Shallows Lyrics Novels & Stories

Voices layered over each other like a playlist on shuffle. Then I saw them. Lola was sitting with Sara under the shade of the tree. A couple of other classmates leaned in, talking and laughing. One girl pointed at Sara’s shoes. Another was already trying to follow her on social media. Even Andrew was there, throwing his head back at something she said. I waved. No one noticed. I waved again, slower. Still nothing. The space between us felt wider than it really was. Like I was watching my own friends from the outside of a glass box.

I somehow found myself reading back this book to try and get myself back into the story to get the motivation to write more of the sequel and it was shocking how many times I cringed reading this book back! I do forget that I finished Shy when I was 16 years old. Six years on, I think it's finally time to rewrite and update this book so I can read it without cringing so horribly at 16 year old me. I hope by rewriting this it will get me back into the story and I can continue to write more updates for Defeated. In the meantime, enjoy the rewritten version of Shy called 'Shy (Rewritten)'! It will be updated bit by bit and will not be uploaded all at once! But I hope you like it!

​"The Sterling Board was a shield, Kael. A cruel, selfish shield, but a shield nonetheless. By shattering the Archive, you’ve signaled to the Sovereign-Swarm—the entities that the Sterling Board was originally fleeing from—that the Earth is ripe for 'Calibration'." ​The Third Verse ​Nora gripped the bone-flute. "We have the Song of the Shallows. We can fight them." ​"The Song of the Shallows is a defensive wall," the Ebb said. "It protects the island. But it doesn't protect the Soul. The third verse—the one Leo and Mia hid in me—is the Song of the Deep. It’s not about silencing the enemy. It’s about Awakening the Earth." ​"Awakening the Earth?" Kael asked. "The planet is already alive. We’ve

Sunlight passed through the glass dome and scattered into rainbow-colored beams that fell over everyone’s shoulders. Among all the fluttering wings and light, she clearly saw her fourteen-year-old self. The girl standing in the alley with scabbed knees and holding chocolate smiled across the years at her.