Sunday Morning Song Novels & Stories

Sane was certain that his was bright red as well because he was never used to singing in front of someone. “Do you remember when we used to sing? Sha-la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la tee-da Just like that Sha-la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la tee-da, la-tee-da…” “So hard to find my way Now that I'm all on my own I saw you just the other day My, how you have grown Cast my memory back there, Lord Sometimes I'm overcome thinking 'bout it Making love in the green grass

***** I woke up to the chirping of birds and the sweet smell of flowers and nature wrapped around me, I slowly sat up groaning a little bit because of the sunlight that blinds my eyes, it was coming directly from the opened glass door that leads to a balcony. “Good morning your highness,” a sweet feminine voice said grabbing my attention, I couldn’t help but notice the tantalizing smell of her blood. My stomach rumbled as I felt a burning hunger down my throat, I unconsciously licked my lips “Who are you?” I asked looking at her skeptically. “I am Tina, your personal maid,” she replied with a little bow of her head.

“It’s just one drink, c’mon. Please?” I take a sip of the bubbly alcoholic beverage to appease Martha. We finish our first glass and Martha gets herself another after we departed around ten forty-five am. I capped myself at one drink then found myself falling asleep looking out at the scenery passing under the window listening to some calming music playing through my air pods.

Finally god heard his prayers and sent her to him. “Sunshine! I love you. Please wake up” “I am sorry. I am sorry little baby. Open your eyes” “I’m here. Your Bash is here Sunshine. You’re safe in my arms” “I know you would never leave me” “I love you. I love you very much” “Sunshine” “Little baby” “I’ll never let you go ever” “You are my world” “You are my everything” “Open your eyes Sunshine. I’ve got a lot to say. I want to hear your voice”

The radiator. The train. The pigeons finally quiet. Noah breathing. The ammonite catching the dim light. Monday morning. The warrants prepared. The record complete. The substrate correct. The stayed things. Category eight. The correct amount. --- **Sunday Morning** We told Noah at breakfast. Not everything. The age appropriate version. The honest version. We sat at the kitchen table. The oatmeal. The correct amount of brown sugar. The ammonite on the cord. We told him that the people who had caused trouble were going to be stopped by the police on Monday.

Never did he ask me to call back, never did he demand to be acknowledged. The messages were just to tell me that he was thinking of me. And the playlist. For When You are Ready to Remember Us. I had found it in my Spotify messages three days prior, thirty-seven hand-selected songs crooning about us, not the highlight reels, but the little moments, either. Songs that had been played on Sunday mornings in cafes where we had spent our time, tunes that had floated down from car radios on aimless drives to somewhere and nowhere at all, songs that had surrounded the mundane, beautiful things that had been the focus of what we had shared.

RHEA'S POV: Song of the Chapter: “SWEET SACRIFICE” BY EVANESCENCE ~~~ Monday mornings at this stupid school always taste like burnt coffee and stale rumors, but today a charge rides the air which is hot, static and unsettling.

When he cued her in, she sang; Fierce and wild the storm is raging Round a helpless bark, On to doom ’tis swiftly driving, O’er the waters dark! The rest of the choir joined her at the chorus: Joy, behold the Savior, Joy, the message hear, I’ll stand by until the morning, I’ve come to save you, do not fear Yes, I’ll stand by until the morning, I’ve come to save you, do not fear, do not fear As the short interlude of the melody that would lead her to take the second verse played, she exchanged smiles with Amara who was watching her from the congregation.

Fade away Each new day For sun is on its way For tomorrow again For next day will be better again I will fight every disease The same way Life is easy If it's at risk If it pulls you within It's not a surprise It is for you because To drive life up again High gain High gain In dawn or dusk In heat or cold Life must exist This I was taught This, I am told Fight the storms in life Draw them away Draw them away From your peaceful day From your common place Is this day Is this day again I know the nurture I realise the day Let's celebrate Let's celebrate This morning This day It's rich in every way It's polite in its stay Let's make helpful use Of this day To knock out pain To knock out past sta

She quickly opened the door, and when she saw him, she said, "Good morning, sir... Sorry, Mr. Zach." He laughed, "Well, I'm set to go for work, although a bit later. I wanted to find out how you've been preparing." "I've prepared everything quite alright," she replied. "I am more than ready for it." "That's good. I'll pick you up in the evening and take you to the venue," Zach said. "Thank you, Mr. Zach. Would you like to hear my song? I mean the song I wrote." "Can I?" Zach asked