Class 6 have worked hard, writing short stories with flashbacks that will break your heart. Read with caution – they might make you cry!
What tense are the stories in? Does it change?
What person are the stories in?
What literary devices have these authors used to take control of their readers’ imaginations?
Wow!It sounds very interesting to write a story based on a musical instrument.
I’m sure you’re having fun year 6
Are you having fun year 6?
Yes, we are! Year 6 is so much fun
Yes we are having fun, SO MUCH FUN !
The Melody of Memories
He sat there- a desolate place. A grand piano lay before him. His broken heart played its only melody. The tune, reminding him of painful, unforgettable memories but also the joyful, exhilarating ones. His face was blank, but it grew to a sallow sadness; his eyes swollen with sea-blue tears but yet still, he refused to let them out.
His tender fingertips gently pressed down on the freezing, metallic keys. The snow-white keys bounced off dust, as white as his pale, dry face. He closed his eyes, falling into a deep trance.
I feel a warm presence near me, it’s her- my wife. I had remembered her like this, always. She takes my bony hand, and plays along. She conjures a comforting kiss upon my ancient cheeks. I reach out for her but it is already too late.
My heart sinks into an ocean of loneliness and suddenly I am wearing a helmet with a blood-red cross on it. I had hated this moment but it always came back. Safety- a battered, brick wall. My friend asks for a signal, I give it to him. He jumps out of safety and a metal object is caught, piercing his chest. I stagger towards him- catching him in my hands. I realize he is gone. I ask the sky for forgiveness, yet still it has not been received.
I am kneeling next to an ebony, murky piano. A baby-blue box lay in front of me. A dark, cerulean ribbon is neatly wrapped around it. I open it without hesitation and there it was- a toy horse. I gallop upon gallop, having the most fun I could ever have.
My heart slowly starts to float from the depths of loneliness.
Now he’s there, seated on the gloomy, ebony chair. A young boy galloped towards him with his new present- a toy horse. He sat by his side. A pair of bright, young eyes met his. The young man played the final note, anxiously, and they finished the melody of memories.
A song of Anguish
As his hands delicately danced across the keys – the cold ebony and ivory keys – passion began to pour fluidly out of his old yet nimble fingers. The sorrowful tune of his lost ones hypnotically filled the room, key by key his vicissitudes were let out in the empty space. Sadness claimed the song; his anguish made the mournful melody. His eyes were a sea of pain, his face an island of sorrow, as he touched the keys – he was playing his life story. His sallow face would forever bear the lines of pain and sorrow. His watery eyes began to lose focus and memories swirled around him. The song quickened.
I could smell her before I could see her, the aroma of her lavender perfume makes its way to me, as it had done before. When she appears, I feel her sallow face brush against mine, her luscious lips conjure a comforting kiss- she continues the melody for me as my left hand hesitantly drops from the piano and my wedding ring glistens in the her light – we are synchronised, just as we always had been and always will be… in my heart. She rests her head on me and I want this moment to last forever. Me and my wife together. Forever. But I blink.
A new apparition arrives, I run to a battered, rough, red brick wall; I give the order and he leaves the safety. The gun fires. I see the pain written all over his face- the face I had often looked to in times of doubt- I embrace his remaining life for the last time. I hold his inert body, death claimed him and all I can do is watch and pray. Every day since then I glance at the framed photograph of my friend, I remember how I had looked at him, as his eyes closed and his life fled with his crimson blood.
I look up to the sky, my eyes bulging with tears, praying that he would be alright. I look to the sky now as I had done before. My childhood comes back to me and I am handed the one toy that I had wanted for so many years. A polished mahogany horse with glistening azure eyes. I played with it until some of the wood chipped away and then I played with it some more.
He realised that he was not alone- anymore.
His grandson had crept in, eager to find the source of the soul-softening music. He clambered onto the chair, the chair that was festooned with swirling gold letters, and thumped at the keys with his left hand. He seemed to grow up in his grandfather’s eyes and when he looked anxiously at the old man they played the final note. Together.
He carefully closed the lid on the grand piano. The heart-breaking song of anguish was over. His grandson was his new found hope. But nothing lasts forever.
A Melody of Memories
His heart sank deep into an ocean filled with loneliness, as his delicate fingers danced around the metallic keys of the grand gold piano- thinking of the most painful, unforgettable memories of the past. Passion poured fluidly out of his fingertips and started to play- his soft, sorrowful tune cast a golden light. His eyes matching the colour of the grey churning ocean. His face brought despair to the room.
