Stories tagged “guitar”

  • Blackbird

    He was one of many to first receive the apparatus. He had taken the full 18 months, but they told him that was good; it told them how to improve it for the next batch of maturing citizens. He needed a second round of treatment. They had not been satisf...

  • Tips

    “Thank you, ma’am, I greatly appreciate it.” The jar’s boy was slumped nonchalantly against a tree, playing an old guitar and hoping to wake the spirit of the drifting musician in the passersby. Clink went the spare change as it...

  • Curbside Prophet

    I’m a curbside prophet with my hand in my pocket, and I’m waitin’ for my rocket to come… In those days I’d sit out on the corner by the park, often with only my guitar for company. People would often scurry by, rushing to ...

  • Passing Notes

    In the three weeks since she’d wandered into the coffee shop, she’d grown quite accustomed to the rhythms of the place. Breakfast and lunch were intense and the evenings ran on forever, it seemed. Regulars greeted her by name, and she was n...

    • Author: dkscully
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Concertos for a healing heart

    LIVE GUITAR – WEDNESDAY NIGHTS The simple poster advertising her performances ended up stuck in the same corner of the coffee shop’s window as the job advert that had drawn her inside in the first place. Isaac had looked at her, quizzically...

    • Author: dkscully
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • The Adventures of Batman and Garfunkel: A Day In The Bat-Cave

    “I don’t know what to do with this damn thing…” Batman stared down at the strung wooden instrument. “Like this,” as a beautiful sound emerged. “I don’t think this is going to work out, Garfunkel. I mean, ...

    • Author: Spageti
    • Posted almost 10 years ago.
    • 1 out of 5
  • Guitar for Supper

    I felt the strings of my new guitar twang under my fingers, and then I felt a chill. The front door was open…she was home. “It’s me! Where are you…” Her voice faded as her eyes fell on the brand new, sparkly guitar in my a...

    • Author: Mackizme
    • Posted over 9 years ago.
  • We forgot the Rock and Roll

    You know the old adage “Sex, Drugs, and Rock and Roll”? It became our checklist. When we started playing together, that was the Holy Trinity of the music we played. Eventually we got the Sex, the Drugs were easier to come by though. But we ...

  • Now What?

    The big question. Now what? I sit on the edge of my bed, guitar resting on my knees, trying to put my newfound numbness into words… into a song, but my mind can’t make sense of it all. The words fly past, waiting for me to pluck one for the...

    • Author: Mackizme
    • Posted over 9 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Encore!

    I have never taken a chance like this on just a whim and do something that could make look like an idiot. But, I have to take the chance. Sometimes the best moments in life are those “spur of the moment” type situations. I head down the hal...

  • Requests

    You ever have that moment where your heart literally skips a beat? You can’t control it, it just happens. I can’t believe I’m doing this! Why am I sitting here on this stool about to play in front of thousands of people by MYSELF?! I ...

  • The Fan

    I watched her face, it was a deer in headlights, but with a twinge of, “I can’t believe this is happening!” I love that. Not that people should be excited to see me, I could care less. It’s the fact that a song I wrote years ago...

  • The Guitarist

    He slapped his hand on the alarm clock, silencing it. It read 6:30. Vince sat up in bed, wincing and groaning in pain. “Gah, my back is killing me,” he said to the darkness around him. He looked at his wife, Carla, who was still in a deep s...

    • Author: Charlie K
    • Posted over 9 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • The Guitarist #2

    Vince turned his wrench, tightening the nut one last time. He pulled his head out from under the sink and stood up. “There you go, Mrs. Heffernan,” he said, “Good as new.” “Oh, thank you, dear” she said. Mrs. Heffern...

    • Author: Charlie K
    • Posted over 9 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • The Guitarist #3

    Vince threw his toolbox in the back of the car, having finally convinced Mrs. Heffernan that he really was full and that he really did have to go. He walked around the car and climbed in. When he cranked it up, Led Zeppelin’s “Good Times, B...

    • Author: Charlie K
    • Posted over 9 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Rock Out

    5 years ago… Inspiration is like a lit match. When it strikes it illuminates your imagination and you can’t help but get creative. It’s also a drug too, inspiration becomes addictive. “Whatchya doin’?” Jimmy asks as ...

  • The Guitarist #4

    “So, what are we practicing today, boss?” Johnny, the lead singer and rhythm guitarist in the band, said. “I told you not to call me that” Vince said. “Whatever you say… boss” Johnny said, grinning and barely c...

    • Author: Charlie K
    • Posted over 9 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • The Guitarist #5

    After they finished their coffee, Vince and Johnny hopped in Vince’s car and drove to Johnny’s house. Their drummer, Randy, was standing outside the garage, which was being used as a practice space. “Where the hell have you guys been?...

    • Author: Charlie K
    • Posted over 9 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Crossroads

    A hot Mississippi sun beat down on a boy trudging west along a back road. The guitar he carried was impossibly heavy, yet he bore it with the determination of someone possessed. His face was streaked where drops of sweat trickled down. His legs burned ...

    • Author: Bob Liddil
    • Posted over 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • The Guitarist #6

    Vince and Johnny started setting up, plugging in the guitars and tuning up. Randy kept his drums in the garage, so he had nothing to set up. He started doing some ridiculous-looking stretches. When they were ready to start, Jared’s car came flyin...

  • The Guitarist #7

    Vince walked into the kitchen. Carla was making dinner. “Something smells good.” he said. “Shrimp alfredo.” Carla said. Vince walked up behind her. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her neck. “I missed you, too!...

    • Author: Charlie K
    • Posted over 9 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Rhyme To A Drum Line

    Bitterness is not An interest Of mine My thoughts align With the stars that shine Above the blind belts of sunshine I climb the mountainous skyline of my mind And combine with mother nature and father time

  • Too Much

    Tyler blinked as the drugs spread out from the different impact points. His nose was a snowy mountain-top, his left arm a tiny range of volcanoes, and inside his body, jet fuel burned. He was a god. The applause was thunderous as he stepped on stage. I...

  • In Search of Music

    I shuffle along the sidewalk like an ant, following an invisible path for reasons I can’t discern anymore. I clutch my 4$ coffee defensively in one hand and scratch the stubble around my chin with the other. I haven’t shaved in days. As I p...