344 Days of Ash

344 Days of Ash

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Fiction
Romance
Ever since I could remember Every Sunday morning there was a flower and sheet of music tied round the handle of my window. I grew used to that. I grew used to receiving them and further more I grew used to the haunting sounds of piano music playing every night. I was known as a musical prodigy, made famous by taking on songs that experts found complexed at a young age. I was in some sense happy. But at seventeen everything changed. I suddenly could no longer hear the sound of my music. I could no longer feel any emotion from the songs and the flowers and sheets of music stopped coming. At seventeen I left the musical world for good.... but what happens when the haunting music starts up again and the flowers and sheets of music return? With Lizzy's life falling apart and the Johnsons mysterious son stepping into the picture will Lizzy be able to keep herself together or like her music will she disappear? "Just one song could change everything..."
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Escape

Have you ever stopped to sit and watch the world pass by; wondering what would happen if we had no time, no clock, nothing to keep track, or have you ever sat down and listen to music drowning out all unwanted problems you refuse to pay attention to. As you sit you begin to realize every second has its new beginnings. Time is something money can't buy, but it is also something you can't place on fast forward or rewind. Every beat of life counts just have to listen to the melody to live it happily. A young teenage girl is living an unwanted life every hour has a memory running straight through and every tick tock and replay cuts into her past. "Turn the music up, real loud. As the lyrics fill my head, a hundred memories run wild, lyrics intertwining with my thoughts. Change of attitude, cant be disturbed. Words flow like tears, all eyes on me. Every one is an onlooker, keep watching you don't want to miss this." Here is her story.

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