Storygram #148
After a few more minutes, Molly looked at the time on the grandfather clock. She walked over to the door and stood with her hands folded. The music stopped, and everyone stood still, watching the door with smiles on their faces.
Storygram #120
He let the ringing of a chord and the vibrato of his voice carry the last fading sounds of his melody. When he opened his eyes, everyone was at their dinner tables talking with each other and eating. No one had noticed that his song ended.
Storygram #109
It was his first decree when he became the new king of Corlinia: The doors shall be open for everyone, always. If the king was not away on business or sleeping, he could be found perched on his throne, waiting.
Storygram #103
The sounds of the city streets were the only things keeping him awake. The constant revving of the cars, the yelling vendors, the construction hammers—he needed all of them after his early morning job, a full day of classes, and this job, which wouldn’t be over until nine o’clock.
Storygram #84
Every day, he threw a red backpack over his shoulder and hauled his stool down to a street corner. When he was young, his father had told him to always dress for the job he wanted to have. The decades of watching and studying various blues musicians had heavily informed his attire.