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

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“Leave the Dirge for the Birds and the Bees” by Cam McDermid

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Anna plays the piano, and looks outside for inspiration, hoping to find something strange, tragic, beautiful, interesting. Maybe a suicide? But when the depressed man jumps out of the window, he floats down gently. He is perplexed at the outcome, and walks to the nearby cafe, never to attempt suicide again. Instead, he orders an espresso and reads the newspaper. A new railroad is being built somewhere in the west. “Perhaps I'll move to the west” he thinks, “and take up farming. No man can be depressed while he has his nose to the soil and wo...

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“A Bright Blue Hue” by Jules Curtis

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People say we got it made Don’t they know we’re so afraid? Isolation We’re afraid to be alone Everybody got to have a home Isola- “Rae! Stop humming that damn song and come down for breakfast!” My mother doesn’t like when I sing what I’m not assigned. I put my ukulele back in her stand and kissed her on her neck. “I’ll see you later, Yoko,” I lovingly said to her as I trekked downstairs to the kitchen. My daily blueberry breakfast muffin is laid before me on a plastic plate as my mom greeted me with a look of disdain. "How do you think you’...

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“Let's Dance” by Shirley Brand

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"Come on Bry, it's only two nights a week. Please Honey we can learn the two-step, we'll have more fun when we go out, at weddings, at the Longhorn Fair. What do ya say?" "No." He slid his horse to a stop. "OK, you find me a partner. Taller than me, in good shape. How about Tuck, would be my first choice." Moved his horse closer to the fence, leaned in, and kissed her. "Love you, Darlin." "I'll call him, do another run down, mare looks good. What is Tuck's number?" "He recited it, sit there and call him, I'll talk to him when you're done, Da...

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“Broken Radio” by Hadley Thompson

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He creaked his old rocking chair back and forth as he watched stoically over the bleak expanse of beige grass and dirt. The tufts of golden blades hissed and rattled gently in the wind. Sweat dripped down the back of his neck and slithered uncomfortably under the rough fabric of his flannel until it was absorbed in the now damp cloth of his lower back. The covering of the porch did little to extinguish the heat. He tapped his finger anxiously against the arm of the wooden rocker. The fields in front of him were a patchwork of dead grass and ...

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“Different Is Good” by Valerie Preston

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I’d missed the last bus home from the club. I saw him in the park. It was very dark and frankly I felt a little scared. One minute the person was not that far away and the next whoever it was seemed to disappear. It was as if they felt me watching so scurried off – they were carrying something too. The only weapon I had to protect myself, if needed was my saxophone. Housed in its black case I gripped the handle tightly. I felt very protective towards this sax, because number one I needed it for my club nights and number two, it had co...

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“Love and Music” by Sheila Sarrett

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Pete Parker was a little boy who loved music. Whenever he heard his mom put on the radio Pete ran into the kitchen and started dancing. His parents gave him a small violin and although he did not have a violin teacher he started playing and moving the strings. When he turned five his parents gave him a regular violin and they hired a teacher to help him play. When he turned seven a music teacher came to his school and talked about many instruments. When the teacher spoke about the violin Pete was sitting very quietly and ...

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“The Rainy Day Dream” by Maria Levato

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It was only by chance that I walked into the bar where I met her, it wasn't my scene at all. You see, I'm an Investment Banker. That day I had worked later than usual, the stock market had crashed and we were in a lot of trouble. It was already ten P.M. Of course, I got caught in the rain on my way home. With no umbrella and not a taxi in sight, I rushed toward the nearest thing that was open. When I entered, it turned out to be a shabby, little place. However, I was stuck for a while and I couldn't deny that I needed a drink. I ordered a ...

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“Silent Melody” by Heather Peace

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Today was the day! I smiled as I marked the last X off my calendar. The room was all ready. I was as nervous as I was excited, but Jeff and I had taken all of the extra training and had gotten our house prepped and ready. We had taken the foster parents training in hopes of eventually adopting a little child, or even a baby but those were rare for new foster parents. Today, our first foster child was coming. Her new room was filled with all of my hope and love for her. I bought some toys I was hoping she’d love–...

