When the notes played by my oboe hit the air, I get a sense of hope, a sense of longing for more.
When someone stops to look through the window there's a sense of love for the music I play.
If I could live my life playing and listening to music, my life would be complete.
Every time you get those results back which say you passed and the next grade is ahead, give a sense of freedom to achieve more.
There was a sharp rapping on the door breaking me out of my daydream. When I looked over there was a muscled man stood there, I didn't recognize him.
He was extremely pale and had eyes as red as blood I couldn't see his hair under his black hood but I could tell it would be as light a blonde as his eye lashes.
He looked shy like he was nervous of asking something. I walked over to the door slowly and unsurely opened it.
"Hi" I breathed.
"Hi, I umm just wanted to umm tell you that your music is beautiful"
He smiled slightly to himself,
"Just like you are"
He nervously looked up at me. Waiting for my reaction.
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A series of short stories.
Short StoryA series of different short stories once separate on my account merged into one small book. Each story has a separate part. None of the short stories are longer than 2-3 pages.
