10/10/2011 Dan Freedman http://www.dantheauthor.co.uk/home.html

[WP Central]

Sound

 

Everyone has their thing. For me it’s music. Clears my mind, hits me inside. Don’t ask me where, just somewhere deep, that’s all I know.

 Me, my room, music on and my guitar in my hand. That’s all I need. Then I’m sweet.

 Once I did two days straight. Listening to one track over and over, trying to unpick it, trying to work out the nuts and of bolts of the beat, what made it tick. I imagine I’m a code-breaker, trying to break the lock to get into the sound. And when I get there, I’m looking down of the whole world from my cloud of sound.

 At school I’m quiet though. I’m not the one that gets up in the middle of the room and starts shouting. My thoughts stay on the inside.

 And I’m not one to get up on stage either.

 

At least that’s what I thought.

 

[Natalie Sheehan]

 

                                              Sound

I sat, absentmindedly staring, gazing hopelessly, upon her beautiful face; she was talking to me- well not me- my mind was talking, making me think it was her- teasing me: the cruel ways in which the mind  works. The music ran straight through me (the only time it did this) her name was Josie, I was about to speak then “Parker!” “It’s 1995, where are you, 2002?” The whole class laughed at me, as I put my head to the desk in shame. The bell rang furiously, and everyone grouped together like sheep around the notification board, not that there’s any difference with some of the people you find in this school, especially with some of the hair on the punks, you can barely see their faces! I picked up my walkman, looked both ways- then forcefully hit ‘Play’, and Metallica followed, bursting into my eardrums- enough to make then break, the crowd dispersed; and Jay was sniggering, “What?” I said, he laughed louder “What, what have you done?!” I exclaimed in fury as the walkman fell to the floor, “Entered you” “For what!?” I screamed; Jay nodded to his left, the notice board- “Soccer?” He shook his head “Football?” He shook it again “Photography, you know I hate that.”

“Little further” He added, edging me closer to my doom, “Talent show?”

“Yup” he said putting emphasis on the ‘P’, the casual way he just said it made me want to wring his neck. “What have you done?”

 

  -Oliver & Joe

English Martyrs

[Anita Vine]

Jay was going to enter the talent show when he knew that I wanted to try out in the auditions he was a great freestyle footballer and knew every trick in the book. I knew I had some work to do. I went home that night knowing that my walkman was broke and I had no music to listen to I was getting depressed so I ran down stairs and knew what I was about to do was bad. I grabbed my new jumper and I was in my slippers but didn’t think about that and headed down the street and walked past the O2 shop and saw a walkman exactly the same as mine but white. Next I walked in to the shop and slipped the phone into my pocket then headed home with my earphones ready to be  used. I entered my bedroom still thinking of what I had done But I quickly turned on my computer and downloaded the song I liked it was Bruno mars “Grenade” I plugged my earphones in to my ears and started to sing all my happy feelings were coming back I was starting to think that what I had done was good for me. The next day it was the auditions for the talent show and just my look I was after Jay he got four yeses and was through to the next round. I was next I walked onto the stage and started to sing .....

                                        BY RYAN, PENDLE VALE NELSON LANCASHIRE UK

[WP Central]

I closed my eyes. My fingers glided softly across my well-worn guitar strings. I could hear my voice echoing in my head. A soft tenor tone.  I remembered a time long ago...  when I was about nine years old I loved to sing. My mother would say I had a wonderful voice.  As I sang I couldn’t believe I had forgotten the memories. It was a year later that she disappeared. In the five years since then, I’d taken refuge in music.  It would remind me of her. Music was my therapy, my haven.

I wasn’t too sure what I was singing. It just…felt right. I usually keep my thoughts to myself. I just let it all pour out. I lost track of time and space. I forgot about everything that was going awry in my life. The music was calming, drifting notes softly caressing my thoughts. All was tranquil. Perfect.

The nagging feeling of guilt seeped into my head.  I tried to keep singing, but thoughts of the stolen walkman wriggled their way into my mind. I couldn’t focus. My words contorted as my throat dried up and suddenly-silence.

I opened my eyes…

Amanda  and Olivia , The Hazeley Academy.

 

[Allison Painich]

and felt my pants get warm.  All of a sudden, my white-skinny jeans turned a deep shade of yellow.  I ran off the stage looking down.  I ran into someone.  I looked up and there was Josie, the girl I have been in love with for 3 years.  Too bad she was dating Chris Hodges, the most popular guy in our school.  I hated him.  That gorgeous head of hair made me so mad I almost couldn't stand it.   So I sat down.  I remembered about my pale yellow pants and took off towards the bathroom.  I stayed in there until my jeans dried.  Just as I was washing my face, I heard the door open.  I looked up and....

 

McKenna, Taylor, and Seth

St. Frederick's

Monroe, Louisiana, USA