This One Time at Band Camp Chapter 2 (second half) by antisocialpessemist, literature
Literature
This One Time at Band Camp Chapter 2 (second half)
John was playing Ave Maria, some music he’d been meaning to get around to since the beginning of the summer. He’d gotten most the music down, almost as perfect as he could get it. Once he was more pleased with his own playing ability, he decided to play through the entire song once, mentally transposing the eerie yet oddly cheerful melody to key of B flat. Though it sounded higher, it still held a smooth tone while he played through the music, adding vibrato to the longer notes and slurs. Though he smudged a few notes, overall it fell together well.
Sherlock got to the bottom of a small hill and found that it opened up to make a
This One Time at Band Camp Chapter 2 (first half) by antisocialpessemist, literature
Literature
This One Time at Band Camp Chapter 2 (first half)
Even though he believed that scales were a good way to warm up and improve your playing upon one’s own instrument, he didn’t prefer them played outside his window at six thirty in the morning. Quickly Sherlock got out of his bed, put his bathrobe on and stormed outside. He quickly found the source of the obscenely high notes, John. The curly haired teen stormed over to the trumpeter, snatching the brass instrument away from him before storming back inside and throwing the trumpet to the floor, causing John to stand dumbfounded.
“Finally, peace and quiet.” He murmured as he fell back onto the mattress. John was oblig
This One Time at Band Camp Chapter 1 by antisocialpessemist, literature
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This One Time at Band Camp Chapter 1
‘Only a week,” John thought to himself, ignoring the dull roar of noise on the parked bus. It was like this every year. Loud, before they even started moving. With a sigh, he placed his head back on the sticky seat and placed in an earphone, deciding it’d be best to appear like a loner until they actually arrived to camp.
John opened his eyes to see a group of students out of the bus window that he didn’t recognize. He raised his eyebrows curiously, even though he didn’t know everyone in the band by name, he at least knew their faces, which concluded these children were indeed not form band. He took a closer loo
Playing in the snow
You have to catch your breath.
There's a little girl, her fingers turning blue
Her eyes wide open, as if stuck by glue.
Looking down, the fluff is tainted red.
The girl is stone cold and dead.
Skating at the lake
You have to catch your breath.
There's a little girl, skating on ice, wearing thin.
You reach out to help her, but her body falls through.
You want to help her,
but she is now stone cold and dead.
Sledding down the hill
You have to catch your breath
There's a little girl, sliding on her sled.
She hits a rock, and in such a shock
She falls and snaps her neck.
She is now stone cold and dead.
You
She would watch over me as I worked, on the couch she would lay. She would watch, make sure that I would progress, make sure that wasn't wasting my time on such tedious things. As time progressed I would notice her eyes were slowly dropping, after a while she would snap awake when she noticed that her eyes were closing. As you can see, one can only do this for so long until they finally give up, accept their weariness, and let their eyes close.
One day I looked up from my work and saw her with her eyes closed on the couch. I remembered my childhood with her, and smild despite the pain. I put a blanket over her body, and never saw
A Happy Friendship by antisocialpessemist, literature
Literature
A Happy Friendship
Yet another trip to the human market... Father does so very much love me doesn't he. How I hate going to the village... He knows that it's hard for me to control my magic in my adolescence, I'm apparantly hormone crazed. That is the exact reason why I'm only to study with books, no hands on studying is allowed.
Well... The only good thing that occurs from it is that I am able to see my friend Lester. I am still in slight disbelief that eh would choose to be my friend. I was always brushed off to the side by the other villagers due to my odd hair color. That and my eyes.
Anything that is different to them, they think is of th