Melody woke up sweating. There it was again. At first she'd thought the humming was her fridge, but it had gradually grown into a song. The piano notes repeated themselves in her dreams every night.

The minor key they were in sent a chill down her spine every time she heard it. The first thing she did, reach for her phone and call Ladina.

"I heard it again." She spoke shakily into the phone. "Melo...

_Psst, I see dead people…_

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I pause in my tracks. Most people would turn around to see what thing, what person uttered such an eerie verse. I thought I’d ridden myself of whatever had been haunting me. Evidently not.

Lately I’ve felt so cold. My bones ache everywhere and I feel so alone. Whatever’s doing this to me has no mercy.

_I see dead people…_

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“Shut up!” I yell into the air, no...

I’m basic I know

But she saved my life

She.saved.my.life

I’m sorry if that bothers you

But her

I strive to be able to create tales like she does

To weave together words that could crack someone open

I wasn’t able to afford tickets

Still I feel like I’ve been to each concert

Her ways of making everyone feel as if they know her

Even with all the shit she’s been through

She’s still motivating

She’...

I can’t get this memorable song out of my head

It sleeps with me in my dreams I him it in the shower in the car when I’m listening on my iPhone etc Runnig

It melts my heart and mind into a state of trance and bliss llaalsa tata tata I’m invincible

I wake up I hear a truck I run I yell and suddenly it hits me

Nothing happens I see the damaged truck I’m invincible...

It’s only thanksgiving

the parade has begun

my cars warm

the outsides cold

but when i turn on the radio

i can’t think straight anymore

i hear the screams

the fa-la-la-la-las haunt

the city turns bright red and white

flashing lights around every avenue and boulevard...

The song grew louder as the days passed. It was always there, whispering at the edges of her awareness. Eve started to hear it in places it couldn’t possibly be: on the static-laden intercom of the subway, in the shuffle of leaves on the sidewalk, in the way her coffee pot gurgled in the morning.

Her sleep suffered. At night, the melody would wrap itself around her dreams, leaving her groggy and ...

Eve didn’t know when the song first appeared in her life. It felt as though it had always been there, a ghostly hum threading through her days. It wasn’t a tune she recognized—no pop song from the radio, no childhood lullaby. Just a strange, mournful melody that clung to her like fog on a winter morning.

At first, she thought it was in her head. She’d hear it in the quiet moments, like when she w...

When a song is stuck in your mind

It does nothing but repeat

A pulse in your head

The lyrics and the beat

Something that won’t go away

It won’t come out of your head

And it’s there the next day

When you get out of bed

But slowly the beat fades

A background sound

And then it is gone

It cannot be found

So the songs out of my head

Nothing to repeat

But here comes another sound

Oh no, it’s a beat...

I hear it’s melody everywhere.

From the middle of the forest to the small town located north. From underwater to a hill covered in green.

I can’t escape it.

But I don’t really want to.

It brings comfort in my darkest times. It’s a song of sorrow and sadness alongside hope and dreams.

It’s a song that shares happiness and anger.

Pride and fear.

A song that represents me and you and every living cr...

Does it really count as a whisper if I can hear them from across the room? I can feel their glances prick my skin.

“Poor, fragile little Odessa.”

The words stroke my ear. I know my stoic expressions unnerve them. They think I’m breaking on the inside, or maybe that I’m just holding the floodgates back.

Neither are true. I just need to be alone. The servants always have their eyes on me. Pity...