My Head Like A Melody Novels & Stories

They are beautiful and mix together in perfect harmony. As I walk through the meadow, I detect a quiet, but wonderful, humming sound. It’s deep and fearless, yet fragile and vulnerable. I’m drawn to the melody that makes sense but doesn’t all at the same time. It pulls at my heartstrings, reminding me of happy days in my early childhood, just to send me over the edge afterwards into the dark memories of the day Luna Michelle left and my life became hell on earth.

My head suddenly aches and it sent vibrations to my ears causing me to hold my head and scream out in pain. "Haaaaaa," I screamed. Dennis quickly stopped the car and turned to face Me. "Are you alright sir?" He asked but I couldn't reply to her because I was in pain Melody moved closer to me and touched my back. Her touch worked like magic and the headache left as if it wasn't there. "Are you alright sir?" She asked with her sweet angelic voice. I looked up at her and didn't respond to her question instead I felt at peace by her touch.

Everything was already so confusing, but now… now it felt like my world was unravelling in ways I couldn’t understand. Tears burned my eyes as frustration welled up inside me. Why was everyone hiding something from me? Why did I feel like a pawn in a game I didn’t even know the rules of? And why—why was I being treated like this, used, discarded, caged? A sob broke from my lips before I could stop it. Then, out of nowhere, a melody floated to the surface of my mind. Hmm hmm… My voice was barely a whisper as I started humming, the tune wrapping around me like a distant memory.

Real. She began to hum, soft and low, a melody I didn’t recognise but somehow felt familiar. Enchanting. My eyes closed. And for the first time in days, the noise inside my head faded.

Andy A melodic sound filtered through to my dream, urging me to wake up. The melody played on a loop, like it was an alarm of some sort but it couldn't be coming from my clock radio, it wasn't blasting an airhorn that shocks the body into waking up, no, this was as if fairies were playing chimes and a harp, a beautiful, symphony that slowly lifts you from slumber.

Would you lie with me and just forget the world? Her voice was enchanting, it felt like a hypnotising spell had been set upon me and I joined in, harmonising it. Both of our voices blended perfectly together, and the song gave me goosebumps as it flooded the room. Each wave hitting me harder and harder. Each note fuelled with the captivating pull of the music. This is what I love- getting so lost in the sound you lose all sense of direction. Nothing makes sense but the melody you sing. My mother always said she named me Melody because when I was younger, I would never stop humming. Then as I got older, singing. As the song ended, all the weight of yesterday just tumbled off my shoulders. I l

She patted her head and replied with a deliberately innocent voice, "Maybe my memory is recovering. This melody suddenly appeared in my mind. I feel it was once very important to me." "Indeed, it is a very important melody. When we were kids, you played it for me."

× Trix × This morning’s been a mess. My mind’s like… all over the place, bouncing from one problem to the next without even a second to breathe. Feels like there’s this invisible playlist on loop in my head, frustrations from training, weird vibes from the pack, and Dixie, always Dixie, like a song you can’t stop humming. By the time I finally get to my room, I’m just over it.

This was harder than I thought it would be—every small interaction felt like walking on a tightrope, balancing my emotions and unspoken words. The melody of Alessandro’s voice echoed in my mind as I stepped out of the bath, wrapping a plush towel around me. The memory of his singing was enough to make me smile again, even giggle a little to myself. His voice wasn’t just beautiful—it was unforgettable, resonating deep within me, lingering like a sweet melody I didn’t want to end.

~Mel~ The wind whipped around me like a storm, tearing at my clothes, pulling my hair in every direction. I was in the center of it all, completely helpless. It felt like being in the eye of a tornado, but there was no calm—just chaos. My heart raced as the whirlwind intensified, and someone’s voice, distant but urgent, pierced through the roar. "Melody! Make it stop!" I spun around, trying to find the source of the voice, but I couldn’t see anyone. It was a female voice, familiar yet strange, but I couldn’t place it.