Notes For Somewhere Over The Rainbow Novels & Stories

Too many plants and trees are around that had hidden his vision so he enters deeper. He sees the top of the white color gazebo with an intricate flower design on the top. He stops and quickly hid his presence near a tall tree and took a peek. “Somewhere, over the rainbow... Way up high, There’s a land that I’ve heard off, Once in a lullaby..”

Charlotte On my Spartan 'bed', lying on my side, I hum to myself... Somewhere... over the rainbow... ... Skies are blue... ... and the dreams that you dream about... Gradually... I realise... my thighs are warm... ? ? Oh, God... My waters... My waters are breaking... And as I strain to look, to see beyond the expanse of my own stomach, liquid, faintly yellow, streaked with red, trickles from between my legs, across the cardboard and the concrete floor and to the drain...

Before New Year could come.Daniel,Rain together with the team which are Victor,Sam and Shane decides to go to the countryside which Rain’s rest-house was locates to celebrate New Year together and not to forget the three’s partners were their too,to enjoy themselves and to celebrate New Year together with the others.

Haru said in her mind and she remembered the incident the day she was here. FLASHBACK Haru was walking while it was raining on the side of the bridge. She was not wearing slippers, and she started crying until she stopped walking. She peeked at the bridge to see how high it was and she saw water down the bridge. She suddenly smiled because of what she saw. She was sure she had drowned because she could not swim. She climbed the bridge, and she happily looked up at the sky, and she raised both her hands. She prepared herself to fall until she was about to fall, but immediately someone pulled her, which caused her to fall on top of someone who helped her. Haru angrily stood up to the top of th

" Winston’s hand slowly went limp. The umbrella slipped completely from his grasp, hitting the wet concrete floor with a soft, hollow thud. Ethan walked up to my side. He didn't hold an umbrella over my head for me. Instead, he simply placed a closed umbrella directly into my hand. "Natalie, the choice is entirely yours." I took the umbrella from him and snapped it open. The sound of the rain drumming against the canvas canopy was incredibly light and gentle. Winston stood frozen in the downpour, his bloodshot eyes watching me through the sheets of water. But I never looked back. Because that storm had already stopped in the past.

In the midst of the clamor, rain began to speak: "You foolish colors, fighting amongst yourselves, each trying to dominate the rest. Don't you know that you were each made for a special purpose, unique and different? Join hands with one another and come to me." Doing as they were told, the colors united and joined hands. The rain continued: "From now on, when it rains, each of you will stretch across the sky in a great bow of color as a reminder that you can all live in peace. The Rainbow is a sign of hope for tomorrow." And so, whenever a good rain washes the world, and a Rainbow appears in the sky, let us remember to appreciate one another. He met her at a party. She was outstanding; many

“..sometimes I get so weird I even freak myself out..I laugh myself to sleep it’s my lullaby…it is enough?…is it enough?…is it enough to breath…somebody rip my heart and leave me here to bleed….it is enough to die…somebody save my life….I’d rather be anything but ordinary please…” She moved on to pack up her belongings in the drawers. Another song came on her phone and she smiled at the song. It was Somewhere Over the Rainbow-What A Wonderful World by Israel Kamakawiwo’ol… She genuinely smiled at this song as it calmed her. She ran into the closet and got down her ukulele so she could play along with it. She sat down on the bed again as she played along to the song after she started it over

"I'll be playing the instrumental version of 'Somewhere Over the Rainbow' as a farewell of sorts to my fellow graduates. I hope you'll forgive me if I make any mistakes." She plucked the strings softly to produce a delicate and poignant tune that revealed her young spirit and strength of character. The melody tugged on one's heartstrings, and the combination of firmness and gentleness allowed every single note to fall into place. At the end of the piece, everyone there was silent. None of them recovered from the undulations of the piece's heart-rendering conceptualization. The first sounds of applause came from the opposite terrace. Corinne turned her head to look and her mind immediately we