Thursday, September 13, 2012

Creative Writing

84 of us line in a neat and orderly row. Some of us are white, some of us are black. There is no discrimination between the two as we band to sing to the gods who listen to us. We sing the voices of the dead and the living, a song of sadness or joy but alas as the curtains close, we only may stay silent in the shadow of our master as he receives his applause and kisses
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  1. AnonymousSeptember 13, 2012 at 7:04 AM

    It's about a Piano, right?

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  2. AnonymousSeptember 13, 2012 at 4:34 PM

    Ah! I didn't get that but what a lovely use of language :)

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  3. AnonymousSeptember 16, 2012 at 4:10 AM

    Nice choice of words, took me several minutes to figure out it was a piano.

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  4. AnonymousSeptember 17, 2012 at 1:42 AM

    I really love the way you described this! It's a piano right? 8D

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