Missing Melody Novels & Stories

“I don’t want to butt in. It’s not my place. I just… more than one person has mentioned to me what a beautiful voice you have, how talented you are, and I guess I’m just sad that Michael, and I haven’t gotten to hear for ourselves.” Melody stared at him for a moment, not quite knowing what to say. “Music is something my father and I shared. Without him there… it’s like a song without a beat. Like a bunch of disjointed chords that clash when they come together. I hear music in everything, but none of it sounds like a song.”

Muller, who was close by, quickly took several pictures of them, then he heaved a deep sigh… He had served Young Lady Melody for three years, and he had never seen her look so miserable before. In the eyes of others, the genius pianist Melody Winters was an aloof girl who would neither cry, smile, nor show any unnecessary expressions. Only when she was with her father or her brothers, would she smile a little. But that smiling expression never reached her eyes. Today, he saw Young Lady Melody’s wholehearted smile and heard her sobs of grief... ‘Could this woman really be the Mdm. Winters, who disappeared four years ago?’

Letting the darkness have its way and wash up over her. There was a commotion from somewhere in the building above Melody, the sound barely made it to her ears in her concrete cell. She didn't react either way. She was locked inside herself. Trying to pull her fragmented self back together. She was flailing against a roaring tide inside her mind. And she was losing.

So many unfulfilled puzzles, none close to completion. He had to talk to her. He sat in his car, and soon he halted at the apartment. As soon as he entered the house, he heard a melodious tune. He didn’t know much about the violin, but he was sure it was a violin note, “And there's no remedy for memory, your face is like a melody, it won't leave my head. Your soul is haunting me and telling me that everything is fine, But I wish I were dead,” he heard a tuneful voice sing. If he weren’t a stone-cold bastard, that voice would stir tears in someone’s eyes, so painful and full of life, but he is not a stone to be melted by the music.

My eyes feel like sandpaper. Eish. With my phone in hand, my mind is contemplating on if i should call the one contact I haven’t called in a very long time. Eli Morales. He is an IT contractor. And one of Remy’s guys, but he doesn’t know I’m part of Remy’s problem. I just hit the call button before I can overthink it. The sound of my ringtone feels too loud in my quiet apartment. “Eli?” I say when he picks up, with my voice as low as possible. “It’s Dana Sosa, Remy’s friend.”

Then, grudgingly, *real enough*. Birdsong threaded through the air, high and bright. No mechanical hum under it. No distant crowd roar. It's just a lazy, slightly off‑beat melody from something with feathers and absolutely no interest in my trauma. One trill in the song was… wrong, somehow—a "note a fraction sharp," like a recording glitched for half a second, and then smoothed over. My eyes stayed closed. Part of me was afraid that if I opened them, I’d see castle stones or neon sky or the inside of a bus.

​The sunlight piercing through the gap in the curtains felt like a physical assault. I groaned, burying my face in the pillow, but the thumping in my head was relentless. Last night’s cocktails with Jenny had been a necessary escape, but the price was a morning that felt like a localized earthquake. ​I fumbled for my phone on the nightstand. My heart stopped when the screen lit up. ​32 Missed Calls. 14 Unread Messages. Vance. Vance. Vance. Vance.

She pointed at her screen with a pencil where a bold ABSENT had been placed beside his name on the waiting list. "I'm sorry but there are no more flights going to Alaska today, sir? You will have to return in a week's time or so. Thank you for choosing Silver Lining."

Knowing that after this day I need to train myself to be alone because I have no one else to lean on because the one who chose to love was just cheated on me. We have so many plans in life, we have a dreams but all that will remain just a memory. As others have said, it's not because you dreamed together and you can make it come true together. There are so many things that I realize today, maybe I just focused my attention on one person so I forgot to think about the people around me. There are more important things that need more attention.

Danny POV I whispered halfheartedly, “I’m number 7 in the Paradise Cove Trailer court.” I leaned back in my seat. Biscuit laid his big block head on my lap as the truck fired up again. I let my eyes close. My mind began whirling, I saw colors all mixed together they kept spinning faster and faster. “Make it stop,” I pleaded. It was making me dizzy. A vortex of faces and voices came out of the whirling colors. I couldn’t see any one in particular, only that there were many. They were crying and scared. Their combined voices got louder and louder until it sounded like howling and I thought my head would split from the sound. Then everything went black and it all stopped.