Sparks Fly Songs Novels & Stories

I play it off, raking a hand through my hair, chuckling. “Nothing. Just glad you’re having fun.” I lean sideways, stuffing my hand in the pocket of my jeans to fish out my phone. “Can’t forget the soundtrack.” I wink. I can feel Brooke’s eyes on me as I unlock my phone, scroll to my Spotify app. I pull up her playlist, hit shuffle. ‘Learn to Fly’ by the Foo Fighters starts playing as I slide my phone back in my pocket, upside-down so the speaker is sticking out the top.

Now cheer while I still have my ears intact. 'We can't leave, she'll blow a fuse,' I said with an eye roll. My head was starting to ache. 'Oh,' she said disappointedly. I averted my eyes back to Yolanda. I wonder if I can sedate her and have her vocal cord removed, it makes sense. '…I'm not the same melody that everyone sings Can't you tell I'm hiding my wings. Cause there is so much more to me More than I can ever show If you wanna fly with me

“All I want is to fly with you,” I sing. Jack looks at me and continues the song. He starts singing as well. “All I want is to fall with you,” he says. “So just give me all of you,” we sing together. “It feels impossible” “It's not impossible” “Is it impossible?” “Say that it's possible” I stop and look into his eyes. It feels like faith has brought us together. Jack continues on singing the last part. “You know I want you

It was time to go home from work, but Sira had yet to remove her earphones from her ears. She was still enjoying the songs from her favorite earphones. Even though she had stopped cooking earlier, and Sira had changed her work clothes to her regular clothes. Roy was not long in coming, Sira knew that but she continued to listen to her music casually. The song Sira was listening to was none other than “Sparkling Love”. The girl continued to listen to her music without paying the slightest attention to Roy.

My spark churned within me, a wildfire barely leashed, stirred by the forge’s hum, a low, resonant song that called to the fire in my blood. Every step toward Hollow Oak made it harder to control, the flames inside me bending, twisting, yearning for release. I clenched my fists, sparks flickering at my knuckles, and forced my focus forward. We were here to end this, to break Gavin’s ritual before it could consume us all.

"Oh, so you just can't make it without the Swains? You've got two hands and two feet. What's stopping you from getting a job and taking care of yourself instead of showing up here to whine? "This whole act is just your way of sneaking back into Mom and Dad's good books through me. Don't pretend you actually feel bad. You don't." Jillian's face turned ghostly white. She clearly wasn't ready for me to call her out like that. Her mouth opened, but nothing came out. I shoved past the three of them, rushed out of the airport, and hopped into a cab headed for the university.

- Emory - The night sky stretched endlessly above us, stars twinkling like distant lanterns. The pack’s celebration was in full swing—howls, laughter, and the pounding of drums echoed through the clearing. Fires blazed brightly, casting flickering shadows that danced across the faces of my pack. The air was thick with the scent of roasted meats, sweet berries, and the unmistakable energy of relief and hope. I found myself standing at the edge, watching the scene unfold. My heart swelled with pride, but beneath that, a persistent relief that I couldn’t quite contain. We had survived. We had fought through darkness and betrayal, and tonight, we celebrated life—our life—as one.

"Maybe I am. But this is what crazy sounds like." I started playing. Simple chord progression. Nothing fancy. The song was called "Ashes," and I'd written it the night after declining Atlantic, when the weight of my choice finally hit me. *They said I was a phoenix* *Rising from the flames* *But maybe I'm just ashes* *Learning my own name* *They wanted me to fly again* *Soar above the pain* *But I'm still on the ground here* *Dancing in the rain* My voice was raw. Unpolished. Nothing like the perfect studio recordings Darren had produced. This was messy and human and real.

I danced in front of my mirror as my fav song played in the background, getting ready for school. I ran the comb I was holding through my hair as I sang along the song and the rest was filled with powerful choreography. "SKY ENOUGH OF THAT! YOU'RE DOING MY HEAD IN!" I heard my father scream from downstairs, but I ignored him. Our walls were like paper thin, you can literally hear people breathing through these walls. Me, being the unlucky b*tch, have heard a lot worse than breathing though since my parent's room is right beside mine. Whoever made this home was a nutcase.