I feel a warm presence near me. I can smell her lovely scent, stronger than ever; a warm breath soothingly touches my face, like she had done before. My emotion rises within me as her lips conjure a comforting kiss on my cheek. I want it to stay like this forever. I want her- my beloved wife- to stay like this forever- but suddenly I blinked.
Darkness was closing in on me once more.
I run to safety. Safety- a battered brick wall. I gave him a signal… But it was too late, pain exploded right through him. I ran to help him, but by the time I got there, his eyes were already closing. My blood turned to ice. A small cloud of hope slipped across the sky but it was already too late, he was dead; I looked up to heaven for answers, but his life had already slipped away.
A fire burned in my stomach.
A bright blue box rapped in a glossy glittery ribbon was given to me. Emotions swelled inside me as I untied the sparkly ribbon and opened the box. I have been wanting this toy for years, and at finally I have got it. Me and my wooden horse- we had hours of fun till I came to the grand, imposing piano. I sat on the seat and we played the final note…together.
A Melody of Memories ~ by Rebecca
He sat there – alone. Nothing around him other than a pitch-black piano that stood out in the desolate, beige room. He positioned himself as if he knew this was coming for him; his finger-tips began to dance. His emotions drifted through the music; his sorrowful past – that was once present – was played back into his mind through the icy, worn-down keys of the grand piano.
He turned the delicate, tinted pages; each one revealing a story of his past. Sadness, despair, loneliness – every key played by wrinkled fingers, yet playing the most passionate tune you could ever hear. Brutal memories wiped upon his sleeve, that was now drenched in beads of tears – tears full of memories that he could never wash away. However the tune he played was the only memory he had left.
I was playing my tune alone – heart-broken – when all of a sudden, I feel a warm presence near me – a strong perfume that I had remembered throughout my time as a widower. She joined me – my wife – picking up the melody like no other could have. She was perfect – and she always had been. She conjures a warm kiss upon my now-exhilarated face and then… she leaves me – taking my happiness with her. Her once-vivacious presence now seemed imaginary.
A new apparition arrives – I run up to him in my army kit; I am once again a proud soldier. I kneel down behind my only safety point. Safety – a battered brick wall. I give him the nod – he runs out, throwing his life away from existence; he prepares to shoot but… it’s too late. He plunges to the floor – I did not know at first weather he was dead or alive. I picked him up and held him to the sky; I feel the warmth leave him and the cold claiming him. His eyes slowly close, his once strong body turns limp – I look to the sky for answers.
Once again I’m taken away. I’m given a baby-blue box tied in an aqua ribbon; the anticipation wipes a smile across my eager face. I remove the lid; I’m delighted – just as I was on that day. Hours of tremendous fun are spent with just me and my new wooden horse – my childhood dream.
Out of nowhere, another shadow joined me.
He turned to find that sitting beside him, was another of his loved ones, but this one – with him, for real. They exchanged a proud look as a pair of bright, young eyes met his, and they played the final note… together.
By Rebecca Year 6
The Piano
He sat in a desolate room-alone- with his grand piano making a beautiful sound; with his old, crinkled fingers dancing along the velvet keys. His pallid face was obscure, as the mahogany grand piano twinkled in the moonlight, his emotions poured out and composed the song, thinking about all the sorrow he had been through.
His life could only see people go, leave him, his head bent down like a prisoner, with a face of mourning. His despair was the vivid image that showed his life. His face was wistful, with tears rolling down his eyes. His eyes were an island of sorrow; with all his blood surrounding the island, making sure there was no escape route. He couldn’t see a way out of this mess?
He blinked and at his side was his wife, conjuring a warm kiss…
She kissed me, just like she had many times before, when we went through our sorrowful days. Each moment, was a moment I would remember, the good times and the bad, through the icy wintery self where her vivacious self was lost!
A new apparition arrives, me as a child, running round the room on my pretend horse, not being able to wait for the future that lay ahead of me. Seeing and hearing about all of my grandpa’s adventures, I wanted to follow in his footsteps. Finding new discoveries, which would impact and help the world, in all ways possible. My Grandpa and I always wanted the best for the world.
As the gun fires, the emotions pierce through my heart, seeing my friend lying in a puddle of his own blood. Guttering and choking in misery and despair, I plunged to the floor, trying to revive him. I am severed by his screams of agony and pain. It was the fatal day… that would be my friends last. My friends face was now obscure, lying beneath the muddy terrains. The snow began to set in the desolate land of warfare, resembling the day that had occurred!
