Three minute stories

"I saw my life twist into the air."

  I read Ocean Child, the quote above is from that story. The story was sad and to me,  have a sense of hopelessness. The story makes me think, it might have actually happen to someone and when a story tells a truth, it makes the reader think deeply just for a moment or two.

    His floor. I read this story and honestly i did not see any significance in it. Except for the part, were the older lady, Burdette, who has a patterned lifestyle, always the same routine everyday, this caught my attention because  dooing the exact thing everyday would make you feel lonely.

    Honor. The story was interesting, it was sad but not sudden. Until the very last sentence you finally knew what was said to the wife about her husband. She explained a lot about her husband but without really telling anything.

Melody

                A chilled breeze ran over my face as i carefully made my way to the door of the River Rim cafe. Opening the door, I immediately felt the electric fire in the corner warm my face. The smell of homemade goodies and coffee filled my nose with their deliciousness. I was here to watch and listen to melodies and beautiful notes stream from two people who have a love for playing music.
                First, I needed a cup of coffee. "What can I get for you?" Smiled a dimple-faced lady behind the counter. "A mocha, please." I said. My mouth was watering form the overwhelming smell of goodness. I saw a huge dark leather, in perfect condition, chair sitting next to where the band would be playing tonight. I could feel myself smile at finding such a perfect seat, not to mention amazingly cozy. It felt like the chair would swallow me up in to its comfy cushions.
                Looking up, after focusing on how comfy he chair was, my eyes took in two, middle-aged adults. The woman had a quiet smile, but her dark eyes were shining brighter than the sun. She was slowly tuning a dark-wooded cello. It looked bigger than the woman. There was a man sitting a few feet away. He was tall, and had a strong  but lean figure. A cheery smile played on his lips, his blue eyes shone wisdom only found with with age. He held a cream colored Fender acoustic guitar in one hand,  and wore faded leather cowboy boots.
                I was contemplating, wondering about the woman and man intently, that I didn't  realize a fresh cup of coffee steaming beside me on a small table to my right. I took a long, slow sip, the warmth coursed through me. The guitar man's hands flew masterfully over the strings. The woman sat on edge, cello bow in one hand, her left hand pressing into the graceful strings. The two of them mad e a amazing sound, I have never heard a more wanted sound.
               Every song has a story behind it. A song writer can be any age, you could make up lyrics anytime of the day, that's what makes listening to music so enjoyable, we can relate to lyrics. When the two musicians played there heart out that night, i could tell music made them happy.