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Even in the silence, I can hear music. My pen scratching on paper; the wind wailing at the bay window; snowflakes sticking to the ground and beginning to pile in the field beyond. The words I write, in those letters I’ll never send, are music to my own ears. And I am the conductor, constantly leaning into the sound, my hands willing and prying the music from the woodwinds, then the strings. A symphony of emotions alive in my head, with a trembling vibrato and burning crescendo. And as the movement draws to a close, as the fermata holds that last glistening note--
“Melancholy were the sounds on a winter's night.”
…Virginia Woolf? Probably.
I set my pen down, eyes staring blankly at the world outside. My own reflection gazed back at me, and for a moment, I couldn’t recognize myself. Then my features began to melt into being, as if the window had been a mirror, foggy after a scorching shower—yes. It’s clear now. There she is. Somewhere behind the steam.
Is it such a terrible thing to mourn the dead when they themselves have not yet died?
Be on the lookout for new updates of The Grand Adventures of Mr. Fredrick and Lady Saskia!
I had the idea for this story during a weekly meeting of my University's Writing Club that no one really knows exists yet, commonly called Penned. The prompt asked us to write about lost luggage, and as I love European History, I thought of the famed Orient Express. But the prompt soon got away from me, and ran off with a mind of its own. And so I thought, well, why not write it if it wishes so much to be written?
I hope to have the first chapter completed and up soon, solely so I can say that I've actually accomplished something. It's taking a lot of time and research, and since I have 18 credits worth of classes this semester, it's all been slow going. But I suppose that as in life, art that is truly worth it takes time to come to fruition.
Here's the basic description of what you can expect:
"Follow the story of a despondent British banker and a wild, mysterious Austrian noble as they uncover political conspiracies, treasure hidden for centuries, and secrets that could mean the end of Western Culture as they know it. Set in the early 1920s."
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I'm a college student at Liberty University working on a Degree in English. I write, I bake, and I occasionally fall up stairs.