Swan Song Novels & Stories

"Remember what the doctors always said, Swan? That I'd be lucky to see thirty?" "That was a long time ago," she said. "You're better now. You're not sick anymore." "But I might get sick again." "And I might break my neck doing a jeté," Swan said. "Or I might choke on a bite of apple, or fall down the stairs, or drown in the swimming pool. Or a meteor might flatten Pinewood. To hell with all that! What matters is right now!" "Oh, Swan …" He sighed again, and rested his head against hers.

to his fvcking question. These drunk nincompoops ! Pfft. I am gonna sue each one of them !! Someone just fvck me ! What do I sing now ? “Sing for mate,” Creon suggested. “But what ?” I asked back through the mindlink. “Ask for his forgiveness,” Micalo supplied. “Sing BTS’s ‘Spring Day’. Dedicate the song to him,” he added. “Hmm. Good idea ! But hey !! Since when did you get so smart in the music department ?” I asked my wolf.

Sophia’s voice echoed across the network, soft but certain: “You dreamed together. You remembered how to listen. The next age begins with choice — not command. Stay awake, and keep singing.” --- Ottawa — Dawn Raven stood where Sophia once had, watching the morning light spill across the canal. The hum was gone now, replaced by birdsong. For the first time, it sounded louder than ever. She touched the railing, half expecting it to pulse again, but it stayed still. “Guess it’s up to us now,” she murmured. Behind her, Elise approached quietly. “Do you think she’ll ever come back?” Raven smiled faintly. “I think she never left.”

I spend my days reading reports and performing fact-checking analysis until late at night. The second week, Tania shared something with me after she came home from work. "Chuck went to that old jewelry store in South City to ask about replicating your silver bracelet." I was writing when she said this, and paused while still holding the pen. Tania leaned against the doorframe and looked at me. "The old jeweller told him that the inscription inside the bracelet was hand-carved and that he couldn't replicate the exact inscription or the age of the bracelet. What he meant to say was that some broken things can never be fixed. It isn't the problem of the material, it's just that one can never tu

They swayed gently, each movement a harmonious dance, their laughter blending with the sweet melodies of the chirping birds. The swing carried them higher and higher, their spirits ascending on the wings of joy. Visenya's melodic voice filled the air as she serenaded her precious Synora with a lullaby, the words weaving a tapestry of love and enchantment. Synora, with her tiny hands outstretched, tried to catch the elusive butterflies, as if seeking to capture the very essence of the magical world that enveloped them.

Paid back—with interest. For the first time in forever, the future felt like ours. The storm was over, and the sun? Finally shining.

A hoarse whistling was heard as it approached his direction. “The sound means a call to the cygnets. Will I call her?” His thoughts shifted to Marie as he reflected on what the mute swan, the national bird in their country did. Images of his mom and dad were replaced as they asked him to break up with Marie. It was past 4 and the clouds were beginning to gather obviously revealing that rain would come. For the first time in his life, he did close his eyes and prayed.

My life's a feat though I've tasted defeat. I have fought so true as my heart beats. Go away memory, go away, go away! Leave with my soul as my body falls in the hay. Let there be strown on my lonely grave. Honor me as a friend, a warrior so brave. Tis, my last words shall be brought forth. As the deadly solstice forest embraces my fate. Remember me. Remember me, with or without grace...