Stories tagged “music”

  • Hideaway and Lullaby

    “Pity,” Miss Schumann signed, frowning in a good-natured way. Harold made his cross face and signed back, “What?” Smiling as she looked around Harold’s room, his new room, his perfectly sound-proofed room, “You regai...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted about 5 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • That Song

    It’s one of those songs. The kind that makes your heart melt a little. The kind that makes you kind of sad. The kind that makes you… wonder. The kind that makes you smile that small, sad smile. You know the one. It makes you wonder about bi...

    • Author: wytherwings
    • Posted almost 5 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • An Enchanting Waltz

    Beneath this sky I dance, across this floor we dance together. Against the tide I sway, Next to you is where I’m headed. Inside of me the music plays, Down below the music moves. All around you those skirts are swishing. Back behind you they all ...

    • Author: Granada
    • Posted about 5 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • The Beginnning and The Boy

    In the small village of Gammot lived many well-to-do people. Like all other small villages, there was not much excitement to be talked of, no scary or fantastic tales to tell, and everyone had pretty much lived there for his or her entire life. Few for...

  • 64

    Sixty-four. The highest number she really needed to know. She could recognize all the others, but they really meant little beyond how many ticks her metranome could fit into a minute, and that barely went higher than 300. She was particularly good at m...

  • Life Is a Competition

    Sweat runs along my sideburn on yet another red alert summer day in a pickup truck with less than adequate AC. I thought to myself – What am I doing here? I used to write poems, breathe philosophy and make music that hundreds appreciated. Yet I s...

  • golden sunshine music

    Lying out on the deck was something she did daily. Around noon the wooden porch was fully in the sun and at 12:30 when she went and stretched out on it the wooden beams had soaked up so much lovely golden warmth that she could feel it seeping back out ...

    • Author: emily.ruth
    • Posted about 5 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Names are over-rated

    The club was packed that night; hot, sweaty bodies jammed into the dark. Roving strobes the only illumination once you left the puddle of light around the bar. I’d come alone. It wasn’t my first time here, and that really didn’t bothe...

    • Author: dkscully
    • Posted about 5 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Vince's Big Break

    The only difference between Vince and the rest of the people auditioning for the lead singer of Black Shark was that Vince was a nine-year-old boy. The lights were hot and bright on the wooden stage, as the curtains behind him fluttered for a few secon...

  • Apprentice (Mature)

    “The song that Pete had on repeat on his I-pod when he hung himself?” The lack of offense Tony felt was startling even for him. “Nothing but respect for Mr. Hewlitt, but I can turn that motherfucker out.” Tony’s mother wou...

    • Author: RicoLaser
    • Posted about 5 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Vince Sings

    Dotty, the drummer, launched into the opening solo as Vince began to sing. Vince stared into the mic, the band puzzled that he had stopped. “What happened?” Tony asked. “Let’s try it again.” Little Vince’s voice was ...

  • 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...

  • Relations with a Piano

    It may sound peculiar to some, the idea of falling in love with one’s instrument. But there are others, those who have fallen themselves, who understand completely. There’s just something about the piano that I find enticing. Always has bee...

  • O'er the Keys

    I love to run my fingers o’er the keys, the ivories… Yep, same Irving Berlin song. Can I help it if the man’s got it? There’s something beautiful in the feel of ivory keys that synthetics & plastic simply can’t match. ...

  • Oliver

    Oliver looks like your typical grand: black case, 52 white keys and 36 black keys, the lifted top contoured to the classic piano shape. But, really, what piano is typical? To me, Oliver is Oliver because of the lower register; it’s very strong, p...

  • 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 ...

  • The Syncopated Clock [pt 1]

    The aging clockmaker set down his tools and glanced at one of his many watches. It didn’t matter if the timepiece ran forwards, backwards, side to side, or announced the time in Bangkok, they all told him the same thing: it was late. He stretched...

  • Did You Get My Message?

    He dialed the old number, hoping she’d actually pick up this time. Ring, ring, Click “Hey, you’ve reached this number…” “Aw, not again,” Jason muttered sadly. “…Leave a message & I’ll get ...

  • 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 5 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Seduction in 3/4 time

    He closed the door and drew the blinds. The reading lamp was illuminated, and he was alone with his ebony Aphrodite, the memory of the music she created in the air. The light caught her in all the right places, exposing and shadowing and adding tone an...

    • Author: YaYa
    • Posted about 5 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Blushing Cloth

    The room was a softly lit contrast to where she had come from. They had pulled her from the street. Lifted suddenly off her feet, they bound her in soft cloth and canvas straps. Restrained and weightless, supported only by the harness, she was serene i...

  • Music to Drown out the Sounds

    Later that night I sat in my room. I was shaking uncontrolably at my desk while attempting my little bit of homework. After an hour of unsuccesfully doing my mah homework I stood up. I walked to my nightstand and grabbed my iPod from where I laid it th...

  • Authoritative Detective Work

    The author gave Gweneth a quizzical stare. There was something wrong here, and it was her given duty as the author to find out what that was. “Well, normally, here in this world… “Meeting your creator” isn’t seen as a good...

  • deaf

    Rammstein rocks. She can’t hear me, her eardrums have burst!

  • Melophobia

    Finally I’m home. I remove my ear piece and take my iPod out of my pocket. I don’t switch it off, because I don’t have to. It was never on. My home is simply furnished. There is no television, no radio, but I do own a laptop. Of cours...

    • Author: Mirror
    • Posted about 5 years ago.