This is a flash fiction challenge (stories in 100-175 words or less) and each story should have a beginning, a middle, and an end. Therefore, no serial (continuation) stories. They become too complicated for our readers.
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Story one: Musical Ashes
I was so excited for the concert. I practiced every spare moment leading up to it. I practised so often that my flatmates started hiding my guitars.
As my solo spot began I completely froze. No notes flowed from my mind to my fingers, no soul drenched notes drifted from my guitar to the audience. Just a complete and utterly defeated silence filled the spot.
A band mate covered for me and the concert continued while I hid in our changing area. I spoke not a word on the trip home. I went up to my bedroom and gathered all my guitars together and strode silently but aggressively to the b.b.q. pit in the back.
I got a great blaze going and then one by one I fed my guitars into the ravenous fire. I watched each guitar get consumed in the red flames until my guitars, like my music dreams, were just ashes blowing away in the night breeze.
(Body of story: 149 words)
Story two: Hell fire
So this is my hell! Well the specific version that I am condemned to.
There sits my beloved guitar in all its glory and I cannot touch it without getting burnt.
Not quite what I thought hell was going to be!
I thought I would be eternally burning. I had accepted this as my punishment for the way I lived my life but no. My Hell is not being able to play my guitar.
I just want to play once more and have my spirits lifted in the joyous music. It is truly hell that I will never do so again.
(Body of story: 101 words)