|The Stories From My Mind: Collection One
Author: PiratePrincessSarah PM
This is just a collection of short stories/drabbles I make up from time to time.Rated: Fiction T - English - Drama/Fantasy - Chapters: 4 - Words: 1,844 - Reviews: 1 - Updated: 01-27-13 - Published: 01-13-13 - id: 3091990
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The sky looks free as it sits there staring down at everyone. I sigh and begin walking, not caring if anyone saw me. I'm so lost, my mind cannot think anymore, yet alone say. I have no voice for as long as I can remember, it doesn't even make any sense. I can still communicate with everyone by action, but I have always wondered what it would be like to have a voice. I'm desperate once to have one, so I bought this translator thing to see what it was like. That didn't turn out well though, as it kept messing my speech up. So I gave up one day.
I'm now walking, the sun shining down on me, smiling as I walk past. I don't smile though, never had and never will. If I could smile though, it'll have to be with someone I can trust and love to be with. Everyone seems so happy to be here on this Earth, but I'm not. I'm not happy about not having a voice and not talk to anyone. I look over to my left and spot a blues club. I sigh, walking towards it.
I have always been interested the art of the Blues, I play the bass guitar. I have been playing that thing for years; I don't remember when I even started to play it. Each and every time I play it it's as if I can see the note dance off the strings. I'm not in a band, but I just love playing and listening to the Blues. My mum says that because I'm sixteen I shouldn't be listening to the old music, but what does she know. I have no friends, so what's the point of listening to modern music for? Nothing that's what; I don't bother doing half the things she says anyway.
The door chime clings when I open it, my ears meeting with the sweet music I does. I make my way over to the bass guitars, tuning it. People are staring at me, smiling as if giving me encouragement. Odd, I have never gotten that before. When figuring out that it was already tunned, I begin to play some Blues. They all say that I'm really good, which makes my mood perk. A boy my age says that I should be famous. I raise a brow, changing my tune. This is weird.
He sighs, saying that his name is Henry. I pull out my ID, showing him my name. He says that he hasn't heard my name in quite a while. Strange, my name can't be that odd, Sapphire can't be hard to find. He says that I have a beautiful name, and I blush. That's such a nice comment. He starts talking to me, but then that question came. I tell him that I can't talk, and he says that he really doesn't mind. I do something that I have never done before.