Shinedown Miracles Novels & Stories

I no longer cared about the things that I once begged for, even after I gave up my pride. On the way, Eden glanced at me in the rearview mirror from time to time. But he replied to June softly and attentively. At the club, right when we stepped inside, many people rushed out. Someone slammed into me, and I watched them swarm Eden and June inside. “June, you’re finally back!” “Exactly! Eden has waited for you for three years. He’s almost turning into a statue!” Eden’s face froze, and he glanced across the crowd to look for me.

I raised the golf club and viciously swung it at her favourite crystal ornament. At that same moment, my stomach had a sudden, bad cramp. I blacked out from the pain and lost my footing. Whitney called out my name in a panic, "Harvey!" That was the last sound I heard before I fell unconscious. … When I opened my eyes, I was already in the hospital. Whitney was sitting beside my bed, holding a medical report. There was a swirl of mixed emotions in her expression. The anxiety in her eyes dissolved when she noticed I was awake.

If I could ever rule that stage, present myself under his banner, doors would fly open. After taking off my shirt, I went to the bathroom and turned on the water until the mirror fog was created by steam. I let the hot spray run over me as I stepped into the shower, soaking into my sore muscles. I closed my eyes and just took a deep breath. The only place I didn't have to act or think was in the water.

“I think I’m still finding it. But I’m getting there.” Miriam reached out and gently placed her hand on Elara’s arm. “You’ve come so far, my dear. You’ve shown such strength, such resilience. And through it all, you’ve managed to keep your heart open. That’s something to be proud of.” Elara’s eyes stung with unshed tears, and she smiled through the emotion that welled up inside her. Miriam’s words, though simple, carried a weight that felt like a balm to the unspoken wounds Elara still carried. It was in these small moments—these acts of kindness and affirmation—that Elara realized how deeply she had come to cherish Miriam’s presence in her life.

Just yay. Lucky. Freaking. Me.

' We need a miracle. We need help.

The man vanished into the sky with nothing left. Maxine became dizzy and her vision darkened quickly. With the cessation of the strong wind and the brilliant light coming at her, Rogia spotted it plummeting to the earth. When Rogia acquired enough air, she promptly seized their equipment. The cauldron was brought out, along with the other ingredients, and the mixing began. A pail of sand, a yellow flag, four bird feathers, three round smooth stones, and a yellow flag. She'd already shuffled the equipment to cast the spell of the key and sung the first song they'd heard before entering Mysterious High.

However, the serenity was abruptly disrupted by the unmistakable call of his name, "HELLO, ASHER!" Recognizing the voice, Asher's expression shifted from enjoyment to a sudden, marked change. The voice belonged to Elijah Brown, his childhood bestie turned nemesis. Despite the festive ambiance, Asher's mood darkened, and his once-charming smile vanished, replaced by a strong and aloof demeanor.

The sound of water hitting porcelain felt grotesquely ordinary. When I stepped out, my eyes scanned the space—searching for a crack, a sign, any hint of an exit. There was nothing. Only abandonment. I approached the sinks. Hesitated before turning on the faucet. The mirror reflected someone I almost didn’t recognize: dried blood at my hairline, one swollen eye, split lips, hair plastered to my face with sweat. It was someone else. Someone surviving on rage and fear. I needed strength. That reflection didn’t give it to me.