I look up to the sky for answers, as the wind gets stronger, the snow gets heavier and the rapid fire of guns get more consistent. I am filled with hatred and disgust, not wanting to look at myself: muddy, wounded, alone, viciously killing other humans. I run to safety, safety a battered brick wall.
A new shadow arrives.
My young loved one, yet I look into his bright blue eyes, yet this time I realise he is real! We play the final note…together!
Lost Memories
He sat there – in an isolated room, in the middle, blacker that the blackest, stood an ivory and ebony grand piano. Sat there; no feeling was in the room. His crippled fingers slipped into a tune, pouring out all of his passion, his heart sank in an ocean of loneliness. Key by key, the tune was filling the air with sadness and despair; note by note, his past became vivid. His fingers glided into a rhythmic melody.
A face full of sorrow, loss and hurt; eyes full of tears; the tune grew stronger, he gazed at his fourth finger – his eyes lashes drenched in beads of tears. The hypnotic rhythm grew weaker and quieter… his heavy eyelids shut.
Memories swirl around me – an apparition appears. As she appears, I feel her silk hands gently caress my sorrowful face; as they had done many times before, all the lost memories were being painted into my mind. Her warm lips are pressing upon my face, it was like we were symmetrical – she is joining in, playing a melody that revives me from eternal darkness, we were playing like nothing in the world could please us more. She is fading away; I am slowly reaching out for her but… she is gone. The emptiness brings me down. She was back in a jar containing all of my desires and dreams.
We take cover. Safety – a battered brick wall. I give him the signal; he is doing what he is told as any respectable soldier would do. As the gun fires, my emotions rise – as he stumbles back I catch him. His life is slipping away in my arms; I look up at the sky for answers – as I had done many times before.
I look up at my reflection; it encourages me to keep on playing. I am filled with hatred and regret from my past, my hands continue to tell my story – they slip into a livelier tune.
Slowly another memory trickles into place; I am receiving a green box with an azure-blue ribbon tied in a perfect bow. My face full of glee, eyes full of amazement. I am seeing a pure birch horse, with galaxy black wool for the mane. I playing with him like I would never see him again – as I had done millions of times before.
My grandson replaces the image of me, he is playing with the same toy that I played with many years earlier. He pulls himself up to the soft velvet black chair; his small petite hand joins mine as we play the end of the unforgetful tune.
He is my hope.
The room was full of life, Mr James’ face was full of life. He could fell his wife in his heart. Nothing would ever be the same again; those memories were his and will be in his heart forever.
The End
The grand piano
He positioned himself at the polished grand piano staring at his reflection. His old wrinkled fingertips started to play, his emotions poured fluidly onto the cold keys: the memories were being remembered once again. Sadness filled the air; his fourth finger, where his wedding ring was placed glistened – it gave him hope, but very little hope. That ring reminds him of the only woman in the whole world he ever cared for or loved in his whole life… his partner…his wife. His eyes started to lose focus and close.
I feel a warm presence near me. She is here. I can smell an aroma of perfume. A soft hand joins in with the wistful tune. There’s nothing in the galaxy that could please us more. She kisses me on my right cheek. I am mute; the words I need to say are placed on the metallic keys of the piano. I reach out to touch her but she fades away into the distant far corner of the room, leaving a scent behind of perfume. My eyes are bulging with beads of tears. I have felt this way before. Even though I had been in this critical way a 100 times already, I still felt upset.
I could feel the heavy helmet with a red cross on my head; I have a dusky camouflage green uniform. I am alone; my heart frozen, me and my companion run to safety – safety a battered brick wall. We stay in our position as the torrent of darkness closes in on us. My companion looks at me. I give him a firm nod, he obeys my order and steps out into the torrent of darkness. He is about to pull the deathly trigger, when he receives a metal bullet piercing through his chest. I see the pain written all over his face, he falls to his knees and I run out to grab him but it is too late. I curse the sky, shouting and screaming for answers – why did this innocent man have to die just because of war. My heart is chipped, I fall to my knees crying for mercy.
My world is bleak; I can see nothing, I will never forget this moment.
The piano helps my sadness and encourages me to play on. This tune is my only thing I have left: nobody can stop me from playing this wistful tune.
A box tied with a sea-blue ribbon is placed beyond my own eyes. I open the lid in curiosity… the thing I have always wished for. The toy horse I have adored and wanted to have! Mine! Mine! I gallop across the floor, not pausing to take one breath.
