Puzzle Piece Lyrics Novels & Stories

I would fight against the entire world just to have her by my side. I played with the pieces of the puzzle, trying to fit them together and see the picture they created, but no matter how hard I tried, I failed over and over again. An important part of the mosaic was missing, and I had to obtain it if I wanted to- What was that?

The pieces of the puzzle began falling into place, and her mind raced with a flurry of thoughts. Isabella's eyes grew wider, their once vibrant gaze now filled with astonishment as the weight of Gianna's revelation settled upon her. Like a torrential downpour, the scattered fragments of a puzzle began to coalesce in Isabella's mind, forming a picture she never anticipated. Thoughts raced through her consciousness, a whirlwind of emotions and realizations colliding within her.

We arranged all the pieces carefully on the floor, spreading them to actually make sense. Both of us crouched, eyes scanning the scraps, my fingers itched to touch every piece, to fit them together perfectly. Come on, show me something… Blake’s brow furrowed. I glanced at him, and he gave me a small nod, silently urging me to go ahead and rearrange the last slide. Finally, the words started to form: “Package from… babe.” My heart skipped, I squinted at the next line: “Recipient number: ****675.”

Was she going to bring up something that I did when I was busy being an idiot? “The whole situation.” She waved her hand in the air in general. “It feels like we are trying to solve a puzzle without finding all the pieces. And sometimes, it feels like we have too many pieces and too many puzzles and we don't know what goes where.” I rubbed the back of my neck. She was right about that. It did feel like life was shit these days. "So what do we do? How the hell are we supposed to find out whether we are stuck with one puzzle and a few missing pieces? Or whether we are stuck with multiple puzzles and too many different pieces?" I asked her.

“Because you have cleared the first stage perfectly and came back in full health, There is a special reward for you.” An item suddenly materializes in front of me. It looks like a piece of square shaped plate with paintings on it. Or should I say, like a piece of puzzle? “Wait…” I accepted the piece that dropped on my hand. “I only get a piece of puzzle?” Pretty reasonable as it was just a dream. But really, a puzzle? What do you think I am, a grade schooler? Eh wait, he did call me a child earlier, so he probably thought of me as such.

I added. When he solved the puzzle, he threw it to the floor. So, its pieces scattered, “He was prepared those things,” he seriously said, and he picked up the puzzle piece by piece. Then, he started to solve it again, “You cannot do anything about it,” he added. A few minutes later, he solved the puzzle again, then he took a deep breath and spoke, “Do you think Mrs. Olivia’s death is connected to Nate’s?” He asked me. “No—” I did not manage to continue speaking when he laughed loudly.

All I've been doing is watching his hand move and being in awe of how far he has come and how the puzzle has grown, I don't know why but a sudden feeling of challenge hits me and with no further thought at all, my hand starts picking pieces before my mind registers to what I'm doing. No words are being shared, just the sound of puzzle pieces dropping and being picked up, while our breathes occupy the space between us. We have been at it for so long that we don't realize that there's only a few people left in the game room, except a few guardians who seem to be engrossed in their conversation, but someone's missing. Oh yeah, Vicky. Where is she? "You know, I can't finish this alone." I hear h

They were a perfect fit; shit I never even got this good a fit when I bought them myself. Next, I looked over the pants. Jeans, jeans, cargos…. I pulled out a pair of faded jeans. They came with fringed little holes in the knees. I laughed; it was perfect. I pulled them on. Again, a perfect fit. Lastly, a top. I looked through the hangers. Oh, my gods! This one! I pulled it out. It was a black t-shirt with Grateful Dead Bears dancing across it. I awkwardly slipped it on. A bit tighter then I would have picked but I knew he had done it all for me.

“This is?” Realizing the familiar scene, yet put on a heavy emphasis towards the difference of each shard and broken pieces. Where a particular scene is playing at each broken one, yet peculiarly some scenes that are too blurry to see are falling fast than the others. Hitting that somewhat none existing floor and breaking it into much tinier pieces and vanishing into thin air. The ones that remain afloat and different from the latter are now facing her. Like a puzzle that she needed to solve, yet is bringing the warning that’s making her sweat with coldness and unexplainable dread that she never had before. Each piece of the glass is showing her a promise, yet somewhat a curse that are and m

It is the song. Not a fragment. Not the approach. The song from the beginning, moving through every section I have heard in pieces over the months.. the build, the quiet middle, the repeated phrase that sounds like a question asked again and again. I stand in the doorway and let it move through me and I do not open my eyes. It reaches the place I found in the sheet music. The suspended place, the held breath, the unresolved tension I stood at the piano stand and read with my hands and thought: a question waiting for an answer.