My Melody Novels & Stories

Violet Waking up to a loud noise, I realized it was all just a dream. Mike and I were not going to have a baby. We are not even together anymore. Tears brimmed my eyes as I tried to place where I was. Rolling on my side, I saw small windows and felt the sensation of climbing. Was I on a plane? "No!" I cried, trying to move. Once the plane felt steady, I heard a door open. "Someone's finally up." I heard. "Ted!" Cody called.

I removed my phone from my pocket, it was melody calling, I answered the call and placed it on my ear. "Hello." My voice was broken and hoarse I had to clear my throat a few times so I could sound a bit normal. "Hey its melody." She screamed into the phone. "Yeah I know, I saved your number remember?" "Oh yeah, what's up? Did you ask them yet?" "No not yet, I slept off."

I can swear, I can joke I say what’s on my mind If I drink, if I smoke, I keep up with the guys And you see me holding up my middle finger to the world Fuck your ribbons and your pearls ‘Cause I’m not just a pretty girl I fished my phone out of my bag when I heard a familiar ringtone. I smiled when I saw the name that flashed on my phone’s screen. “Grandma,” I started with a big smile on my lips. “Meri,” I heard a Phina crack’s voice from the other line that made my brows knitted.

“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.”

Breathing that off, I took countless steps forward before I saw the ray of sun light, I always used to locate Melody. For the first time, I didn’t see her singing a carol song. Instead, she just sat beside the instrument calmly. There was a particular emotion written on her face as I walked closer to her. She appeared sad and lonely. I completed this thought when she didn’t even acknowledge my presence. “Melody…” I trailed out, sitting beside her. She gave me an expressionless face. “Hi, Audrey.” she called out. I noticed the worry and sadness that was written all over her face.

Chapter Fourteen Arthur’s POV Melody charges onto the field with grace and fury. She moves like she owns the ground beneath her feet. Strong, steady, balanced. Her shoulders are squared, her chin lifted, her gaze unwavering. The Melody I remember had a softness to her. A quiet, shy presence that tried to make itself smaller in the shadow of grief. This Melody? She stands like she’s carved from the moon itself. Dane whistles low beside me. “Bloody hell. She’s not playing, is she?”

"Mr. Jackman, Ms. Sinclair is waiting for you in the conference room with her daughter." When Lucy walked in holding Melody's hand, she found Micah lost in thought over a spreadsheet on his computer. Five-year-old Melody was wearing the same white tulle dress Anna had worn on her birthday. She spoke in a sweet, childish voice. "Mr. Jackman, I just learned the 'Moonlight Lake.'" Music flowed from the grand piano in the conference room. Micah watched the child's flying fingers and suddenly stood up. At a certain modulation, Melody's fingering somehow overlapped with the rhythm Anna had tapped out on bottle caps on that park bench when she was seven.

Leo inquires. “I think so.” A smile sneaks on Melody’s face as she speaks. The front door creaks a little as she pushes it open. Melody’s chestnut hair flows in the morning sea breeze, the aquamarine Atlantic waves, roll and crash, and salty air bears hints of honeysuckle. Savoring a moment by the beach, peace is all she feels.

It was a living, breathing, and yes, sometimes unfinished, melody that was now being played by a million different voices, in a million different ways, across the length and breadth of the multiverse. The music was not complete. And for the first time, Kaelen understood that this was the most beautiful thing about it.

“Sometimes they forget they have company.” Melody glanced at the two men who were now completely absorbed in their conversation. “That must be very difficult sometimes.” Mrs. Pepple smiled knowingly. “You have no idea.” They shared a quiet laugh. A few minutes later Mr. Pepple suddenly looked at Melody again. “My dear girl,” he said. “So what do you do?” Melody straightened slightly. “I’m a baker and I'm opening a pastry and coffee shop,” she explained. “I had one when I was in SnowBrook. Since moving to New York, I’ve been working on building something new here.”