I grew up in a very musical family. I was an only child and it seems that the musical abilities skipped my generation.
I cant even whistle! Birds can even whistle, but no! Not me!
The only thing Im good at is knitting, and theres no talent in that. Everyone thinks its stupid. Considering Im a guy its pretty embarrassing, but then again men invented knitting.
Night after night I pretend to sleep for four whole hours before getting up and knitting. I have a scarf that is two hundred and ten minutes and Ive started wrapping it around two trees and now I have a sort of sideways harp. Once I threw a pebble at it and it made a wondrous sound. I had created an instrument! Eleanor would absolutely love this. I could figure out a song for her and play it for her and then we could have a future...together! I loved Eleanor, but no one knew that. I created a song and played it for Eleanor over and I played the song before she started climbing the tree and poking at the higher strings whilst I played the low.
After ten years we became engaged and then married and I lived a very joyous life alongside her.
I became famous for my knitting and my music and men all around the world began to knit, but I was the only one who could use it for music... My music! I had created an instrument!!
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The Guide
General FictionA series of very short stories. All in varying writing styles. I'd say my favourite is Ravenous.