I need some advice from anyone who knows anything about writing. I have written a few things, and I always have ideas, but when I start something I never seem to be motivated to finish it. I need to know if my stuff is any good at all. I would love to hear what people think, even if it is bad.
The Piano Player
A piano sounded behind me, someone was in the room! I hid behind the bookshelves not wanting to be found out. Then the keys started to move and the sound that came forth was like heavens celestial choir. I stood there too dumbfounded to move, Who was playing the piano? Cautiously I peeked around the corner of the shelves. To my astonishment the form of a man met my gaze. I listened, and slowly I felt myself move toward the wonderful strains. I walked as if in a trance and finally came to the bench where he sat. I stood there closing my eyes to the beautiful music that came forth, if only I could make such a sound! I opened my eyes, and wondered why the man hadnt noticed me yet. He had not stopped playing the whole time as if he would go one forever. I felt myself sit one the bench and strangely as soon as I sat I felt myself drawn to the keys, as if I was meant to play them. I couldnt stop myself I had to touch them I had to feel the keys move up and down underneath my hands. As soon as I touched them he stopped playing and my hands began to play the same beautiful tones that his had. He watched me confused at first and then satisfied. I tried to stop playing but my hands wouldnt stop I played on and on. Finally after watching me the man rose, walked away and disappeared around the corner. I realized I had been doomed to the same strange fate as soon as I had walked in the room. I would play forever, until someone else came and fell under the spell of my music and began to play.
Here is another story I wrote it is a bit longer and it is in two posts on my blog:
http://www.christianforums.com/t3148240
The Piano Player
A piano sounded behind me, someone was in the room! I hid behind the bookshelves not wanting to be found out. Then the keys started to move and the sound that came forth was like heavens celestial choir. I stood there too dumbfounded to move, Who was playing the piano? Cautiously I peeked around the corner of the shelves. To my astonishment the form of a man met my gaze. I listened, and slowly I felt myself move toward the wonderful strains. I walked as if in a trance and finally came to the bench where he sat. I stood there closing my eyes to the beautiful music that came forth, if only I could make such a sound! I opened my eyes, and wondered why the man hadnt noticed me yet. He had not stopped playing the whole time as if he would go one forever. I felt myself sit one the bench and strangely as soon as I sat I felt myself drawn to the keys, as if I was meant to play them. I couldnt stop myself I had to touch them I had to feel the keys move up and down underneath my hands. As soon as I touched them he stopped playing and my hands began to play the same beautiful tones that his had. He watched me confused at first and then satisfied. I tried to stop playing but my hands wouldnt stop I played on and on. Finally after watching me the man rose, walked away and disappeared around the corner. I realized I had been doomed to the same strange fate as soon as I had walked in the room. I would play forever, until someone else came and fell under the spell of my music and began to play.
Here is another story I wrote it is a bit longer and it is in two posts on my blog:
http://www.christianforums.com/t3148240
