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“Connected Rhythms ” by M M

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Picking up my bag, I wave my hand in a soft quake directed to my friends as we go our separate ways to lessons, hearing the bell announce the last hour of school. I check my schedule for my last class as I stroll down the halls to spot science – the most inexplicable and lifeless subject I’ve ever attended.Hauling myself down the corridors of the school, I eventually reach my class and enter. I walk past groups of others gossiping, receiving gestures from some, as everyone waits for the teacher to turn up. I distinguish the only seat in the ...

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“Everybody lives for the music” by Patrick Samuel

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[warning: it wouldn't be a story without sensitive content.]I turn on the ignition. When I feel the motorbike vibrating under me, I tell myself: this must be what sex is like with someone you truly love. Not that I would know.I make the engine roar, once, twice, to drown out all the thoughts I know are coming. When that’s not enough, I press “play” on my Walkman. Pretty soon the synths start up and I’m on a highway of sounds. Bright lights, the music gets faster. And it never fails to conjure up all that I can’t face in silence.Lik...

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“The Pianist & The Mobster” by S.R. Shores

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On a good day, my mother would say she loved my father; but on a bad day, when she was pouring wine down her gullet, she’d say she wished she had never met him at all. As my father had left when I was approximately two years old, any knowledge of him had to come from the two people in my life that knew him: my mother and my grandfather. My mother rarely talked about him, so the most information I could pull out of her was that he liked music and that the locked office in our house was his. It was only after my mother died that my grandfather...

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“Mixed” by Cora Irelan

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Tawney wiped at the sweat beginning to bead on her forehead with an equally moist arm and snatched another plastic cup from the counter. It was muggy--the kind of day that could break out in sunshine or storm, depending on the overall mood--and she was grateful for the tent that, at the very least, kept her fair skin from burning to a crisp. She pulled the handle of the tap, carefully tilting the cup to avoid excessive foam, then slid the beer across the bar to a young blonde woman. The woman giggled and thanked her before flipping her long,...

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“Just Keep Dancing” by Luke Melvin

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Don’t drink on an empty stomach. That’s what they all say. But no one ever told me not to drink on an empty head: when the brain feels like a black cavity and you’re left curled up in bed, steeped in neglect and pitiful esteem. A drink will make me feel better, some think. It’ll cheer me up! Then they have that drink, and another, and another, and while they might feel elevated for the first few swigs, the beer becomes bottled bitterness, the spirits mixed melancholy, and they end up in a pit far deeper than when they had started. I was one ...

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“Five Years” by T D Crasier

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It has been an embarrassing, five, long years since I had retuned to my place of birth. A small, impoverished district of South London, confused by pockets of gentrification but with the suggestion of wanton neglect. Mostly caused by the selling-off of the council houses to greedy housing associations, the generations that were born and bred here, are pushed out to housing estates further afield and the aspirational are forced to buy up, and invade wider London, due to ever-increasing house prices.I’m paying a visit to my ageing parents, who...

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“Connect the Freckles” by Michael Jefferson

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Everyone has a motivator who possesses the raw energy of a cattle prod placed in their naughty bits. Katherine O’Donnell was my cattle prod. We met in the third grade when I was a stuttering, insecure, buck-toothed bookworm hoping to find anonymity in the school chorus. I figured I’d been found out as a vocal imposter when our music teacher, Mrs. Herbert, stood next to me with her head cocked in my direction. &...

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“Music is Life” by Amy Ravenscraft

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(The following story contains thoughts about dying and dealing with death. Some readers may find the topic difficult.) I am in the hospital again, hopefully for the last time. Each stay gets a little longer and leaves me more spent. I barely have the energy to breathe. People often say they are bone-tired. These people have no idea. I had no idea. Who could imagine a fatigue so complete that seeing, hearing, and breathing would require one to conserve energy to attempt the effort. The drugs have allowe...

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“Of Brandy Bottles and Garden Tools” by Leticia Mooney

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Of Brandy Bottles and Garden ToolsHe was the best bass player in town. The best bass player, but the nicest guy. And a stage personality that put the show-offs of 80s hair metal to shame.After a series of disasters with his existing bassist, from having to play as a three-piece thanks to angry tantrums, bar chicks who were threatened, chairs thrown, Shannon was left without a bass player. Danger was good, but it was hard to tell how much of the bass he played and how much of it was just fiddling. Play a bit, fiddle with knobs. Play a bit, fi...

