Novelas y relatos de Mymelody

I also started listening to Faouzia, and her voice is just wonderful. I love lots of singers, but the songs sang by the ones I listed above easily catch my attention more than others. My favorite pastime ( like I said, I can't remember if I've sent you any of this before), is reading. I also love to write( you know this too),sing and goof off. I can't really dance, but I love to move my body. Oh, and I stress eat. Junk food, usually either pizza or icecream or both, if possible, are my go-tos when I want to stress eat. I like to tell my dad that, at that moment, they're the only things that can save me from being depressed. I'm not fat actually ( you should also know this since you've seen m

Life had happened fast, then painfully slow. Melody unlocked her phone and typed. Hey She hesitated, then added, It’s two days until the New Year. I miss you girl. She hit send. The reply came almost immediately. HEY GIRL. HEY GIRL. HEY GIRL. A small smile tugged at Melody’s lips despite everything. She didn’t hesitate this time, she hit the call button. Tara answered on the second ring. “If this is a FaceTime call, I’m declining. I look like a raccoon that lost a fight.”

My fiancée and my best friend were the top partners at a multi-million-dollar law firm, while I was just the guy handling the administrative work. In the courtroom, they were in perfect sync, trading fierce legal arguments and sharing an effortless dynamic. In their personal lives, they casually flirted through law jokes that only the two of them understood. I could never get a word in, edge-wise. Every time they laughed, I offered a painfully awkward smile. Even at my mother's funeral, nothing changed. They chatted merrily in front of her coffin, eventually breaking into audible laughter. “Clara, can you greet the guests?” I called out to her. I was the only child in the family, and a

More like a warm hand resting patiently on my back. At first, I barely noticed it—a distant melody slipping through the noise inside my head. But little by little, I recognized the notes. «Sirens.» The song my mom used to sing in the kitchen when I was little. The one she hummed while washing dishes or folding clothes, convinced music could fix any bad day. Dad had played it from his phone—I learned later—and let it loop. He didn’t speak. He didn’t demand anything. The sound slipped through the cracks of the cabinet—soft, steady, untouched by urgency—and something in my chest gave way.

someone yelled. She screamed again. “LOVE YOU TOO, JEN!” Laughter exploded in the room. They fell into each other, clutching their sides, tears in their eyes. And for the first time in months, the dorm didn’t just feel like a place to sleep. It felt like home. Because Mira wasn’t just loud again. She was alive. And her noise? It wasn’t annoying. It was music. The sound of a woman who had been broken. Who had been silenced.

“I won’t stand for that. We need to find a way to loosen you.” Melanie wiggled her brows in the process of saying this and Amara just could tell that she was up to something mischievous. However, before she could even get the chance to speak, Melanie had bolted up right at the sound of a familiar music tune playing in the background. “Oh my God,” She gasped. “This is it! That one song!” She said while tapping Amara’s shoulder rapidly. “W-what one song?” Amara asked, confused.

She said, as she laughed along with me. Thank God I got a chatty roomie. It would be awkward if I got the one that is exactly like me. The one who's easy to approach and talk with, but only if the other person would be nice enough to start the conversation first, as I am not really the expert to start a decent yet not awkward conversation. Yup, totally me. "So, Kat, what's your major?" "Music, and currently thinking that I might be into Art. Choosing music as my major is maybe a wrong decision." Kat replied, sighing dramatically. I smile hearing her answer.

After a couple of seconds, she muttered, "Mommy?" "Yes, love." "Why do we never call, Daddy? Not even once? My friends and classmates, whenever they miss their mom and daddy, they will be calling them....what do you call that, Mommy?" "They use social media." "Yes! That's it, Mommy." Her eyes lit up as if an excellent idea came into her mind. "Why don't we call Daddy, Mommy? I want to see him! I want to hear his voice!" she exclaimed and jumped on her seat.

Mia's POV The soft glow of the morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm light across the room as I sat at the grand piano, my fingers delicately caressing the ivory keys. Music flowed from within me, each note resonating with passion and emotion. It was my sanctuary, a place where I could lose myself and find solace in the melodies. As the final chord echoed through the room, I took a deep breath, my heart racing with a mix of exhilaration and vulnerability. For years, my talent as a pianist had remained a secret, hidden away from the world. But today, that was about to change.

maybe? Magindara’s voice is truly enchanting. The melody she creates is echoing in my head as it spread around the cellar. It isn’t wonder why a lot of fishermen gets caught up when they encounter Magindara’s kind. Her voice is truly enchanting that I could feel like it’s nurturing my inner soul. The melody she is singing is mellow with a hint of sad tune. And though her lyrics is completely foreign to me, perhaps it’s their own language, it is just strange as I still love to hear the melody.