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[Eroica]

Today's Prompt: Music. This can be anywhere from a character listening to or making their own music. They can even be finding the musical rhythm in nature.

I was thinking I had to go and make something new, and procrastinating about it because I have to do A TON of other work, but I came across this lovely thing from an old version of my story.

I love music. Music is my life, and I love to incorporate it into everything I do.

Spoiler: Excerpt from Chapter Two

She took another deep breath, preparing herself to sing to them. Her daughter pressed something on her datapad, and music started playing. It was a very recognizable melody—one that ------ could certainly remember, even for the rest of her life.

“Out of dark, out of doubt, to the day’s arising

Comes Liberty, her sword unsheathing

To cut men free from bondage chain

That Freedom may come forever to reign.”​

A thrill rippled through the crowd. All were silent now, mesmerized. The Mistress picked up the melody again, and the people all joined in.

“Out of dark, out of doubt, to the day’s arising,”

“Out of dark, out of doubt, to the day’s arising,”

“Comes Liberty, her sword unsheathing,”

“Comes Liberty, her sword unsheathing,”

“To cut men free from bondage chain,”

“To cut men free from bondage chain,”

“That Freedom may come forever to reign.”

“That Freedom may come forever to reign.”

And the music got quieter once more, swelling again to reach its grand finale. It seemed that the place was filled with the song, filled with the light of it. The Cave of Columns was practically vibrating now, and ------ threw her entire self into this final repetition.

“Out of dark, out of doubt, to the day’s arising

Comes Liberty, her sword unsheathing

To cut men free from bondage chain

That Freedom may come forever…

forever…

forever….

to reign.”​

And like that, the music died away, faded into silence. But the vibration still remained; it had not passed away. Perhaps it never would, a final, lasting testimony to freedom when all hope was lost.

It's not super good, I'm afraid. "------" is the main character - I haven't come up with a name for her yet.

 

[Sparrows]

I was thinking I had to go and make something new, and procrastinating about it because I have to do A TON of other work, but I came across this lovely thing from an old version of my story.

I love music. Music is my life, and I love to incorporate it into everything I do.

Spoiler: Excerpt from Chapter Two

She took another deep breath, preparing herself to sing to them. Her daughter pressed something on her datapad, and music started playing. It was a very recognizable melody—one that ------ could certainly remember, even for the rest of her life.

“Out of dark, out of doubt, to the day’s arising

Comes Liberty, her sword unsheathing

To cut men free from bondage chain

That Freedom may come forever to reign.”​

A thrill rippled through the crowd. All were silent now, mesmerized. The Mistress picked up the melody again, and the people all joined in.

“Out of dark, out of doubt, to the day’s arising,”

“Out of dark, out of doubt, to the day’s arising,”

“Comes Liberty, her sword unsheathing,”

“Comes Liberty, her sword unsheathing,”

“To cut men free from bondage chain,”

“To cut men free from bondage chain,”

“That Freedom may come forever to reign.”

“That Freedom may come forever to reign.”

And the music got quieter once more, swelling again to reach its grand finale. It seemed that the place was filled with the song, filled with the light of it. The Cave of Columns was practically vibrating now, and ------ threw her entire self into this final repetition.

“Out of dark, out of doubt, to the day’s arising

Comes Liberty, her sword unsheathing

To cut men free from bondage chain

That Freedom may come forever…

forever…

forever….

to reign.”​

And like that, the music died away, faded into silence. But the vibration still remained; it had not passed away. Perhaps it never would, a final, lasting testimony to freedom when all hope was lost.

It's not super good, I'm afraid. "------" is the main character - I haven't come up with a name for her yet.

It's really good! I like it a lot!

 

[Eroica]

It's really good! I like it a lot!

Thank you! It's not the best that I CAN do (since this is my first version) but I am hoping to improve on it!

 

[Sparrows]

Thank you! It's not the best that I CAN do (since this is my first version) but I am hoping to improve on it!

It's great! and i bet the future versions will be amazing!

 

[Eroica]

It's great! and i bet the future versions will be amazing!

You're too kind

 

[Isabella7Storm5]

I can do one.

Today's Prompt: Music. This can be anywhere from a character listening to or making their own music. They can even be finding the musical rhythm in nature.

I’ll do this cuz why noooot
I’ve never written this character
I’m still figuring it out
I have done art tho

Spoiler

It’s rough
I didn’t proof read
I’ll probably cringe later

Xaiden examined his face in a broken piece of glass.
His faint reflection seemed to taunt him. Why? How could this have happened? The darkness seemed to overtake his body more quickly these past few days but now he didn’t even have both eyes.
Slowly, he brought his hand up to touch his jaw but the tips of his fingers seemed to glide through where his flesh was supposed to be.
If he was able to shed tears he would have done so in this moment. The best he could manage was a shuddering sigh.
The cold stone beneath him did not bite as it should have as he sank to the floor.
In and out he clenched his hands, relishing the stimulation in the nerves.
How he wished for the days of his past.
His head found a wall to lean on as he searched through his memories.
Sunlight cutting through the leaves, his children reaching for a hand to hold, the lively music playing as he danced with his wife in the town square during a harvest festival.
And then it was gone. All happiness fled away.
The last threads of his mind went taut and then snapped.
Xaiden gasped as he felt pieces of himself being sucked away and then he felt…nothing.

 

[NC_Quail]

I had an idea for a story about a family of carnivorous turkeys cooking a person for thanksgiving, except it’s not immediately obvious in the story that it’s not a normal thanksgiving scene.

 

[Amer]

Mr. and Mrs. Johnson and their ten beautiful children sat around the table, chewing contentedly. Most had finished their first plate and a couple were already reaching for a second.
Mr. Johnson cleared his throat. "Now that we've taken the edge off, I think we should all go around and say what we're thankful for. I'll go first. I'm thankful for my new promotion."
"I'm thankful for all of you children," Mrs. Johnson said. "You've all been so hardworking and helpful in the preparation of this feast."
All eyes went to the next in line. Charlie was still chewing.
"Charlie?" Mrs. Johnson asked.
Charlie tried to chew with his mouth closed and answer at the same time. "I'm thankful for family," Charlie managed, covering his mouth.
"Cop out answer!" Agatha accused.
Charlie swallowed. "Well its true!" he said. "Okay, I'm thankful for this human. It's delicious," he said, gesturing to the food on his plate. "It's the best food known to turkey."
"I wouldn't say that much!" Mrs. Johnson said. "I'm partial to the stuffing, myself."

 

[RDchicken99]

I have an idea for today’s prompt, unless someone else has one ready?

 

[NC_Quail]

Mr. and Mrs. Johnson and their ten beautiful children sat around the table, chewing contentedly. Most had finished their first plate and a couple were already reaching for a second.
Mr. Johnson cleared his throat. "Now that we've taken the edge off, I think we should all go around and say what we're thankful for. I'll go first. I'm thankful for my new promotion."
"I'm thankful for all of you children," Mrs. Johnson said. "You've all been so hardworking and helpful in the preparation of this feast."
All eyes went to the next in line. Charlie was still chewing.
"Charlie?" Mrs. Johnson asked.
Charlie tried to chew with his mouth closed and answer at the same time. "I'm thankful for family," Charlie managed, covering his mouth.
"Cop out answer!" Agatha accused.
Charlie swallowed. "Well its true!" he said. "Okay, I'm thankful for this human. It's delicious," he said, gesturing to the food on his plate. "It's the best food known to turkey."
"I wouldn't say that much!" Mrs. Johnson said. "I'm partial to the stuffing, myself."

Great work Amer