Rock Concerts

I could hear the music from the Metallica concert quite well, even though the auditorium and my house were a few blocks away. My wood floor pounded the vibrations.

Silently, I cursed them and pulled my feet up onto the chair I was curled within. I stroked away the now pure white hair from my face and picked up the Bible from the floral patterned footstool. Flipping through the very thin pages, cover to cover, the bookmark slipped out.

Gripping the chain cross necklace in my cold, wrinkled hand, I memorized the book I was at and closed the Bible. I set it back on it’s proper place on the bookshelf beside me and sighed.

I could just feel the Evil surrounding my house, trying to break through the God-bound barrier keeping me safe and protected. Some, you know, believe rock music has the same sort of beats as those who chant to Satan. I, myself, have feared the stages surrounding my house that often have rock bands playing at.

I stood up and shuffled over to the grand piano, paying attention to the scuffling sound of my aged slippers against the wood instead of the song. Still holding the cross, I sat down on the bench and began mindlessly playing with my left hand.

Author's Note

Had to write a descriptive paragraph throught he point of a seventy year old grandma and another about a sixteen year old, both centering around a rock concert. I really like how this one turned out.

Review this fer me. ;D

Reviews

[K.M. Lucero]

This was a trip! I enjoyed it & thing it turned out wonderful!

[paparapapa]

It's really cool that you made this story with a grandma's POV. Awesome idea! ;)

[Ronn Michael Salinas]

she was feeling it! the spirit of Satan, the spirit of... lol Metallica's VERY safe lol