Blacksmith Blues Song Novels & Stories

I bid farewell to their happy faces and that's how I'm going to remember them . • Now every Christmas, I sit near the fireplace with mom and dad. I wear the red bow with reindeers on it that gammy gave me on my last Christmas at their place; and I sing. I sing "Last Christmas" through the bottom of my heart and picture gammy and pappy's smiling face. I embrace what's good.

The air inside the lower forges was a sweltering suffocating wall of sulfur, coal smoke, and radiating thermal heat. Down here, deep within the subterranean roots of the Obsidian Hold, the rhythmic thud of heavy iron hammers striking anvils echoed like a frantic metallic heartbeat. But as Silas and I stepped off the stone lift, the sweating blacksmiths and forge masters immediately ceased their labor, dropping heavily to their knees on the soot-stained floor.

Sweat ran down the back of my neck. The blacksmith was completely bald, but with a huge walrus moustache. He wore a heavy leather apron that made him look like he had nothing on underneath. I desperately hoped that wasn’t the case. He ignored me and continued to bang away — Pang! Pang! Pang! — red sparks flying in every direction. The hammer could have been borrowed from Thor. He picked a glowing object off the anvil with large pincers and plunged it in a bucket of water. Steam shot into the air. “What is it?” he finally said without looking at me.

Somethings that include are hair dryers, grinders and crushers, mixers and some complicated machinery parts. There was a peculiar thing about the firm. People who work in Petnison Plugs are seldom seen wearing other color clothes at work than black. They wear white for gatherings and meetings. It was due to the preference of these colours by the founder. Mr. Bristor had been working there for almost a decade or more. A very kind-hearted, honest man, her father. Ida was ready to go to school. Mrs. Bristor went to work pretty early that day. She works in a beauty parlour on Edins lane by day and by evening she's a barista. She works hard to pay off all the loans.

"Miss, may you live a blessed, prosperous life. And may your ex rot in misery." "Wait—these aren’t regular bills. They’re glittering gold notes!" Max’s face turned an ugly shade of red as he watched the scene unfold.

CHAPTER 159 ~3RD PERSON'S POV~ Have you heard about the blacksmith? A man whose hammering echoes again and again in the deepest, darkest part of Mystic Meadow. His eyes were red as blood, and his face was permanently etched with anger. He is surrounded by darkness, hatred, pain, and a desire for revenge. The only light he sees every day is the light of the sparks that fly off the metal after each strike of his hammer. These sparks are the only beautiful things he owns; these sparks keep him from going insane, and these sparks remind him that one day he'll come for those who hurt him.

Silas scattered my ashes into the sea, and as they drifted into the depths of the sea, I felt my soul becoming lighter and lighter. I knew that I was about to leave. Suddenly, there was a yell behind me. "Silas!" Jasper was stumbling toward me, his eyes red. "What did you do? Did you scatter Amara's ashes into the sea? Did you?" Jasper was even thinner and weaker than he had been the last time I had seen him. He clearly did not have any energy. Silas punched Jasper and knocked him to the ground. "So what if I did? That was Amara's dying wish! Compared to staying with you, Amara wants freedom more!"

I gave him a small salute and a bright smile. Blaze introduced our next song. “This song is another one of Nick’s favorites. Mine too. Right now, this seems so fitting for the occasion. I couldn’t resist. Here we go!” Blaze played the first notes on the guitar. After five chords, I hit the hi-hat and started the difficult drum work for the song “Mr. Brightside.” Fortunately, it was one of my favorite pieces to play. I’ve played it plenty of times at Rhythemes. I got lost in the beat, I even forgot that I was wearing a skirt. Now I realized why Blaze asked the saleslady to give me a pair of shorts to wear under the dress. He did have this all planned out down to the smallest detail.

Tami's POV Gaurvi, Sri and I were sitting in her room when something hit the window. Gaurvi went to the window and smiled. We were about to ask her what happened when we heard someone singing a song. We saw Shlok ji standing there outside the window, with a guitar in hand and a heartfelt song on his lips, singing for her.

My elbows had scratches on them, even my knee was scratched, blood was oozing out uncontrollably. I sighed as i managed to clean the blood, wincing at the sting caused by the cold water. After a while i went back to the room and sat down at the corner, my ankle was numb with pain. I pulled my knee upto my chest and starting humming the tune of 'firestone'. I remember, Blake had told me it was his favorite song too. I miss him, i miss all of them. I miss the good old days. I started singing 'stressed out' in my head and smiled because i just continued the song from the line 'good old days'.