The Swing_Autumn Break_Fallen leaves_The Footsteps
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The Swing
The melody sounded familiar but I couldn’t quite decide where I had heard it before. It was constantly stuck in my head during those days, which was vexing to this composer. I would find it sneaking its way into my writing, snaking through variations and writhing in fugal themes. I dare say it is a melody that continues to haunt me to this very day.My name is Ian McIntosh and I live in a modest cottage just outside a village that is a short distance North of Edinburgh, Scotland. Though I consider it my primary profession, I have exhibited an unexceptional career as a musical composer. To date,...
Autumn Break
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. Red and orangey fallen mess are eclectically scattered across the ground, making a picture of small wildfires in a crazy cold season. My eyes interpret the trees as flaring logs the moment I gaze at them from the distance. Neighbors’ houses are decorated with grinning pumpkins ranging from small to big ones which I personally do not prefer. Fortunately, only a few people are out. Girls who just passed by talked about what to wear to the upcoming Halloween party at nobody’s shack and no one has walked in front of my house since then. Sun i...
Fallen leaves
By the time I stepped outside the leaves were on fire. A vast array of reds and oranges lined our streets stretching for a few blocks as far as the eye could see. This was a strange sight in our small town as iwww.onedoor.cct had never occurred before. I had doing my assignments when I noticed that the trees outside our house looked bare, which was odd because they weren't the type to shed especially at this time of the year. On a normal day I wouldn't be bothered about it because with all the climate change I thought things were bound to work differently. I believed we had safely got to that point. It wasn...
The Footsteps
“So my father just remarried. And shockingly my step-mother is not so fond of me. And I guess neither is my father, because he agreed to send me away, to a far away, white, rich all male boarding school. It’s such a fucking cliche, that’s almost embarrassing.” My roommate laughed and smiled. He had a cute smile and kind eyes. A rarity at this school as I had come to find out. “Yep. That is pretty much everyone’s story here.” “I bet” is all I said as I looked down at my hands. This was shit. I wanted my old life back. I missed my mum, terribly and all the time. I did not know what to do with my...