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“Betrayed revenge ” by Zoe Amos

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It started as an act of revenge. An act that was meant to evoke jealousy. Johan had not only broken my heart but ripped it out of my chest and then went even further by shredding it to pieces. I was gutted. My confidence was in tatters. Even though I was now an educated, independent, and a successful businesswoman, this betrayal exposed the part of me that was broken. All of my achievements were overshadowed by the darkness of my past. The memories that still haunted me some nights. I recalled the lyrics "Where do you go to my love...

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“Love at First Harmony” by Cydney Rose

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Emery Dallos. There she is, appearing from behind the curtains to take her place on the stage. I take a sip from my martini glass, seeing that none of my friends surrounding the circular table have halted their conversation or taken notice of her upcoming performance. Currently, they seem to be engrossed in a conversation regarding suit fabrics and forbidden affairs. For all the times I’ve questioned why they got married in the first place only to have their head turned by every woman they pass, they’ve laughed in my face as if I asked the m...

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“Thank You For The Music” by Rama Shaar

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"That's so tacky!" “Hmm?” I was jolted from my daily trance.“Your songs!” she mumbled, looking out the window. “They’re so tacky.”“Oh,” I reached for the CD player while keeping my eyes on the road, “I’ll stop...”“NO!” she interrupted sharply.Startled, I pulled back my hand, “OK!”“I mean... it’s fine!” she crossed her arms over her seatbelt.“OK.”That was the first conversation I’d ever had with Joy despite having driven her to and from school for the past ten days.Seventeen years ago, when George had introduced me to her, she nodded and...

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“Spread your wings and take to the sky” by Isobel Tynan

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The night the Inspector yanked me aside was the hottest that summer. I was already late and my boss, her eyes a dark warning, had enunciated in her accented English: “YOU MUST NOT BE LATE AGAIN.” I always intended to go to bed, to rest, to recover after the graveyard-shift. Mostly, I didn’t. Somewhere, along the train ride home my eyes, heavy with sleep, would flutter closed, my head loll against the window. Then I’d be jerked awake by the sudden stop at Les Halles. The temptation to explore the city in the gentle morning heat wou...

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“A Melodic Chance” by Kayla Altagracia

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I saw her again. This is the third time we’ve seen each other. Walking in opposite directions on the escalator. She goes down towards the exit while I slowly move inside the train station. All three times she sees me move to my favorite All-Rock band, Discourage. The girls in that band hold a special place in my heart. Anyway, she saw me as I shook my head a bit to their song, “Broken Paradise .” These escalators used to be empty. It gave me some time to bob my head to my favorite group. Now, it’s always accompanied by someone I can'...

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“Mother of Sound, Give me a Form” by Johanna Parry

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They stood together within the vibrating light. Each cadence held a unique sound. Transfixed, they felt frozen in time. Perhaps because they were. Hands pressed together in prayer form, they held each other up. Juno tried to push them apart. Each movement caused a tinkling, a tingling and a shatter-like feeling. Crystals of light embedded within sound. Music, harmonics and vibration. For Juno it was like being immersed in water. For Syntha it was immersion in light. The two decided to try again. Lifting their attention to not only the ...

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Write about two people who form a bond with each other through music.

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✍️ 46 stories

“Connected Rhythms ” by M M

“Everybody lives for the music” by Patrick Samuel

“The Pianist & The Mobster” by S.R. Shores

“Mixed” by Cora Irelan

“Just Keep Dancing” by Luke Melvin

“Five Years” by T D Crasier

“Connect the Freckles” by Michael Jefferson

“Music is Life” by Amy Ravenscraft

“Of Brandy Bottles and Garden Tools” by Leticia Mooney

“Betrayed revenge ” by Zoe Amos

“Love at First Harmony” by Cydney Rose

“Thank You For The Music” by Rama Shaar

“Spread your wings and take to the sky” by Isobel Tynan

“A Melodic Chance” by Kayla Altagracia

“Mother of Sound, Give me a Form” by Johanna Parry

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