White Noise Lyrics Will Wood Novels & Stories

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,”

It was one of the songs I wrote years ago before fame started feeling like work. I frowned slightly and pushed the dressing room door open quietly, then froze. Zinnia stood inside with her back turned to me, completely unaware I was there. She moved around the room tidying absentmindedly while humming softly under her breath. Then the humming became words. “In the quiet nights, when the city forgets my name…I still hear your laugh in the pouring rain… We were lightning once, bright and untamed… Now I’m just echoes calling out in vain…” My chest tightened unexpectedly.

Ezra could tear the whole house down if he wanted to. The sound of wood cracking makes me jump. I hear the sounds of paws against dirt, snarls echoing across the backyard. Running to the window, I watch as the white wolf tears across the backyard, a howl rising from its throat. I hadn’t noticed much about Ezra’s wolf before—I’d been a bit too focused on trying not to die. But now, I notice everything. Like the way his coat isn’t exactly white, but a soft golden color. His voice fills the night sky, raising the hair along my arms before he disappears into the trees.

It looks like rain again today I’m soaked to the bone Still won’t stop (Hey) Running faster than that cloud of rain Thought that’d be enough Guess I’m only human after all I’m in a world of pain This cold the damn world gave to me (Woo) Prompts me to press the dust-covered rewind Dancing off-beat lying on the ground Once winter comes, let’s exhale A warmer breath “Like an echo in the forest, the day will come back around as if nothing happened—" “Yeah, life goes on~”

Lily said. “Yeah, baby girl.” “Can we wisten to Fwozen song? Pweeese.” “Ohmigod, you don’t have the CD do you?” I whispered. He grinned. “I don’t have the song, baby girl. How about Guns ’n Roses?” I looked back at her. She wrinkled her nose, but then just as quickly, smiled. “Nobemba Wain.” Alex chuckled. “Okay, baby girl.” He released my hand and chose November Rain from the Use Your Illusion CD and I giggled. “Well played, honey… well played.”

@TheOtherSideOfQuiet “Now, this is what I like I hear. He turned off the lights… turn on your own damn fire, woman!” @ClarityTastesLikeWine “This sounds like freedom. Lonely at first, but free.” @ProbablyAMan “They don’t care until someone else starts noticing you. Abandon his ass, queen.” @PagesIWon’tDelete (loyal follower) “If this is what healing sounds like, I’m all in. Please don’t stop.” And lots more!

** And most of all—**why did it still matter to him? --- He tried to write. No words. He tried to clean. His mind kept wandering. He tried to sleep, and all he could think was about her face, a few feet away, separated from him by drywall and denial. --- That evening, he snapped. Ethan leaned against the wall, his hand flat against it. The muffled sound of her music filtered through on the other side—some slow, sorrowful tune. It was too much. He pounded his fist once. Not hard. Just enough to say, *I'm here.*

We don't want to be like them We can make it 'till the end Nothing can come between you and I Not even the gods above Can separate the two of us (I know how it goes from wrong to right The silence and the noise Have they ever held each other tight, like we do? Have they ever fought, like we do? We don't want to be like them We can make it 'til the end Nothing can come between you and me Not even the gods above Can keep us two apart) ●● I wake up to the sound of knocking on the door. I open my eyes and unconsciously slide my hands to the side of the bed, looking for my Fifty, but the place is empty. -"Mrs. Donneli," I hear Mrs. Jones' voice call.

“I don’t want to lose you.” Sophia felt her heart skip a beat. The walls she had built around herself were crumbling, and she couldn’t stop it. She didn’t want to stop it. She closed the distance between them, her lips brushing against his in a soft, hesitant kiss. It was a kiss filled with uncertainty, with fear, but also with hope. Hope that maybe, just maybe, they could find something good in the midst of all the chaos. But just as the kiss deepened, a loud crash echoed through the woods, shattering the moment.

The familiar screams echoed through the woods. I watched Trevis, his eyes growing increasingly bloodshot, pupils contracting, and my heart quivered. Finally, Trevis made a move. He roared loudly, grabbed a brick, and viciously approached the fallen chauffeur. I tried to stand up to stop him, but after taking a step, I stumbled and fell. With a resounding thud, the brick struck the chauffeur's abdomen. Trevis raised the brick menacingly, ready to strike again— I was so desperate that I felt like I might vomit blood, and I shouted, "Trevis, another blow will kill him!"