The World in SOUND Ray lifted a black finger to push his near dark glasses back on his nose. He listened to the seamless note tangle in the air with his cigarette smoke before both dissipated as smoothly as they came. As the rush from the nicotine went to his head, his consciousness elevated above; his soul danced with the notes on the piano. Each stroke; a step in the waltz, each pause an embrace with his love. Tangling with his old friend, his fingers expertly flowing across the keys, it took concentration but most of it; what drained him was the love and pure passion that needed to be injected. Wiping off the sweat with a sleeve, he put his jacket back on, re-adjusted his glasses again and felt around his left for his walking cane. After it was over, Ray was exhausted, his body was not as it used to be. Some say when an individual loses their senses, the others extend themselves to compensate; to Ray it was true to an extent. He wasn’t blind and happened to be a musician. Rather, in the core of his being, was a musician which viewed the world as coalescing music, a chorus of noises, a dazzling reality. Walking down the stairs from his studio, each step he took clacked on the hardwood floor. From the point of impact, he could feel the reverberations like a ripple in the water across the hall. His mind was the guide, the sound bouncing off the walls clearly lit the path in front of him. The cane was merely pretense. Once on the street, the shell of his surroundings dissipated and the gravity of the world colored in. His senses were thrown into the torrent of daily activity, they could taste the sweet laughter of children two blocks down. Or feel the rumble of buses on the street in front, he could almost embrace it all. Sound invaded his world, a bark from a dog exploded from an alley to his left, showering him in noise. As Ray descended down the street, examining one sound or another that came along, he noticed something. Akin to honey seeping under a door crack, he felt a warmth resonating in the background of the city. It had the texture of gold silk, the richness caramel and a heart of warmth. Ray was enthralled by the sound of a guitar singing off in the distance, it beckoned to him. Like a cheeky lady-of-the-night, tongue in cheek. He had no choice, but was drawn towards the sound, his feet merely followed his mind. Without thought, he realized the music was coming from the other side of the street, without hesitation he moved towards it. Suddenly, a violent sound rended his ears, a malicious sound coming headlong towards him to the right. Honking filled all his senses. Then, Ray felt a new sensation. It began first with soothing white noise, then a chorus of perfect vocals greeted him like family. ====================================== I was given the topic of "Sound" by a friend, and was instantly reminiscent of Ray Charles and how he must have seen the world in sound. The ending, in case you didn't get it, was that he heard a guiatrist playing and wanted to get close. He crossed the road without thinking, then gg. White noise, then angels siinging = heaven. =] Half-proof read, should be okay flow. Please leave a comment after reading. Cheers!
Coming from someone who'll end up being a super-senior in a two years, I thought it was very well written. I didn't see any blaring mistakes. Any tips on writing that well though? Most of my papers come out horrible. I think it's because I try to cram to much stuff into too little of a paper. Anyways, great job.
Hahah cheers, i truly appreciate that thought. Just the fact that you didnt notice anything too bad means i suceeded. Mmm, what did you think of the idea though?
I like the whole idea and concept of the story. The ending is very creative. I didn't understand it at first though, then after I read your little side note, I understood it perfectly well.