Whats The Song Of Madagascar At The Start? Ink Sonata.

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Type: Original . ¤
Word: Literature.
¤ Specifications: The extension must be between 200 and 400 words, no more no less. ¤
Title: Sonata Ink. ¤
Summary: "But she is not musical notes, or sonatas turbulent and passionate. She's words. Scathing, sarcastic. It is sheer force of letters, of insolence tattooed in ink and paper." ¤
Warnings: Angst terribly musical.
¤ Number of Words: 400 words accurate.

SONATA CHTMLX INK. The notes will flood her veins and in their own way, makes music as well. But she is not musical notes, or sonatas turbulent and passionate. She's words. Biting, sarcastic. It's sheer force of letters, of insolence tattooed in ink and paper. She does not run impressive philharmonic orchestras, but an apocalyptic chorus of words that scream to be elected.

Because the ink and paper have been his voice. A silent voice, but voice. The youngest of seven children, each more talented. Elizabeth, a talent on piano, George, who is now richer for his work as a doctor. And she, a zero. The baby of the house, which only reads, he never speaks. Nobody cared that she decided to study Literature. Totalis the girl. Nobody expected much from it, actually.

"Bastards. They're all bastards mutters, lifting his glass of vodka and giving a long sip, the way it burns the esophagus to the stomach. A slight arch his back makes him tremble.

again sinking into the eternal tide of letters, words and ink. Write with ink, but in reality you do with your soul and blood.

... His lips trembled, and laughed hysterically.

She bursts out laughing hysterically that competes with the notes in the Apassionata crescendo. Musicreaches its peak and she trembles with excitement. His eyes puddle of tears. The fingers are sinking beneath the keys of the old-fashioned typewriter.

Hunde once. Then another and another ... and this marks the end of everything. Of absolutely everything.

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N / a: After squeezing my neurons in a brutal way, I succeeded. The first challenge LMF weekly tournament. Was rare and such. This medium based on the words of Salem (the adorable cat Sabrina)"All a writer needs is good whiskey, nightmare and a bad marriage." 400 words remained accurate, which is a miracle. At first I went to 429, then cut back and stay on 399 and

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the bete and stay at 400. It when the counter was as a relief and a deep sigh. But as I say deep. The story left me terribly musical. But that bitch got me on the edge sonata trauma xD. I will marry a pianist just to touch me Apassionata.

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