Miracle Rhymes Novels & Stories

"Mission failed. You are scheduled for erasure. Would you like to restart the mission—to keep trying to save him?" I shook my head. "Erase me." "Understood. Erasure program activated. You have 72 hours left." … I closed my eyes. The silence around me was almost deafening. But soon, as if driven by some strange impulse, I opened Rose Wells' livestream.

Once the magus returns, there will be no hiding the fact that not only is my belly no longer round, but that my nest has a new little inhabitant. “What am I going to do with you, little one?” I sigh, placing a hand on her still-warm shell. She blinks at me. Only the light isn’t the dim glimmer I experienced with her siblings; it’s more of a bright flash that makes me blink as I see a dark afterimage. “You have quite the spark, Miracle,” I say, the name I’ve already given her in my heart, “But my eyes are sensitive. Maybe less glow next time.”

He opened his eyes again, he could vaguely see a little girl standing next to him, about seven years old. It turned out that the girl was protecting her body from the heavy rain with the red umbrella she carried. The man mightily gathered his consciousness to see the figure of this savior girl. "Are you okay?" The girl's voice greeted her sense of hearing, inexplicably she seemed to get energy from the sweet voice. "Help me, hhhh..." The man began to make a sound. He didn't know who she was, but he was sure that this little girl was the helping angel God sent her.

|••Selling a dream Smoke and mirrors keep us waitin' on a miracle On a miracle••| His eyes were closed, his fingers moving on guitar keys, the way he is interacting the fingers gossubumps take-overs on my body |••Say, go through the darkest of days Heaven's a heartbreak away Never let you go, never let me down••| Oh my goodness, the way Samuel is singing his reactions, his expression makes me forgetting everything. First time i am hearing his song. Micheal is right about him damn fucking beautiful voice Jesus gift him. |••Oh, it's been a hell of a ride Driving the edge of a knife Never let you go, never let me down••| He opens his and we had an eye contact between us while singing each and e

*First Person's Perspective* ~Enise~ "I'm coming for you, you better run" Her voice echoed and the sound of laughter followed through Miracle and I were in the garden. We were running around, her laughter filling the air, and I couldn’t help but feel lighter than I had in a long time. For that brief moment, everything felt perfect. The sun was setting, casting a soft golden hue over the garden, and we were just two souls enjoying each other’s company, free of worries. But then, as I spun in circles with Miracle chasing after me, I suddenly felt a prickling sensation at the back of my neck. Eyes on me.

He left the room. I lay down in the bed again to rest and wait for the medicine to kick in. And as time passed, I felt like I was about to sleep again but my mind finally woke up because of Miracle’s scream coming from outside the room. I immediately stood up and got out of the room. And my eyes widened when I saw Miracle, standing in the hallway with nothing but a blanket that covered her body. “W-what the hell happened?” Miracle turned to me and immediately stood behind me. “That bastard!” He pointed at Rajiv who just got out of the room next to Jyn’s room. He was topless and it looks like he just woke up. “That fucking bastard raped me!”

So honey I am now, some broken thing I do not lay in the dark waiting for day here Now my heart is gold, my feet are right And I'm racing out on the desert plains all night

The room felt charged with a kind of electricity, and Miranda could feel the power of her words building within her. The words themselves were a mixture of incantations, prayers, and affirmations. They spoke of ancient gods and goddesses, of magic and wonder, and of the power that lay within all things. They were a reminder that the world was full of mystery and wonder, and that anything was possible if one knew the right words to say. As she chanted, Miranda's eyes remained fixed on the mirror before her. She could see her reflection staring back at her, and for a moment she wondered if the mirror itself could hear her words. She continued to chant, her voice growing stronger and more confi

God. And began singing. Fair. Not a real song. Reasonable honestly. Not anything from television. Not anything taught by adults. God. Just a Lily song. Fair. Tiny made-up words. Random melody. Reasonable. Completely imperfect. God. Completely beautiful. Fair. The nursery became quiet except for her voice. Reasonable. Soft. Gentle. God. And somehow... the baby stopped crying. Fair. Not immediately. Reasonable. Slowly. God. The cries grew softer.

*“They didn’t bleed so the land would not, They asked instead of taking. They mended cracks with mortar, not spite, And chose the dawn for waking.”* Silence. Then the pup howled along, off-key. Ryn laughed. “It’s terrible.” “It’s honest,” Mira said. “I’ll learn the words as you live them. Day 18, Day 19, Day 100. If you keep choosing mornings, I’ll keep choosing that chorus.” Darius opened his ledger. “Write it down. So we remember what we’re singing for when it gets hard.” Mira wrote. Then looked at the keeper, who was still staring at her first knot.