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“Rest” by D.C. Reed

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There were no two ways about it. This situation was the worst thing that could have happened. Fired from the tour, gear stolen, and with less than two dollars to her name. “I should have got the bus ticket… Went home.” That was all Victoria Ash could think to herself. With the benefit of hindsight, that course was obvious. After she was unceremoniously tossed from the band she founded, Victoria should have just gone home. Bought the bus ticket, went home to Omaha, and regrouped. Instead, she spent two days fighting to ge...

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“Muse-ic.” by Neil Dabb

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Andy had come here to clear his mind while he was searching for a solution to the problems at home. He struggled to get the tune that kept running through his head right as he whistled and walked through the foliage on this tiny deserted world. At least he assumed it was deserted. The sensors had picked up some large carnivores, but the tiny dragon that trotted by his side would be more than a match for them. Each time he got to a certain place in the tune things would fall apart, and he would be forced to try again.&nbsp...

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“Recess” by Hannah Chateau

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My nose presses up against the dusty blinds as Peyton’s truck pulls into the driveway. Breath catches in the back of my throat and my heart leaps. I pinch my thigh. No. I make my way to the front door, grabbing a wad of cash from the countertop on my way out. The sun beats down and I choke on hot dusty air. The exhaust of her truck only makes it harder to breathe. When I reach the truck, I open the door and rest my feet on the dashboard. The smell of cheap air freshener and sweat waft through the vehicle. My face is red from the heat...

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“Importance of Music” by Peyton Bayne

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Tight headphones are secured onto my head, as music blasts through my ears. I hummed along to the melody, trying to forget what this day means and what this day has brought me. Yet, it’s weird. Here I am blasting “Happiest Year” by Jaymes Young, but I’m wallowing in my own misery. I guess you could say it was unusual, but there’s a reason for everything, right? One year ago today, my bestfriend had died. Her favorite thing was listening to music. I swear sometimes she’d rather listen to her music than listen to me. Though, ...

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“The Devil Came Down to Indiana” by William Sattelmeyer

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Cara climbed up to her studio apartment between the gun shop and the chicken hatchery, along Indiana’s scenic Elkhart River. The door opened with the usual spine-chilling squeal, although the landlord had lubricated the hinges a half dozen times. “Hello, dear,” her mother’s ghost said. “How was school today?” “Don’t bother her, Dorothy,” her father said. “She’s clearly exhausted. Don’t mind your mother, Cara.” “Supper is almost done,” her mother said, slipping into the navy wool coat she’d died in. “Ten more minutes should do it. Don’t wo...

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“Music Therapy” by Ashley Cullen

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He screams at her from the backseat, kicking his feet against the car seat bottom and flailing his arms in the air. He pushes his chest up against the restraints, eyes wide with worry. She cannot get the CD in the slot fast enough. I got I got I got I got, you got you got you got you got, we got we got we got loco legs, the band sings, harmonizing.His small, tense body immediately relaxes into the seat, his feet stop swinging, and his thumb goes right into his mouth. A stranger might mistake his slight grimace for a smile. She talks to him g...

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“Sober Music Buddies” by Andrea Zara

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Elia sat quietly at the end of the bar; ginger ale filling the glass in front of her. The same thing that had been in her glass the last two hours she sat there. Though that gorgeous bartender was more than happy to serve her something a little stronger. Maybe a drink and a quick lay was what she really needed to cope with life right now. Okay, her therapist probably wouldn’t agree with her, but would one time really be that bad? She wondered if he would change his tune if he knew. Who in the hell sits at a bar to try and hold ...

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

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✍️ 46 stories

“Leave the Dirge for the Birds and the Bees” by Cam McDermid

“A Bright Blue Hue” by Jules Curtis

“Let's Dance” by Shirley Brand

“Broken Radio” by Hadley Thompson

“Different Is Good” by Valerie Preston

“Love and Music” by Sheila Sarrett

“The Rainy Day Dream” by Maria Levato

“Silent Melody” by Heather Peace

“Rest” by D.C. Reed

“Muse-ic.” by Neil Dabb

“Recess” by Hannah Chateau

“Importance of Music” by Peyton Bayne

“The Devil Came Down to Indiana” by William Sattelmeyer

“Music Therapy” by Ashley Cullen

“Sober Music Buddies” by Andrea Zara

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