Before The Accident That Changed My Life

The wind chime hung from the roof of the abandoned house , it swayed calmly and slowly against the wind , everything seemed peaceful . We - my father and I - sat on the porch of the rundown house that only we knew about . It was dark and I wasn’t the biggest fan of the night , the night is unpredictable but yet so beautiful .

Music Plays behind us. The bass upon the speaker fill the room. Kai and I wait, silence between us but music fills the air around. The room, a little messy, dribbled paint on the floor, and the smell of Acrylic and pencil shavings linger. The bell for lunch breaks both the music barrier and silence. Kai and I are awakened from out daydream.

Then, it comes out of nowhere. The biggest climax, suddenly brought on like a wave crashing against a cliff’s edge. The oboe melody recurs again, this time less sorrowful than inviting. Come back, it sings. And the flute comes skipping over the sound, the sun rising from behind black clouds. But the melody it plays sounds out of place, lower than and not as bright as what it could be. My fingers twitch, following the flute countermelody as if I were up there playing with them—as I should be.

The sun was setting in the distance and the gleaming golden rays penetrated the western glass wall and cast luminous patterns on the walls. Gentle music playing in the background, soothing the both of you.

“I’ve never seen such passionate eyes before,” Rose offered Pearl a gentle smile, then proceeded to extend her arm out and interlaced her fingers with Pearl’s own bony

“But I wanna watch how you do it,” he said, wrapping his arms around me.

As they moved to the slow erotic sounds of the music, he felt his ardor start to rise. As he held her tight he knew she could feel the press of his cock against her body. He was aware her body craved what he would gladly offer and she would soon be his. His Selkie senses could detect her sweet arousal.

I brought her hand up to my lips and gently kissed it and allowed my lips to travel up arm. She pulled away from me as I made it to her shoulder.

“Fine.” I sighed, giving the horses one last pat. I went back and grabbed my luggage handle again. Prefect was already inside. I hefted my stuff into the carriage and climbed in. I shut the door and bounced slightly on the edge of my seat as we began moving. He glared at me and I meekly slid back and sat still. For about ten seconds. Then I got bored and pulled my earbuds out of my bag along with my phone. I plugged in (which means I plugged the buds in my ears and the cord into my phone) and went to my large music library, selecting a favorite album of mine--Bea Miller’s Not An Apology. She was a fairly new singer to the scene, this being her first album. But I loved her songs, they were so empowering and many of them made me want to dance

She polished abuelita's music box until after midnight. When she finished, she placed it on her knick-knack shelf and marveled at how it glowed like the moon. Exhausted, she turned toward her room and, as she shuffled toward her room, music sang from the box. She listened to its saccharine tone, its steady Latin rhythm, and melody that seemed like she could see along with it. Humming its tune, she moseyed along to

„She cuddled against me and I put my arm around her. She looked up to

Two hours passed. I finally exited the soundproof practice room, the muscles in my fingers aching to keep playing. I began walking down the hall, glancing around, when I felt a tug on my skirt. I jumped, gasping and whirling around.

I slipped out of bed trying my hardest not to disturb Red. I could still hear the light, upbeat tune drifting through the open window. I don't know why but there was something that was drawing me towards the sound.

I closed my eyes. Everything went black. Like a mole, my fingers sniffed about and found the beginning. The stir of the audience quieted as the music began to swirl from the piano, strengthening and coiling into vibrant loops. It came to me, full, warm, and green.

An accident can happen to anyone at any time. It is so unusual and it happens because of our unwillingness and careless. I have heard news about people getting car accident in radio and TV. But this time I have experienced a nightmare incident in my life. I feel that everything happens for a reason .This is why my life has changed into a different one. Our life is designed in such a way that we have to learn various information as we grow up and we will learn by doing certain mistakes. Accident can amend your life in numerous manner: Realization of several mistakes, beginning of new sort of life, and lowers the level of quality of life.