hey guys! thanks so so much for checking out this book. creativity arrives on a whim!
i wrote this during a power outage right after reading some Nathaniel Hawthorn. some marching band dilemmas made their way inside my brain... i hope you guys enjoy what those two created!
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*narrator's voice*
we find our way inside a brick house, where it's almost vacant and extremely dark.
suddenly, a noice emits itself, awkwardly, from the second floor.
the stairwell is dark, leading up to the closed door. the light switches are useless.
beyond the door, two flashlights are positioned so that the music is legible on the music stand.
a teenage girl of 15 stands, muttering about how awful of a flute player she is, holding the metal pole.
she glances at the ceiling in anger, as if blaming it for both the power outage and her bad tone.
needless to say, she's grateful that she found a portable charger in her parents's bedroom. she needed that metronome on her phone, and she needed it badly. behind her, the screen is still on, and a dull click whispers into the air 144 times in a minute.
she hates the metronome.
but still, she works on the woodwind feature in the dark house.
alone.
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Rachel's Spontaneous Stories
Randomif my brain ever goes into full-on creative mode, you can read random stories here. titled by the dates in which they were spawned.
