Musicality Stories

In this book, time behaves strangely. An old clockmaker in a basement smelling of brass and oil knows a secret: eternity has a hidden side. You can pull out a single minute - and save a child who has almost stopped breathing. True, you will have to pay with yourself. Every evening, a girl lights a street lamp - not with a match, but with the warmth of her own palms. And the city, long since switched to automation, cannot understand why this light warms more deeply than electricity. Here, a blacksmith beneath the moon forges not swords, but shadows and dreams. A baker on the edge of the market kneads bread for the birds - with dew and seeds, not salt. A cartographer draws not maps, but dreams, and his letter, written in rain-ink, sprouts into a tree a year later. An actress walks onto an empty stage to play the shadow of a hero who never arrived - and the hall applauds the darkness. And a man in a banana crate grows silence, because the noise of the city has become unbearable. Steppe ballads here border on a duel of honor, where the shot rings out like a verdict without explanation. The stonemason Myron knows: freedom is not brought - it is forged. A woman waits not for salvation, but for an equal, and her love is not a sigh, but a banner raised above fate. And the glass bridge over the abyss begins to glow only when two walk across it together. A Minute Stolen from Eternity is a collection in which magic is not a miracle, but a way of breathing. Where freedom smells of feather grass, honor stands at the barrel of a pistol, and silence sprouts through concrete, if properly watered. Open any page - and perhaps you, too, will be able to stop a moment.

This is a compilation of songs or lyrics that I have written.

hey guys! I will be writing a book of songs. there are times where there are little verses here and there and I will be going back to them as soon as I can think of more lyrics. if anyone wants to help me out that would be cool 8-23-18- #2 in #lovinit and #1 in #lovesinging

Stuck in a rut, teen cello prodigy Alice Wellsley decides to pack up her cello and run away from her unkind parents to a prestigious yet elusive music academy nearby. But running away is not the end-all of Alice's problems: between the disappearance of some students and a budding romance between her and a debonair pianist with a complicated past, she has her hands full. That, and trying to hide from her parents...

Echoes: A Poetic Dialogue with the Classics What if the classics have not finished speaking? What if Shevchenko were writing about today's war - not as history, but as a wound that still bleeds? What if Lesya Ukrainka, who knew something profound about exile and defiance, were whispering to those who have lost their homes? What if Kostenko, Sosiura, Franko, Zhadan - seven voices separated by centuries - were to meet on the pages of a single book, not as marble busts, but as living, breathing, arguing, grieving, hoping human beings? They fell silent. Some a century ago. Some only yesterday. Yet the questions they lived by - freedom, dignity, love, resistance - have not gone anywhere. They hang in the air. They wait. Echoes is a book in which those words find a voice. Not quotations. Not imitation. Living speech - as though the dead poets had borrowed a living voice for one more hour. There is no museum here. Here is a bridge. A conversation across centuries, with room for fury, tenderness, silence, and hope. The dead are not dead - they are waiting for you to listen. Open any page - and perhaps you will hear an echo that has been travelling toward you for a hundred years.

What is music? just some sound or something magical? Read this poem to find out the true resonance of music. A piece of writing for all those music lovers!

Containing: Book News from my main account @musicality_17, extra scenes, and writing prompts!

At the age of 17 angels are given a human to protect. They are to look after them, and keep them safe from the evil energy that roams in their world. They become their guardians. When an angel is assigned their human, a connection is made. And their lives become one. If a human is to die, the guardian must also. Because you see... The bond between a guardian and a human is unbreakable and everlasting. That bond is forever.

Just saying Hello and asking for prompts rn

It's Julie and the Phantoms, except we travel back to the 90's when Sunset Curve was just getting started. Enjoy my cool prequel fanfiction, along with many new characters and stories. FYI, I do not own any of the characters. Well, all except Annabelle.