Miracle Rhymes Novels & Stories

She stumbles beside me, her small hand tightly wrapped around my bloodied thumb, humming a fragmented nursery rhyme under her breath while we drag our feet down the deserted asphalt road. Night falls hard and fast. The rain doesn’t stop. It pours down in heavy, icy sheets, soaking through our clothes until my skin goes numb. My bare feet are a mass of bleeding cuts. Every step on the cold tarmac sends a sharp spike of pain up my calves, but I keep moving. No cabs come down this road. No trucks. Just endless dark pines standing on either side of the empty two-lane highway. Miranda stops in the middle of a large puddle, splashing her bare toes in the water, letting out a sudden high-pitched gi

This monster, I hope you're still alive Roses are red And so are some lipstick My poems probably making you guys sick But once you see it you'll know you've come to the end of another episode You could do something better than reading it though Like maybe kissing Santa on a mistletoe Yeah you got me I just wanted a rhyme Thanks for reading my lines (see what I did there) If you laugh you'll surely die Sorry don't be scared I'm just kidding Am probably sure you're wishing for this to end Okay then,see you next time, swipe up for the rest

Alex abruptly halted, catching Candice by surprise as she stumbled into him. His voice, devoid of warmth, resonated, "Can't you walk properly?" Candice, covering her nose, took a step back and gently explained, "I didn't anticipate you stopping abruptly." He let out a dismissive snort. In the darkness, his tall figure overshadowed Candice, resembling a great mountain. With her vision impaired, Candice felt immense pressure around her. She clenched her hand and said, "Everyone's waiting for you." Attempting to walk past Alex with confidence, she misjudged her step and began to fall.

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 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 ringin

They’d need to gather what they needed for the ritual and still perform it. Gemma’s hands shook, and she glanced at Evan as she opened the book. The writing was clear even for the age and weathered look of the pages. The pages yellowed to a golden shade, buttery soft, with a slightly brittle feel to them. “Well, if the first pages tell us anything. It’s a grimoire. If the title of the first page means anything. A blessing for propagation tells me it’s what we’re looking for.” “Blessing for propagation? What does that do?” Evan frowned in confusion.

Miracle’s cry could be heard around the room and the hallway. She was having a baby tantrum when they got inside the room. “Oh my! Why’s this little angel crying?” The doctor made a baby voice to shush her. But Miracle was being stubborn. She wiggled her arms almost slapping the doctor’s face. “Maybe she knows she’s gonna do her check-up.” Nimueh said and rocked her. Miracle’s pale skin turned red. If she was already four years old, maybe she already ran away.

My name is Mirabelle, but my friends call me Mira for short, i'm barely seventeen and about to enter a new phase of my life, I just got admitted into the university of my dreams to study accounting which was not actually what I intended to study at first, but because that was where my mark in post utme landed me or I was not just so lucky....but I accepted to study it anyways because I was determined to leave the house, which I and my siblings called "cage house" funny right?

The monastery walls trembled before the first arrow ever flew. At dawn the sky was leaden, a dull grey veil that pressed low against the hills. Mist clung to the ground like a shroud, wrapping the ruins in silence so fragile it seemed the world itself was holding its breath. Then came the drums. Deep, patient, endless. Each strike rolled across the valley, rattling the cracked stained glass and shaking dust loose from the ancient beams. Horns answered in long, low wails — not a call to arms, but a promise of inevitability.

She came back way sooner than expected. "I've been wanting to read this one," she shared in a small voice, shrugging her shoulders while walking back to the couch. Just as she sat down with finesse, held out the book with both hands, and carefully opened it, letting the pages cascade smoothly like it was some treasured family heirloom, and that was when he read the title he was aching to recall. Of course! "The Imperial Serenade," he mumbled the title out loud. "By the Lancaster Maureen Ethereal," Carylle continued with satisfaction. "I've been dying to read this since back then. My former co-workers have been talking about it a lot."

I guess it left a bitter taste in my mouth. I sighed in pleasure, biting my lip to resist the urge to release any sound when Miracle wrapped her soft hands around me. She started pumping me to life and hell it didn't take long. Not with the innocent yet mischievous smile she has while looking at me with those gorgeous eyes that resemble the sky above and the sea below. "Why don't we make a deal? If you make any sound, we will stop this." She whispered to me, sending a delicious chill down my spine.