Whistle Lyrics Novels & Stories

“If he remembers, you die faster.” --- That night, alone in her corner, Melodie whispered toward the stars. “Don’t let her win. Not with my song. Not with my life.” --- In his chamber, Alexander held the straw whistle again. He stared at it for a long time. Then, suddenly, he blew. A few trembling notes escaped. Raw. Fragile. And utterly familiar. His hand shook. --- “She wasn’t lying,” he whispered. ---

I can't fly with these small wings Even though I am like an ugly duckling Indeed, when my song reach the sky above Then we shall truly meet Even if a sigh goes by, even if my heart grieves, even if your heart is sad I know, we will find shelter again someday I can't fly with these small wings Even though I am like an ugly duckling Indeed, when my song reaches the sky above Then we shall truly meet One, two, three, I count white sheep Unknowingly, tears began to fall

Without her realizing it, her long-buried grievances seemed to be easing away. Her eyes turned watery. The lyrics were a bunch of simple and straightforward words, yet she found herself completely absorbed in them. "Whisper of the Silence." Danise smiled. "Lovely song, isn't it?" "Whisper... of the Silence?" A glimmer appeared in her lifeless gaze. "Such a beautiful name. Is this your latest work?" "How I wish. It's Kyle." Staring into her eyes, he continued, "He composed it with hopes that it could reach the ears of somebody he misses."

My wobble knees were almost vibrating in the white sneakers, I had on. Other hand was just at the side of the flowery dress I had on. My eyes loitered to the crowd’s impatient faces, till I found Cole’s… He gave me a re-assuring look. “Well I think we…all know this piece by Whitney Houston,” I muttered before I started. “Clock strikes upon the hour And the sun begins to fade,” My voice was a husky mess. It looked like no one was even interested. “Still enough time to figure out How to chase my blues away,”

My throat ached with the kind of pain that didn’t have a name. “She would’ve loved this,” I whispered, more to myself than to them. “She would’ve been running around this room, frosting on her hands, singing louder than both of you combined.” Silvio hummed with me, off-key and sweet. When the yelling stopped for a second, I blew out one candle and whispered, “Make a wish.” Silvio leaned forward, puffing his cheeks out, and blew the rest. The smoke curled upward, disappearing into the ceiling. “Did you wish for her to come home?” I asked softly.

The thought snapped something inside me. I came hard, sudden, and violent. My knees buckled. James’s arm across my stomach was the only thing keeping me upright. My pussy clamped down on his fingers in frantic, rhythmic pulses. Fresh wetness gushed out, coating his wrist, dripping onto the polished floor between our feet. I couldn’t stifle the sound completely—a choked, desperate whimper that blended into the saxophone’s wail. The silver woman’s eyes widened further. Her lips formed a perfect, silent “oh.”

“It won’t. Not unless we let it.” We didn’t speak after that. We just held each other. Breathing. Bleeding. Becoming. And somewhere between the rage and the war, we found peace. For now. ══════☸☸☸══════ I should’ve been watching the horizon. Instead, I watched the man across from me pour two fingers of whiskey with a hand too steady for someone who knew too many ghosts.

"Go to hell, Sandra! You took my man. Just like your mother, you're nothing but a husband-stealing whore. I hope you never rest. Even in death, you'll suffer forever in the darkest pits of hell." The air in the room went dead. Then, the place erupted.

She read the poem on the topmost page: Blurry eyes, in a haze, Cry silently near the window, Go without speaking for days, Written words are all that remain. What did I do wrong? You call me a disgrace. Sleep with pretty women, perfect bodies Yet you dare show me that face? I sit by my lonesome, Never a hair out of place, Temptation walks by, You get in the way. Dismay, disarray, I seek comfort, The warmth of a stranger's arms,

, plugged in headphones to listen. Don't leave me alone. Don't leave me alone. It's so cold, it's so cold Why did you leave me alone? Don't leave me alone. Don't leave me alone. Windy afternoon Windy afternoon Why did you leave me? Some words some words The sound of love or prayer Some music some music Music to call people or music to call souls Don't be silent don't be silent With the sound of hammers nails. Don't give off scent. Don't give off scent