My grandson appears in the room, playing with the same toy horse I received from when I was little. He comes to sit next to me on the pitch black seat and we exchange a proud glance into each other’s eyes as we play the final note…together.
He started to play the piano, his fingers danced across the cold, smooth keys of the pianoforte; he was distraught, which made his passion pour fluidly onto they keys of mourning. His face was filled with sorrow as he looked at his reflection in the lifeless grand piano. His eyelashes were drenched in beads of tears.
Then suddenly he dropped his heavy eyelids; his heart sank into an ocean filled with loneliness.
She-my wife- caresses my cheek .When she appears, I feel a warm presence spiral around me and I feel a hand on my shoulder like I had felt before. Every day since then, I glance at my forth finger as I had a crystalline rock in the middle glistening away as I heard her voice, “ I love you and never forget that,” she sounded like heaven; I tried to reach out but she was gone.
A new apparition arrives; there I am behind the battered brick wall between my life and my death. I hold my gun securely as I look quickly at my partner.
I give my Sargent a firm nod. Boom! He is dead.
The emotion rises inside of me; I grab his pale hand and look to the sky for answers. I pray to God to forgive my sins. Every single one of them.
Now I am given an azure box tied with a navy blue ribbon around it; I untie the ribbon and open the lid. My eyes widen as I pick up the wooden horse; I gallop around the room for hours and hours; I put down my prize toy that I love dearly. As I jump up to the ivory coloured pedestal.Me and my last hope- my grandson – play the final ending note – together … in harmony as we smile at each other synchronised and gaze at each other in amazement and success as I show him my ring. I see his sombre face and I know he misses my love but I cheer him up by giving him a possession of mine – the wooden horse.
By Ella – Mae
THE HARMONIOUS GRAND PIANO
In a dark room, he played an emotional song on the piano – all alone, he played a sad forget-me-not tune – that filled the air with despair, mourning and sorrow. His old wrinkly fingers twinkled around the grand piano – then he blinked … the tune was so enchanting that it filled the whole room with hope that he would one day see his wife in heaven waiting for him in a petite, red, ball gown dress; they would spend all day together, then he opened his eyes and those once beautiful memories had fluttered away like a butterfly and how he longed to get them back again; he blinked and blinked and blinked some more but his wife couldn’t be seen anywhere. All he could see was the piano in the old, empty, dull room. Then the old feeble man fell of his piano chair, and started to remember. He shut his eyes…
I remember my wife sitting next to me and planting a kiss on my cheek, like she had done many times before. Then all of a sudden I am running- I am in world war two; I am with my best friend, I give him a gentle nod; he runs away from the protective wall but it’s too late… there and then, a bullet shot him – he lay dead before me, I look up to the sky for answers but there is nothing I can do…
After that – I feel young again and I receive a present, I unwrap the baby blue lace, take the violet cover off the box and immediately start playing with the toy (a hobby horse). I play with it every day, until the golden crisp sun goes down; I love my hobby horse I always say to myself.
From the outside world it smelt quite peculiar so he opened his eyes and remembered he was in his house and his whole family was crowded around him, he looked all around for his wife but she was nowhere to be seen! He started to seem timid from his family and started to back away from his family- then all of a sudden, he thrashed his head on the wall!
His life changed from that moment on!
He started to heavily totter and he went back to the grand piano, and played the forget me not tune once again but he didn’t play it like he used to, he played it harmoniously – full of hope, love and grace. And grandfather and grandson played the final note together…
The Tunnel
As the little girl looked at her book, she saw a mysterious tunnel, then she looked down on her shoes. As she put up one of her legs, she saw dirt on her shoe so she took her white apron and her black dress off.
Then she went in the dirty, slimey and deep tunnel with her luxury green dress. As she went in the tunnel, there were butterflies around; then she went down; then their journey had began in the mysterious tunnel. As she was walking then she saw horrible, disgusting creatures.
She was shaking with fear, she heard noises – strange noises – then she heard huge noises, then she turned around shaking with fear; the a giant toad had appeared and her last words were.:
“Mummy!”
By Curtis
A Strange Encounter
By Francisco
There she was, in a desolate place. Her name, Lucy. She opened her velvet, satin bag and took out her treasured stones, ensuring they were safe. Lucy’s pure, white dress stood out while her patent, leather shoes shone. She heard a voice, tempting her to enter the eternal darkness. She took her clothes off and only wore her plain, cotton petticoat. Lucy trudged off and her only friends were bugs and mud. Lucy was taken.
