Story #9 - Last Song

The seed of this one hit me as I was listening to the radio. I know that there's 'virtually' unlimited variations of how music can sound, but imagine if it was finite. Since music is really something special amongst man, perhaps the end of everything begins with the last song? ;)

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One day, far into the future, there appeared a man who claimed he had the last song in the world. Most laughed and ignored him. Others jeered and taunted. However, his agenda wasn’t to gather followers. Satisfied that the very last person heard his claim, he sat down with man’s first instrument and began to sing. Around the world, people paused and strained their ears, wondering what it was they heard in the wind; What feeling was it they felt on their skin. As the final note rang, tears streamed down their smiling faces. They knew they were being called.

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