My Head Like A Melody Novels & Stories

He wanted to rip out his brain from his head and tell that thing to shut up. What if something happened to her? Elio groaned in frustration. He wanted to stop the voices in his head anyhow. He wanted to make sure she was okay. He wanted to hold her in his arms safe and sound. A sudden melody rang in his head. His eyes blurred around his surroundings. The melody sang harder in his head. Nostalgia gushed in his mind. He wanted to forget that song. Forever. But It was etched in his mind. Carved in his mind.

As I felt the medication work, I looked up at my reflection in the mirror, pale and haggard as a banshee, and the tears finally tipped over. The man I loved was so close, just a few steps away. I wanted to tell him that I was in pain, and that I almost couldn't hold on any longer. I wanted him to hold me, if only for a little while. But I couldn't do that now, nor could I do it anymore in the future. In my daze, I thought I heard his voice calling my name from outside the room, so soft it was almost unreal. "Melody…" A hallucination, I thought. The pain had finally made me lose my mind.

“She saved my life when I tried to commit suicide.” I blinked once. Not because I didn’t hear her because my brain didn’t immediately attach meaning to it. What the fuck was she talking about? “What?” I asked. Melody gave a small, almost tired smile. “You heard me.” That didn’t fit. It didn’t fit her at all. Melody was… loud. Bright in a way that annoyed people but also pulled them in. The kind of person who argued with teachers, laughed too easily, talked too fast when she was excited.

(Amanda Fernard) Even with so many problems, I put them aside a bit and watch my bare feet under the gray-colored wall as my body lies on the bed, as the music plays, my feet tapping to the beat and I swing my head from side to side as the absurdly loud melody of the music: O sétimo Hokage (The seventh hokage) - 7 minutoz, plays in my headphones. I have no idea how I haven't gone deaf yet. This is the part I am most identifying with at the moment:

Ugh, I do not have the strength for a headache. I know exactly what will calm this headache. Some 80s never hurt anyone before. I click play and "Hungry eyes" by Eric Carmen plays through the earphones. I bop my head to the beat and roam around, breathing slowly to calm the throbbing in my head. Nothing is rushing me to get back home. "Kate!" I hear, but it's probably the song. You know that feeling where you wonder if someone is calling you or if it is just the song?

Adrian and I were driving and listening to some cool tunes blasting from the stereo; it was perfect: melody and harmony synchronized to the rhythm of our hearts. The music settled into us like a balm and soothed and uplifted our minds. The notes tiptoed softly at the edges of perception, leaving trails of sweetness and lightness in the souls of ears. Then, suddenly jolted awake by the crash of my father against my head, a heartbeat skipped as though woken from deep slumber.

I started shaking, it must have been the cold and my heart rate increased. Sweat dripped from my forehead and my stomach churned from the pills. My head felt like it was floating above my body, detached and weightless. I realised I had taken too many pills but it was too late. I spew up all over the floor in front of me and shivered. Those cowards weren't coming, they didn't believe me. They thought I was a joke. I was just the mute weirdo, who nobody even noticed, what could I do? I was useless.

New - Daya 🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯 I feel my head is very sore, almost about to burst it feels. I tried to touch my head, did my head break, split in two? Still recorded clearly, that voice. And also, my head is so dizzy, like a big rock was hit repeatedly to my head.

It was a song that he often listened to, a soothing melody that never failed to calm his racing thoughts. Max leaned back in his seat, closing his eyes for a moment as the music enveloped him. He let his mind wander, the lyrics intertwining with his thoughts, momentarily shutting out the complexities of his personal feelings. The rhythm of the music seemed to synchronize with his heartbeat, easing the tension in his shoulders and allowing him a moment of respite.

Tuning my mind to the melody, for a moment I did let go all of the distress. "Selene, Is it you. For Real." Adjusting my darting hair which has turned into a nest owed to racing breeze intruding through the window. I was walking inside the club tuning to the music, striving to stop my fluttering legs waiting to dance on the beat, when this familiar sound halted my steps.