowers and graves. Her voice was high and clear and absolutely wrong in every way.

And every story still began with the same rhythm: > thrum … silence … thrum … silence … Children learned it before they learned their own names. When someone died, the people hummed that rhythm softly beside the fire, a farewell that was also a promise. The Flow never faded. It simply moved on. --- Mira’s Legacy In the twilight of her life, Mira returned to the mountains. She wished to see the old valley one last time. She found it just as she had left it— Elarion tall and silent, Kaenora beside it, strong and bright. She knelt between them, her palms on the roots.

Sryrn and her queen's men replie Moriah peeled off the glove and let it fall to the ground, ready to turn into the Legend. The gods in the pyre were scarcely recognizable anymore. The head fell off the smith with a puff of ash and embers. Myra sang in the tongue of Waterfall, her voice rising and falling like the tides of the sea. Ezekiel untied his singed leather cape and listened in silence. Thrust in the ground, it still glowed ruddy hot, but the flames that clung to the sword were dwindling and dyin

she sniffed she was about crying "I’m not scared of the dark I ain’t never scared, I ain’t never scared I’m not running, running, running No, I’m not afraid of the fall Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I’m not scared, not at all I ain’t never scared, I ain’t never scared Why would a star, a star ever be afraid of the dark? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah." she ended the song and sighed it was as if the song helped her relax, now her heart beats were healthier and her shaking had stopped. Mira closed her eyes finally and felt sleepy again, ones she was calm she embraced the feeling and she drifted up to sleep.

You're left so alone that you can't explain. You've got to dance like there's nobody watching, love like you'll never be hurt, sing like there's nobody listening, and live like it's Heaven on earth. Well, do I believe in that faint breath of a word that is called a miracle? It will take me some more convincing, but what has just happened is rather a good start. Is this hope? Is this faith? Yes, accept it.

I cut out the connection and breath some air rapidly like I barely broke down from suffocation. I catch a glimpse of Merinda standing on my left with a smile on her glamour. So I beamed after the horrible training for the turmoil match of beasts. "How's it going?" She greeted me and pulled me up as I stretch my forearm for assistance. "It was not fun but quite enjoyable though," I said in a breathy deep tone - I just want to catch some air. "Your reflexes are adequate to the rules and I believe your beast fancy you already" She crossed her arms after she scoffed.

However, the serenity was abruptly disrupted by the unmistakable call of his name, "HELLO, ASHER!" Recognizing the voice, Asher's expression shifted from enjoyment to a sudden, marked change. The voice belonged to Elijah Brown, his childhood bestie turned nemesis. Despite the festive ambiance, Asher's mood darkened, and his once-charming smile vanished, replaced by a strong and aloof demeanor.

The spell read: "For the love of all that is magic, I shall find that who was made specially for me. Thou shall love me and cherish me for all thy days to come, Thou shall make me feel on top of the world and bring me a type of happiness that rivals few. And we shall forever be in love with each other till the end of days. Instructions: Say the poem three times, stamp your left foot two times and stamp the right one four times. Clap your hands five times and close your eyes." Suddenly, Matilda found herself saying the words of the poem out loud. She said it three times, stamped her left foot two times, stamped her right foot four times and closed her eyes. After a while, she opened them and

It was Miracle. Emma looked at her coldly and said, "Why is it you?" Miracle bowed her head, trembling. "Omega Olivia, what's the meaning of this?" Emma raised an eyebrow. Omega Olivia smiled and said, "Miss, can you recognize that maid? She's Miracle from Omega Lanka." Emma gazed at Omega Olivia calmly, her expression seemingly smiling yet not quite. "Stepping out in the middle of the night, unable to sleep, and visiting the residence of Omega Olivia. What were you thinking?"

Lifting her head and tossing back her hair, she almost snarled as she completed the song Black eyes All of the time Don't spend a dime Clean up this grime And you there Down on your knees Begging to please Come watch me bleed Only women bleed Only women bleed Only women bleed Oh, only women bleed Only women bleed Only women bleed Only women bleed The last note faded away, and the spotlight went out, leaving the stage in a dramatic darkness. There was silence for a few minutes, and Mirabella held her breath. A loud click saw the stage lights come on again to reveal Mervon standing in the middle of the stage clutching the microphone, and the place erupted, loud applause accompanied by cheering