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Your protagonists walks on the beach every morning. One day they find this unexplainable surprise. Continue the story...
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In the distance, I see the grand piano. It doesn’t look like it washed up; it looks like it has been there all along, part of the sand. I walk these beaches every morning, though, so I know that it’s always there. As I reach out to play a chord, I think l know why it’s there, too.
The sound is deafening. Even above the waves, I can hear the song I’m playing. A song from my childhood, when I was ...
The westerlies blow like a mighty lions roar as I walked silently through the beach grass. The beach grass is the best dancer on this side of Biloxi. The grass dances as though it has something to be joyful about every day. It swiftly rises and falls on my ankles as I look towards the Gulf. Never know quite what the weathers going to down here in Mississippi. I see some small sand crabs as I walk ...
A western wind picked up early that morning. Infusing the ocean waters with heightened enthusiasm. It spoke to her in a way as she sat there, watching the roughness of it all. Dawn was surly approaching, the faint, dappled glow of the sun's rays just barely visible. Still, she could make out the growing waves eager to flood the shores, but alas, the hour was low, so they waited. Building energy wh...
Hyacinth loved her little early walks on the beach. It was her favorite time of the day, when she could hear her own thoughts and feel the sea breeze on her skin. But this was no ordinary day, and the messiness began early.
She noticed something akin to a piano near the waves, but thought it was her mind playing tricks. Who would put a freaking piano so close to the waves? She decided to get a li...
It looked out of place I thought for a moment,
And I wondered why was it there?
Then thought how it actually makes perfect sense,
Now that I see it so clear.
The ocean makes music, Sweet to the ear,
It sways and it dances with the wind and the sand,
It rolls and it twists to make sounds and rhythms,
And plays with the rocks and turtles and fishes.
If I could define the sound of the ocean to some...
The grand piano was so beautiful, so elegant, so certain of its place to be here on this beach, the allure of the shore was long forgotten.
The ornate body stood mounted upon four thick legs, hourglass shaped, buried within a great mound of wrinkled sand. Wooden swirls embossed each side of the piano and the space above the keys. The entire object was exquisitely clean, as if immune to the minut...
Retirement had always been the goal, the dream. For years it was what drove Mark to get out of bed everyday. That promise of a day he wouldn’t have to get out of bed if he didn’t want to. He had to admit, he missed work, and the people at work. However much he missed his old way of life, retirement still had its perks. Long walks on the beach being pretty much chief among them.
A hustle of a care...
Today was like every day for me. I was walking across the beach side of my summer home. It was the only way my head could be cleared. Ever since I was a kid, I had my life set on one path specifically. Be the best businessman I could be.
My parents made sure of that by having me spend extra time in school for studying. Every day, I would spend a good chunk of time just staring out the window in m...
Between the hum of the sea and the cawing gulls, the breeze carried a faint voice across the shore. From where? She couldn't tell. It didn't matter, because she would ignore it. Probably just the wind howling as it passed through the rocks.
Shaking a fringe of seaweed from her foot, she ambled along the beach, her white tunic shielding her from the sun. No sign of the boat she'd been told of. Eit...
Context: The character goes to the beach one day, but gets stuck on the beach and can’t leave. They realize that since the piano is the only thing there, it must be the way out, but it won’t make sound.
Day after day
Time won’t change
The keys can’t play
The piano beckons to me
Freedom in each key
Only exit I can see
Sound won’t come
Brain goes numb
There’s no-one
Stuck in the sand
Can’t feel ...