Wires The Neighborhood Lyrics Novels & Stories

"The wheels on the bus go round and round, round and round, round and round. The wheels on the bus go- crunch?" I look down, and at my feets are pieces of broken glass. That's when I realize how late it is, and that's when I see that our neighbourhood is very, *very* quiet. "Mother?" I say when I open the door with my spare key. The house echoes my call, and an eerie feeling claws up my spine. Something's wrong. Even with my alcohol-clouded mind, I can feel it. Involuntarily, I shiver. "Mother?"

The song was starting so I had to sing. 🎵Weight of the world on your shoulders.🎵 🎵 I'll kiss your waist and ease your mind.🎵 🎵I must be favored to know you🎵 🎵I take my hands and trace your lines🎵 Eve giggled loudly and blushed. 🎵Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Thursday, Friday, Saturday Sunday (a week).🎵 🎵Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday Sunday (a week).🎵

“What? Do you actually think you lost out? “You’ve met these ladies. You’re clearly out of their league. “The idea of this whole thing started because they couldn’t leave the place. “If you can’t cut it, quit now.” The residents couldn’t leave the place. It sank in right there and then how things didn’t add up in the neighborhood. I had never come across male residents around the area, nor were the residents ever seen leaving the neighborhood. I suspected they were trapped in the community. Emmy read my mind.

The kitchen was totally cluttered with dishes and bowls here and there, specks of flour on the counter top, cabinet doors open, pans and pots on the stove, and two women singing and dancing to their old favorite song Downtown. When you're alone And life is making you lonely You can always go Downtown When you've got worries All the noise and the hurries seem to help I know Downtown Just listen to the music of the traffic in the city Linger on the sidewalks where the neon lights are pretty How can you lose The lights so much brighter there You can forget all your troubles Forget all your cares So, go Downtown Things will be great where you're in Downtown... "Liza! What's burning?!" I pointed

The income is just enough to live on, neither excess nor lacking. At dusk, the darkness was vague, the interlacing electric wires in the sky, making the whole residential area seem like it was captured in a spider web. The atmosphere is somewhat claustrophobic and mysterious. The road leading to the residential area is narrow, zigzag, and deep. The surrounding walls were painted with monstrous shapes. The street lights at the turns were turned on but none of them clearly illuminated the path, just flickered, turned on, and turned off again. Uri kicks the small stone at his feet, just walking and muttering: "Neil Royce, idiot! Vampires are not real! Not real!"

The once vibrant and bustling community now seemed subdued, as if overshadowed by an invisible cloud of apprehension. "Excuse me, young ones," I said to some sickly kids. "Can you help me? I'm looking for this address." I added as they smiled whispering among themselves. "It's the Luna." They said as one coughed. "It's just there, a few blocks away." one said. "Thank you," I said with a grateful smile as I continued on my way. I approached the house, an eerie silence settled over the neighborhood. The once well-tended gardens now appeared neglected, their vibrant blooms withered and lifeless.

Kattie sighs again, concern etched across her face. I gently rub my thumbs over the top of her hands, offering a hopefully reassuring smile. "We’re not going to tell him." The weight of the moment hangs heavy in the air, tension crackling between us. The stakes have never been higher, and the choices we make now could change everything. ***** Adis and I walk through a small, deserted neighborhood, a place long forsaken and now choked with overgrown weeds and crumbling facades. It feels like a ghost town, a remnant of a life once vibrant and bustling, much like the rest of the underworld we inhabit.

Somewhere between the two, a bond hums like a wire pulled taut—not breaking, not even close. “Come on,” I whisper to Aria, to Kevin, to myself. “Let’s go home.” And we do—one cold step after another, with a voice I love still echoing in my bones.

“We were in the backseat drunk on something stronger than the drinks in the bar, I rent a place on Cornelia Street, I say casually in the car we were a fresh page on the desk filling in the blank as we go, as if the streetlight pointed in an arrowhead leading us home” “And I hope I never lose you, hope it never ends I’d never walk Cornelia Street again that’s the kind of heartbreak time could never mend, I’d never walk Cornelia Street again and baby I get mystified by how this city screams your name and baby I’m so terrified of if you ever walk away, I’d never walk Cornelia Street again, I’d never walk Cornelia Street again.”

She didn't even know that even its lyrics, she still liked it. "What is the title of the song?" SHe asked the young man as she nodded her head at the rythm of the song. "It's Miss Independent by Ne-yo" was his answer. Her smile widened when she heard the young man singing along. She even closes her eyes to admit every lyric he releases. The young man's voice was very nice so what she did was he turned down the volume of the radio a bit because she preferred the young man's voice.