Mud consumed her hands and knees, creatures crawled up from the depths of darkness. Sludge leapt up, jumping to her face. Her pale, white skin was no more. Lucy grew brown with regret and grew bad skin from the infectious, hideous earth. Roots closed in behind her as she wondered for an escape plan.
Lucy moved on with the shadows. Unfortunately, she had disappeared into the gloom. She was devoured. Lucy was petrified but still went on and on and on. She was left in fear.
She crawled and crawled and crawled, stopping and continuing, slapping viruses that emerged from shadows.
Lucy finally paused after hearing a threatening sound. She slowly yet fearfully turned around. A grotesque being sat behind her. It was an enormous yet ghastly… vermin.
MELODY OF MANY MEMORIES
MADELEINE
He sat there – alone – in the torrent of darkness. His gnarled fingers played his thoughts – his emotions pouring onto the piano. Sorrow and despair filled the eternal darkness. Key by key his past became vivid. His old yet agile fingers trod on the ebony and ivory keys. The sad tune spoke for him. He stared into the polished piano; his fingers pressed the keys as if for company; his weak heart sank into an ocean of loneliness. The wistful tune was the only memory he had. No-one could stop him.
His pallid face showed his anguish. In his mind he remembered the painful, unforgettable memories but also the joyful and exhilarating ones and his life filled with death and misery. Beads of tears stuck to his eye-lashes. His eyes were islands of despair and his mouth was an island of sorrow. Then his eyelids drooped and closed.
I feel her vivacious presence, a burning cerulean fire starts within my heart, as I once had felt before. Her silky hand removes my dry right hand and we play together. Her wispy white hair is up in a tight bun with a few strands loose as it once had been. The luxurious fragrance of her performance – which was stronger than ever – filled the room. We play the wonderful, relaxing melody. She caresses my cheek and fades away – taking my happiness with her.
His isolation escalated. His eyes were bulging with tears – tears of sorrow – but there was nothing he could do about it.
I’m running – running to a red, rough, battered brick wall – which is a wall I will never forget. I scan the blood-drenched battle fields, which were scattered with dead bodies. I give a firm nod – the signal to my friends fate. He peers around the wall which is only obstacle between life and death. Then he pulls the deadly trigger and realises there is no more ammunition left.
But it’s too late.
A metal bullet pierces through his chest – shattering his heart and bones. He staggers backwards and falls. The colour flushes out of his body, pain is written all over his face. His once strong body turns limp, the cold is claiming him. I hold him up to the sky – but even God knows it’s too late. I cry into his blood-drenched uniform. He’s dead. My best friend had died. Why does such an innocent, young man have to die?
Another shadow appears. I am holding an azure box with a dark blue ribbon. I’m livened. I open up the box and set my eyes on a mahogany riding horse. My heart gallops. I ride around the room with a smile of pure happiness; I play for hours on end.
His ears pick up a noise. It’s his grandson playing with his favourite toy. Then the grandson jumped onto the velvet piano chair. They exchange jovial glances – a look of love. They both play the last note…
Together.
The golden sun shone brightly on Cecilia’s pale skin, her pure white apron now a dark brown apron. Her leather shoes covered in viscous mud, taking her dark brown clothes off Cecilia sat comfortingly on the muddy ground. She tucked into her novel, she spied a dark opening in the opposite tree, a voice called in her head, “Come inside Cecilia, come and seek the bounty that will free your brother, come and you will have no fears,” she abandoned Cinderella and her stepsisters and crept forward. She looked around. She advanced more. She stopped. She heard a noise, spying the shadows of the ancient trees, yet saw nothing. She bent down and entered the trunk. The obscurity devoured her.
The dust caught the light and it appeared as if a heavenly twilight was in the palm of her hand. She had to get Maximilian. She slowly trudged through the mud and manure. A cockroach as big as your watch face leaped up her arm, leaving boils and mud on her skin, she flicked it off and it exploded on a root, our little hero was covered in a slimy, gooey substance. In a quest to retrieve her baby brother, she would do anything to get him back. Turing round a corner she saw a light, like a heavenly flame burning in the corner of the dark sky. She followed the light; what would she find? Maximilian being roasted on a spit? A pit of gold and jewels or a baby sleeping peacefully. All these ideas popped into her head. Yet she was unaware of the enormous belch that erupted behind her, sending a sound wave that swept her of her feet. She stood up. She prepared herself – she turned around. To be confronted by a toad the size of your bed! The only thing that Cecelia could think to say was, “Hola?”
Maximilian
Her pale face contrasted with the darkness; her black hair glistened in the sun. The entwined trees loomed over her head, as she took her rock out of her velvet pouch. As her white cloak shined in the light, her patent leather shoes were covered in mud.
