Write a story inspired by a piece of music (without using any lyrics).
Posted in Middle School on Oct 26, 2022
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“Music” by Min Min
Music I was listening to Chopin's Funeral March on the radio the other day. It brought back my memories. In 1966, I lived in Shanghai. One of my neighbors was Gu Shengying. She was a distinguished young pianist. I often listened to her music drifting from her window. In my alley, several kids played violins, accordions, and other musical instruments. Whenever s...
“Team Building” by Webb Johnson
Team Building“The purpose of team building is to increase trust, improve communication, expand collaboration, and broaden, or maintain motivation.” Unknown The office memo had a worrying tone: “Bob, find Lew before you leave.” An hour later I sat in front of Lew Cook’s neat desk─so neat there was nothing on it while he informed me that the selection committ...
“A lost friend” by Isla Brown
Let’s start at the beginning, in the last few months of third grade I became friends with a boy named Scot. We bonded over the fact that we both liked history and filming. Scot and I started really writing and coming up with scripts in fourth grade. At recess we would plan a show we wanted to make, drawing and writing in my notebook and talking about things we knew we couldn’t do with the ten dollars we both had.
“The First Kid” by Cam McDermid
I am the first kid, Kid A. They sent me on a great wooden carrack where I contracted scurvy almost immediately after my departure. In my delirium, a storm had raged, both internally and externally. My crewmates were experiencing the harsh violence of the storm outside, while I was experiencing it inside myself in the form of a fever. They had me lay in bed, and to keep my mind steady I focused on the placement of things...
“Why I Have Bars on My Windows” by Samantha Shaffer
Warning: attempted sexual violence and gun violence When we have children, we promise to give them lives better than our own. We try to raise them with respect and encourage a good education. We want to give them the world but protect them from the evils around them. I grew up a pretty typical life in 1960's America. My father worked for the local bank and my mother stayed home an...
“Waking to music” by Cameron Landers
I was having some pleasant dreams, some gentle thoughts. I was watching an incredibly lovely young girl doing a springy dance on grassy hills as the sunlight seemed to chase, trying to catch her. I don’t remember dreaming music, but now I was, a lilting picolo sound, and yes, violins. I opened my eyes and searched for my clock, and it was time to rise up. That picolo still sounded, seeming to fade into silence. ...
“Macushla - Mo chuisle” by Michael Regan
The cemetery at Ardbear Cemetery, seemed more foreboding than ever. Framed from behind by the setting sun, the ruins of St Mary’s Church Tower stood as a stark reminder that death was inevitable. The old oak tree had long lost its leaves, and sends long evening shadows across the land..John, passes through the wrought iron entrance to the cemetery. In his arms, bundled against the cold and damp evening air, is his two month old baby daughter. This is the first time he had brought her to this terrible place.
“Nights and Letters” by Vivian Gould
I watched the candle flicker from the breeze coming from the open window; quill poised above the letter I needed to finish. I looked at the stack of letters I had written to you each night, never sent. Each a declaration, of what, I was never sure about. The thoughts of your beauty in my head confused me, making it hard to concentrate on what I needed to say. I set the quill down and walked over to the window. I opened t...
“You Know I Am No Good” by Nelly Shulman
You Know I Am No Good I do not know why I have such a fancy for this little café. The sparse copper burners exude the marginal warmth, failing to penetrate the numbing iciness of the wintry city. The sharp wind whips the pedestrians, hurdling them into the corner holes such as the one I have been frequenting lately. The central, brightly lit places...
“They're Calling Off The War” by Deborah Landers
("Mars" by Sleeping At Last)*"Did you hear them say the war's supposed to be over now?" Private Rodriguez whispered.Gina Sullivan couldn't help but groan into her pillow. "They've always said that, kid," she muttered. "We're still here and about as front-line as they get. If it were actually over, I feel like we'd be the first to know.""But what if it is?" Apparently the kid couldn't take a hint. Not even an explicit one, like shoving her head under her pillow. "What if they reached an agreement and now we get ...
“Sea Sounds” by John Vincent Bahrenburg
Only one person was on the beach that evening. A shaded figure, dressed in a long black jacket, stood at the edge of the great blue abyss. The figure stared, over the tops of the cresting waves, out to sea. They were humming. The breeze off the salted shore whistled the old tune. Seagulls sang the melody through the rain hazed mist, hungry for the food that was no longer so easily found. The waves, of course, p...
“Perfidia in 4 Acts” by James Freeh
6:30 pm As he pulled into the restaurant parking lot, it occurred to Alberto that he had already worked 9 hours today. Tonight, if he was lucky, he should be home by 10:15, so that would give him just over 12 hours today! He knew he was working too much, but he really wanted to take Carla to Mazatlan for her birthday, and it wasn’t that far off. ...
“Dark in the City” by Joan Kearney
This story contains sensitive content including, substance abuse, and minimal physical/sexual violence It happened on a quiet winter night. The snow was so heavy all day that it left no place for cars with their motors, people to make noise, and no bird or bug for anyone to hear. The temperature had gone up just enough on Monday afternoon to allow the winter storm watch to become a warning for a...
“Zoom” by F.O. Morier
Zoom... Remember that song? I haven't heard that one in a while. I think I forgot it and to be honest, I think I chose to forget it. It was a commercial R&B hit with a soul vibe, during the '80s. Bang... heaven called and all the angels sang. It´s a song that comes pretty close to a demonstration of what might happen when love comes into your life. I'll admit it's a song you have to be in...
“Through closed eyes” by Rayna Falch
Trigger warning: self harm and suicidal themes I roll up my shirtsleeve for the seventh time in the past two days. My grip on the blade tightens. I close my eyes. There’s a lump in my throat and my mouth is dry. I take a shaky breath as I press the sharp metal to my wrist. Tears start to fall as I feel the point pierce my skin. I can feel the blood start to trickle out as I drag the blade across my wrist....
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