My hands crippled over to the black wooden block, the science almost drawing me in. I took a breathe and started playing like my life depended on it. The strings of the piano resounded as the music swayed me away. It was like I could feel every note playing in my head. I wanted to be part of the part of the music.
I always loved imagining that an audience is watching me play... it makes me feel alive inside.
I kept playing for up to 20 minutes when I suddenly stopped. My imaginary audience clapped and praised me...making me feel important. The applause drowned down to one. I kept smiling in my mind.
I snuggled in my bed, feeling really important when I heard the applause...a hand brushing over my shoulder made me know that this was real
Someone was applauding for me on my bed.
I know it wasn't good but have been having writer's block
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Horror In Its Truest Form
HorrorThis world is full of entities, oddities and things that cannot be explained. In this book, some of it would be shown. Some can be real or made up. Historical or recent. All that you want to read are here where horror is in it's truest form?. I woul...
