Novels by HarryShots

Rayna Harrington I wept sadly like my bruised skin—beatings from my mom were usually worst than now. As I remained sat while she just did the unthinkable, I thought about my life in a broader, more crystalline picture. My cries simmered down when she finished, hugging my knees and trying not to show her my weakness. This was the calamitous parts of life – parts where I just wanted to stand out from the different oceans of all types of people, but according to my mom, it was sinful and unwelcomed in her family. The contentment of how it felt to hold my secret gold microphone I had spent my savings on was indescribable; it was simply the epitome of pure

After Eighteen years "I present to you the famous pianist known in this generation," the host boomed with joy as the audience started to become more thrilled, "Xavier Adams." My son came in all his glory as he bowed down on the stage of Julliard and sat down in front of his piano like a fitting glove, it suited him a lot. I gushed in happiness as pride coursed my entire body, Ryson kissed my forehead as we cuddled together in our seats to watch our eighteen years old son play so effortlessly. I had made sure to teach him through all of his years in Michig

A month afterI closed her eyes as she smiled in her short sleeveless red dress on the roof of my grandfather's hotel. I thanked him so many times for his extra support and reserved for England when our school days were over.I wanted more for her than just a music teacher in Michigan school, I wanted to make her dream come true. She expected dinner on the roof, she expected a picnic with the view of pretty Michigan but what she didn't expect when I removed my hand was the big jet that was in front of us.She gasped at the surprise I had in store for her throughout this month with grandpa's help.Her smile was the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen.Her emerald gems glowed i

You'll never cross an emotional bridge, if you keep rushing back to the other side.T.F. Hodge,From Within I Rise: Spiritual Triumph Over Death and Conscious Encounters with "The Divine Presence"•••I wished that time didn't exist. That the obstacles could just be removed, that waiting for him to come back to me could just come faster. Time was a problem I faced. Time wasn't my friend at all, it would either fast forward my life or rewind it.My blonde swirls were jumbled up by a thin striped band and my awful smell spread out in my room from the two horrible days I spent with Ryson. The bed sheets tumbled under my bed from how moody I got. My room was a mess with papers on the ground a

I was beyond vexed, I was fuming with rage. I stopped in front of the mournful beauty with a scowl on my face."Why the fuck didn't you wake me up?" I yelled at her as she just stared at me, emotionless. I grabbed both of her thin shoulders and shook her."Why didn't you ease my guilt?" I yelled more as Evangeline's eyes intensified with grief."I watched my dad get pushed down there." She whispered as her eyes glumly looked into mine. If anyone else was in my place, they would shiver from the amount of pain her eyes radiated."You didn't have to do this alone," I muttered coldly. She shrugged and looked down at the ground. With my hands, I lifted her face to meet mine again. God damn it, I could never stay angry at her.

"Dad, I love you." I sobbed as I reached my hand to touch the side of his cheek. He smiled and took my hand in his."I love you too, princess." He simply said with sparkling eyes. He looked like an angel."What am I supposed to do without you?" I whimpered out. He rubbed my palm to comfort me and said."Keep playing the piano."The sorrowful trees surrounded the house blew against the wind as leaves fell from their places and the wind was ruthless. I stared at the window to the view of Michigan bare streets and the sad drifting leaves.I then averted my eyes to the broken boy that laid with his eyes closed. I smiled a bit at the stubborn boy that f