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What do you think of my story?

Late at night I hear a soft oice. I close my eyes and listen to the lyrics...
Sing me a lullaby, sing me to sleep. Make me want to dream, I don't wanna be like them. I wanna be special. So just sing me a lullaby, I really wanna dream. I just wanna be me.
She sings to only the lonely darkness, but I feel that she thinks of it as more. Her words encircle me, call to me. I wonder if she's singing to someone or just the air. Every night her child-like voice seems to set me toward dreamland.
Sometimes I feel as though she is singing to someone lost among thousands. The sadness she puts in these songs tell a story of her hopes and wishes. Sometimes even her tears.
Her songs seem to guide someone to her, someone she has yet to meet. Her songs seem to make me feel hopeful again. Almost...alive again.
She sings a tune so lonely, yet so lovely, that it makes me shed a tear. Such beautiful lyrics and such a beautiful voice. I guess we all need something to make us feel wonderful and I guess this is just one of those things.
As long as her beautiful voice continues to sing such unexplainable lyric, I will continue to forever be bewildered by why. Funny thing, I do not want to find the girl who sings for I fear she might stop.
That is something that I would dread most horribly. I feel now that I need her to sing, I feel addicted to her voice. I would die without it. Yes, I would just die without it. By now I'm sure you fancy me mad. Crazy, if you will. But I'm not mad or crazy. Just in a trance by that beautiful voice..

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2 weeks ago
That was the prolong and heres the beginning of chapter 1

The softness of her voice leads me. I don't know where I am. There are greens, reds, yellows, purple, and blues surronding me. Terror strikes me, then solitude. I could listen to her voice forever.

Listen to my crying heart, listen to the tears, in my mind I hear. Drip, Drop, Drip, Drop, Drip...

I smile and lie among the shadows of this spinning room. Forever I could listen. She is an unwanted sould, a soul filled with crushed hopes and dreams. I never want to leave. Maybe my obsession with her has grown or maybe I was just this was crazy from the begininng. I don't have a clue how crazy I really am. Maybe I just don't care. Yes, I just don't care. I have her now. All to myself. Mine. Mine. Mine. Wait. Where am I? No more colors...just white and black. Things are changing with her song. This time I suppose I'll just explore the place. Yes, I'll just exlore as I listen to the soft, beautiful voice...

2 weeks ago
oh and I'm just 13 so don't be too harsh please


Best Answer - Chosen by Asker: 2 weeks ago
That was the prolong and heres the beginning of chapter 1

The softness of her voice leads me. I don't know where I am. There are greens, reds, yellows, purple, and blues surronding me. Terror strikes me, then solitude. I could listen to her voice forever.

Listen to my crying heart, listen to the tears, in my mind I hear. Drip, Drop, Drip, Drop, Drip...

I smile and lie among the shadows of this spinning room. Forever I could listen. She is an unwanted sould, a soul filled with crushed hopes and dreams. I never want to leave. Maybe my obsession with her has grown or maybe I was just this was crazy from the begininng. I don't have a clue how crazy I really am. Maybe I just don't care. Yes, I just don't care. I have her now. All to myself. Mine. Mine. Mine. Wait. Where am I? No more colors...just white and black. Things are changing with her song. This time I suppose I'll just explore the place. Yes, I'll just exlore as I listen to the soft, beautiful voice...