The sound of the piano was a lovely one.
The chirping of birds in the morning couldn't compare to it. The sound of the piano was more beautiful than Aphrodite herself. Choirs of angels sang as the accompaniment for the piano.
But it is no longer beautiful when you realize that no one is playing it.
Yet it still sings.
YOU ARE READING
Random Writing Prompts
RandomAnyone can be a writer. They just either don't do it, or can't brainstorm decent story ideas. These prompts are ideas I could never continue. You may use them, and take credit for it. I only gave the idea. If you use a prompt, you deserve the c...
