Miracle Rhymes Novels & Stories

Miracle’s unsatisfactory voice rang in Moon’s sensitive ears and in no time, Miracle was already over Moon straddling him with her weight. Her sharp orbs pierced Moon’s yellow pair and her huge brown paws rested over his heart. Her breathing was raspy, quickened and a bit challenged. She stared at Moon. Into his eyes. She tried to read his eyes, his features. Moon didn’t give anything suspicious. Miracle didn’t step away. Her black snout rubbed over Moon’s silvery grey one. Oh! She wanted to cuddle. Moon smiled in mind. He rubbed his mouth over Miracle’s. The latter stiffened in her action. She knew what was coming ahead.

I'm on your magical mystery ride And I'm so dizzy, don't know what hit me But I'll be alright My head's under water, but I'm breathing fine You're crazy and I'm out of my mind 'Cause all of me Loves all of you Love your curves and all your edges All your perfect imperfections Give your all to me I'll give my all to you You're my end and my beginnin' Even when I lose, I'm winnin' 'Cause I give you all of me And you give me all of you, oh-oh How many times do I have to tell you? Even when you're crying, you're beautiful too The world is beating you down, I'm around

I'm on your magical mystery ride And I'm so dizzy, don't know what hit me, but I'll be alright My head's underwater But I'm breathing fine You're crazy and I'm out of my mind 'Cause all of me Loves all of you Love your curves and all your edges All your perfect imperfections Give your all to me I'll give my all to you You're my end and my beginning Even when I lose I'm winning 'Cause I give you all of me And you give me all of you, oh-oh How many times do I have to tell you? Even when you're crying, you're beautiful too The world is beating you down, I'm around through every mood You're my downfall, you're my muse My worst distraction, my rhythm and blues I can't stop singing, it's ringing,

“For someone to speak their names.” --- Mira places her hand over her daughter’s. “One day,” she says, “you will be the river’s voice.” Esi leans into her. “Will you still be here when that happens?” Mira doesn’t answer. Instead, she sings the lullaby her grandmother once sang — the same one the river used to hum when it was lonely. And for the first time in a long while, the wind sings with her. ---

* God always has a plan. * **** Mira was busy knitting some stockings as she sang along to a christian song that played on her Spotify. The way you love me, no one can ever love me that way. Help me to see me from the lens of your eyes. Lover of my soul, look what you've done for me. Mira thought of her unborn children as she sang along. She felt so lucky and blessed to get more than she could ever ask for, even though unlike most women she was skeptical about getting pregnant and having kids.