She was about to enter the oak tree because she heard a voice, she removed her cloak and her satin dress and placed her book down. She entered the ancient oak tree. The dust caught the light and it appeared as if a heavenly twilight was in the palm of her hand. She entered wide-eyed and sweating with fear, regretful for what she had done, she carried on going through the endless tunnel, she heard a noise and turned around and saw…
An ugly, slimy, unpleasant toad.
“H-e-l-l-o?” whispered the girl.
“RIBIT!” the toad belched loudly.
A young girl approached a desolate forest, wearing a brilliant white apron and a rich velvet dress. A tall imposing tree stood there towering over the forest; beckoning her to come forward into a gateway of eternal darkness.
Her patent leather shoes drowned in a puddle of mud; her eyes were drawn to the opening of fear. A tumultuous scream was heard. Annabelle’s heart sank into her chest. Was someone after her? Annabelle had to make a decision. What would she choose? She stripped off her pure white apron following her ultramarine, velvet, dress – being careful not ruin her clothes. The only thing that was covering her from frost bit was a brownish-greyish petticoat and no soles to protect her feet.
Annabelle reluctantly fell to the ground, leaving behind her precious belongings and the book that her dear elderly grandfather gave to her before he went up the sky.
She entered a valley of darkness; looming figures of her worst nightmare came to greet as her pure hand got plunged in the viscous mud. All of the entwined roots of this tree were like hands of the past victims pulling her into their state of sorrow.
Oh my gosh! Like a voice pulling me in I want to know more!
A DANCE FOR THE ONES I LOVED
(By Destiny)
Nothing. His fingers glided across the soft waves of his life, the ivory keys bounced in his presence-welcoming him once again. His aged fingers fell deep into the hard melody – pouring his dying heart into the tune, with it flowing all hope in his mind; nothing was more of him – captive. What more could he do but dwell with his old friend-the darkness? His face showed the darkness, twirling inside his mind. He was locked down inside. Alone. No-one to call family.
Every day since then, I glance back at the exhilarating memories, the hard times, the good times, I had a hole in my soul from that day on. A figure appears; a young beautiful figure, I had remembered this body – it is her. When she appears, I feel a blaze of silver light, as if I have been in this unforgettable scene. She conjured a powerful kiss; I had felt this way before: This Emotion. This feeling. This happiness!
Death was standing at the safety we had – a brick wall. What more can I do but signal my dear friend to risk his life? I jump toward his lifeless body but God know it’s too late. I beg for forgiveness.
I blink – everything has changed.
Perfect. Perfect was the only word to describe it; the present was wrapped in baby-blue, a beautiful horse stares into my eyes. From that day onward it was just me and the wooden head of my special and beloved toy horse. We play for hours on end; from generations to generations, the children of his children – my grandson by far the best.
A shadow came from the darkness joining him as his companion, the pair of bright eyes met his then they played the final note… together.
WOW! That was amazing – a hole in my soul!
Piano Flashback
He entered the pitch-black room, mesmerized by the isolating notes. He played the song on the ancient piece of paper. He felt the presence of his wife and felt her warm breath on his cheek. Key by key his past became clear.
His face was an island of heartbreak and his eyes were seas of despair. He was held captive by the memories of his mourning heart. He was being pulled into a nightmare of his forbidding past. He tried to keep his wife with him but it was too late, he blinked and she faded away.
I feel a heavy gun thump across my chest as I run to the safety of a battered rough red brick wall. I signal the man to his death. I drag him back from the insecurity of the battle field and back to the safety of the brick wall. My best friend died in my arms. I look to the sky for answers and ask what had I done
I blink; I am surrounded by bleakness once more.
I see myself open the velvet red box with a sky blue silk ribbon. I see the toy horse, I have always wanted, I look to the sky. I gallop around the room- all I want to do is ride. I see my grandma with her arms out for a hug, I trot to her and thank her with a warm embrace.
He blinks but he is not alone this time.
He saw his grandson appear on the very same horse he once claimed his own. He put down the wooden stead and climbed onto the piano seat as we played the final key… together…he was his hope, they both exchanged a look of love and compassion to each other, he saw his wife in him every time he smiled.
He saw him look at the brown piece of paper. He saw his eyes bulge with tears. He makes him feel her presence, but he knows his wife can’t be with him and that he should just start afresh with his family and friends.
Every saint has a past and every sinner has a future.
By Priya
Wow!