Notable Quotes: October 2017 (Part 2) #quotes #pinterest


Welcome to Part Two for October 2017 Notable Quotes. There are some great ones so I hope you’re inspired in life and throughout your week!

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Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer P1: The Liberty of Choice #amwriting #flashfiction #music 


Thanks to Priceless Joy for hosting FFftAW. Apologies this is a longer piece than should be but sometimes pieces develop into much more and there is also a second part to this prompt.

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Part 1: 

Evangeline was a child prodigy playing songs on the piano from the radio, by ear, at age six. Her mother, Ruth, had dreams of her daughter being a classical music concert pianist.

Grudgingly, Evangeline passed all her Royal Conserveratory piano exams up to the tenth grade when she was only nine-years-old. Although forbidden from playing popular music, when she was home alone, she sang along to her Ipod and wrote her own songs with vocals.

Then, Ruth forced her daughter to travel the world playing classical music concerts.  Evangeline’s classical piano arrangements were powerful and exhilarating to hear because of her resentment and hatred blended into every composition.

After graduating with an honours BA in music while touring, Evangaline refused to do more university degrees in music or to tour playing concerts. She had never been given a choice about how she wanted to use her talents or live her life. Her mother calling her ‘selfish,’ pushed her over the edge.

She left home and didn’t look back.

Find Part 2 (here). 

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Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner: No Piano Mom.


Thanks to Roger Shipp for hosting FFftPP.

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Mom, I don’t want to play piano, 

But you force me every week, no! 

You say “it can’t be that hard,”

My piano playing, will never go far.

You think I’ll get better when you make me play, 

I practice, fumbling the wrong keys — you say:

“My boy he’s going to be a musician,

My Alex is going to go far, be a physician;

Playing the piano helps with math and science skills, 

Playing these notes, he learns to read music: I’ve chills, 

One day he’ll be a musician and a doctor, 

How could a mother want anything more.” 

So I pound out the notes, keeping my hand like a ball,

Ignoring your wince when my fingers stumble and fall.

I want to do something fun, 

I want to play soccer and run.

I want to be an astronaut, or maybe a fireman, 

A hero who saves people, maybe Spider-Man?

I’m not sure yet what I want to be, 

I don’t like math or piano you see. 

But my printing is good; I handwrite well,

My typing is fast; in my stories, witches cast spells.

I like to read; I’m quicker than other children.

Are you listening to me? Or yelling certain —

I should be practicing piano, something you decided for me.

Never asking how I felt as years passed by and I still played off key.

I couldn’t memorize the music; it was tedious, 

I preferred writing stories, characters mischievous. 

How your face dropped, 

Now you never talk to me; you stopped.

Because I didn’t become a musician or a doctor,

I used my talents and your boy Alex plays professional soccer.

Writing stories in the paper about sports and other topics, I glean.

I didn’t meet your standards; I lived my own dreams.

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3Lines Tales: I Hate You Piano


Thank you so much to the lovely Sonya from 100 words or Less for hosting this prompt.

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Jessie Orrico

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1. Dear Piano, I have mixed feelings about you; in fact, I still kind of hate you because my parents made me play and practice you until I was seventeen-years-old and at times you sounded decent when I played you but mostly I was terrible at playing piano and my D refused to understand that I detested playing you.  
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2. Some people are extremely talented at playing you piano but I have never been one of them even though I spent ten long years playing you; how D never understood I was awful at playing piano I don’t know, maybe he had this illusion of my talent;what’s worse, my brothers were done playing you by early Junior High, but I had to continue playing you through high school and my only consolation is I can read music well and I’m good at figuring out how to sing the harmony line in a country song.

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3. I was done with you piano when D made me play piano along with his singing group; I can’t play without being able to practice even once or twice but he put me on the spot and I stumbled through trying to play this hymn D’s group was singing; I kept hitting the wrong notes and the other members of D’s group kept giving me dirty looks as if to say, ‘why are you still screwing up;’ for me that was the end of any love I had for you piano because I was humiliated and I didn’t want to pretend I could play you for church anymore or for any of D’s future singing groups; I suck okay, I’m not a piano player and I’m not one bit ashamed that I have lost what small skill I had playing piano; I’ve decided it’s better when I listen to someone with talent playing piano and appreciate you piano, that way. 

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Wanted to pop this in hear. Music isn’t all bad. In fact listening and playing to music can have great Benefits please check-out this link: https://www.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=10156767582695655&id=762335654

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