Sunday Morning Song Novels & Stories

As soon as he was in and buckled up, he turned the engine on, and with it, the radio kicked in. A warm, upbeat song filled the space between them. The lyrics were light, dreamy, carried by a soft female voice backed by piano and guitar. Maria leaned back, tapping her fingers on her knees to the beat. “Oh, I love this one.” Rene nodded along and, within seconds, started singing, except the lyrics he was singing were completely wrong. “In the morning sun, I’ll catch your flame,” he crooned, completely off-pitch, “when the horses fly through candy rain—”

The moment the message sent; I felt the taut string inside my chest snap— not relief. Resolve. A second later, he replied: “9 p.m. tonight.” “White Rose Chapel, next to City Hall.” “Bring your ID.” “And—don’t let anyone touch that wedding dress.” “It’s what your mother left for you.” “You should wear it when you truly win.” Henry’s POV On the morning of the wedding, I fastened my cufflinks and checked my watch—only a few hours left until the ceremony. The makeup team, planner, venue manager—they’d been sending confirmation messages since last night.

The bright light from the sun had peeked into everyone’s life. Just like any other mornings, the roads were filled with the early birds jogging, and shops opening. In the background played a song from the late 80s along with a light breeze syncing with it. Young people barely listen to any classics. But she does. Haven Miles.

The tune of her song begun to play as her brother took the microphone to begin the song. Sunday mornings were your favorite I used to meet you down on Woods Creek Road You did your hair up like you were famous Even though it's only church where we were going Now Sunday mornings, I just sleep in It's like I buried my faith with you I'm screaming at a God I don't know if I believe in 'Cause I don't know what else I can do I'm still holdin' on to everything that's dead and gone I don't wanna say goodbye 'Cause this one means forever

The early morning sunlight is warm and has a soft glow shining down from the heavens, but the weather is still a little bit cold. Inside the car, the song ‘A Bar Song’ by Shaboozey is thrumming into the air, and I keep nodding to the contagious beats of the music as we continue on our way to school despite the silent tension I can feel pulsing in the air between us.

Singing don't worry about a thing Cause every little thing is gonna Be alright Woke up this morning Sit with the rising sun Three little birds Pitch by my doorstep Singing sweet songs of Melodies pure and true This is my message to you Singing don't worry about a thing Cause every little thing Is gonna be alright now The scream melted down into gasping sobs, my entire being quaking to the point my teeth chattered. I vaguely heard Mykel tell Liz to take us home before the engine turned over and we were pulling out of the parking lot.

They boarded a ship and drifted downstream toward Canmir in the south. Neither of them had ever been there before. They only heard that Canmir had recently been struck by famine. After three days and nights of sailing, their ship finally reached Canmir. The terrain in Canmir was rugged and steep. The mountains stretched on endlessly too. The moment Selene and Fenric disembarked, they were struck by the sight before them. In the distance lay vast green plains, and at the edge of the plains were towering, snowy white mountains. Everywhere in the streets and alleys were objects related to religion belief. When they passed by the Matron Abbey, they heard the continuous stream of prayers inside.

He turned quickly towards the source of the sound, grabbing the flat object on the nightstand. "Morning, Mom," Angel answered after receiving a call from her mother. "Morning Honey... are you ok?" Angel smiled, feeling warm every time she felt the attention from her mother, which was sometimes too much. "I'm ok, Mom." "Where are you now?" "I exist-" Suddenly Angel fell silent, her memory returned to what she had forgotten last night. He immediately sat up, ignoring the pain that gripped his core. "Oh Lord!" "Angel, what are you doing?"

For ten years, I stood beside Adrian Shaw while he clawed his way up from nothing to a nine-figure fortune. In all that time, he never once took me anywhere that cost more than twenty dollars a head. On the eve of our tenth anniversary, I sent him a link to the steakhouse I'd been saving for years. His expression darkened. "Just because we have money now doesn't mean we can forget how hard life can get. Thrift is a virtue, Nora. Don't lose it." I thought he had a point, so I nodded and agreed to cancel the reservation. Then, on the day I went to the restaurant to cancel it, I saw Adrian across the dining room, having dinner with a girl. He cut her steak for her, then reached over and ge

~ If only tonight, If this is all I got, If I can't have your love, I won't get back up this time. If only tonight, I'll race you to the sun, before the morning comes, if I can change your mind. It's only tonight, and tomorrow you're gone, and we're just a song, singing along...~ Music blasted on the speakers. She sang along with the song, driving down the gravelly road. The wind rushed in through the open windows, blowing her auburn hair around. The road was surrounded by a thick forest on either side.