Stories

Last night I was at the Orchestra concert and after our portion I sat next to Anna. While we were listening to the Davis Chamber Strings they played a song called simply "Adagio for Strings" by Barber. I closed my eyes and envisioned a story. after the last of their songs I leaned over to Anna and asked if she had a pen or pencil. I simply had to write that down! So instead I told her about it so that I would remember. Today during Orchestra I started writing the prologue type part of this story that made itself to the background of "Adagio for Strings." So here it is. Enjoy!
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A fiery red-orange sunset bathes the sea a bloody color, but the girl on the shore doesn't care.
All she feels is the salt spray on her face. All she smells is the crisp air around her. Her eyes are glazed over and a dreamy smile lies delicately on her lips. Sitting on that sand, the cares of the world disappear and a beautiful daydream takes their place.

Watching in the distance is a young man. The ghost of a smile flickers across his face as he watches the young woman in the sunset. Suddenly he stands and hesitantly takes a few steps away from the figure. He stops, mutters to himself. His back straightens up and his shoulders straighten. All at once he swings around and in his eyes is a frightening look of fiery determination.
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I'm also going to add "the way too" Poem for English. It's the way to come up with a story and is exactly what happened to me on Wednesday night.

The way to come up with a story

Close your eyes and listen well

The orchestra plays a song just for you

All that now remains is for you,

Yes, you, to find the story.

The story hidden within the notes

Close your eyes,

Wipe your mind blank,

Let it wander,

Unloose the shackles of your logic

Feel the music

Internalize it,

Then slowly, your mind will fill,

Fill with colorful images

A story will grow and flourish,

The images will glow and bloom

Burning into your mind

Then take pencil and paper

And write, write until your mind

Is blank once more

And the story is written

Then, once more

Close your eyes

And listen

Listen