Try listening to the song Bittersweet while reading the story: www.youtube.com/watch?v=nHLIwwlmZa4 (Sorry for any ads that come with it) Shadrach Yale’s stomach was growling, for he had not eaten in two days. His guitar was growing rusty and his days were going by slowly. He sat on a park bench with his guitar, slowly picking the strings, forming a melancholy tune. Beside him, a rotting wicker basket collected a few coins of charity. Tears began to fall from the clouds. Shadrach started to gather his few belongings to trudge off to his rickety old shack. He stopped as he saw a bright red balloon floating quickly about. The balloon paused and came towards him. The balloon looked so happy, even though raindrops trickled off its brightness. Shadrach’s eyes shifted below the balloon, where he saw a little boy with soft grey eyes, slick blond hair, and happy, rosy cheeks. The child approached him, “I’m Thomas Little.” The boy proclaimed. Shadrach was surprised that the boy had the courage to talk to him. Shadrach looked back up at the balloon: still so bright. Shadrach’s hopeless eyes met the bright eyes of Thomas Little. He replied in a gravelly, but soft voice, “I’m Shad. Do your parents know you’re out here, son?” “Yes sir.” The boy pronounced. Shadrach wasn’t used to being respected like that. A small smile crept into his lips. They started talking. They talked about guitar songs, third grade, and more. All the while, it was still raining, but neither of them even noticed, or cared. Eventually a streak of lightening was seen, and thunder boomed. “Well Little Tom, you better be on your way. Im leaving anyway.” “Ah but I like talkin’ to ya, Mr. Shad.” “I know, but your balloon will pop if its out here much longer.” Shadrach replied. “My balloon isn’t as special as talking to you. Mr. Shad, I go to the church across the street, and was wondering if maybe you would want to come on Sunday?” Shadrach was shocked that such a young child could be so mature for his age. Shadrach then replied with, “Church people aren’t always as kind to those who don’t look like them, Thomas. And Iv’e heard their stories before kid, I think they’re too good to be true. Sorry.” “That’s alright, Mr. Shad. Here, you can have this; so you’ll remember me just in case we don’t see each other again.” Thomas handed a red guitar pick with the words THOMAS M. LITTLE carved in it. “What does the M. stand for, Thomas?” “Messenger. Thomas Messenger Little.” “...speaking the Truth in love...” Ephesians 4:15
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Momma
9/6/2017 05:27:43 pm
Made me tear up!!
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9/8/2017 07:11:50 am
I might just do that! Glad you enjoyed it, and thanks for your feedback!
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Brianna Coffey
9/6/2017 07:22:07 pm
This is so sweet! So beautifully written!! You have a gift girl:) And I love the idea of the soundtrack to listen to behind it!!
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9/8/2017 08:06:55 am
It was so fun writing this with the goal of 'emotion' in mind. Through different word choices, to having music in the background, and describing the scene to where "tears fell from the clouds," it really helped me set the stage for the type of story I was writing!
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Music is Oxygen
9/7/2017 07:05:42 am
Wonderful story with an excellent accompaniment choice.
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9/8/2017 07:41:17 am
I was writing some of this story with that song playing, and it really helped me feel the emotion and incorporate it into the story! By suggesting for the reader to listen to it, I was hoping that it would provide them with the same strong emotions I felt while writing!
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