Flute Notes Novels & Stories

Ailina’s POV: Sitting in front of the computer and looking at the scene, I couldn’t help but laugh. At this moment Wolf took out a flute from his bag and blew it. All newbies in the game would be given a flute and a drum without any attributes or skills. Normally, people would throw them away early. I didn’t expect that he had kept the flute until now. It was indeed amusing to listen to the clear and melodious sound of the flute while watching the funny dance.

She wiped them away haphazardly with her arm. Her hand brushed against something. Sibyl was surprised; oh, she still had a golden flute! She could use the flute to contact Faye and warn her. However, at some point, the surface of the flute was covered in tiny cracks and could no longer be played.

The way you have to chose anyway, without knowing what the consequences will be, not knowing if it later pays you or not I sigh, and stare into the water. The waves are crashing the water disturbing it with a wave. I notice that in the last minute, the drummings and beatings has lowered. There's only the sound of someone playing a flute, the music is sluggish and melodious. It's interesting, and soothing. I close my eyes and listen in. Everyone is sitting on the field, still talking and making noises, though the sound of the flute somehow surpasses their chit-chat. I think the party is coming to an end, and everyone is just relaxed and letting their joy radiate all over.

And Evangeline… She lifted the flute. The first note she played this time was different. Not broken, nor wrong, it was a tremble, a vibration deep in the marrow — not sound but sensation. A breath exhaled through memory, not lungs. The riddle had spoken true. Wind forgotten. Breath remembered. The demons shrieked as a pulse of gold light erupted from the flute, driving them back momentarily. The melody twisted, strengthened, spun upward like a spiral of fire. Around her, the world became a symphony.

I waited for my heart rate to increase, I waited for the rush of adrenaline, I waited for the spike of excitement that driving at high speed promised but all I got was a sad, depressing feeling in my chest. “Disappointing,” I murmured. I switched on the radio, to distract myself from my thoughts. A calm instrumental was played on the station I was listening to. I listened to it and my lips curved on their own accord. “The flute. It's so relaxing.” The flute kept playing for about five minutes. I had already passed my house and was just driving but I didn't care. I needed it. The flute stopped playing for a while and the radio commentator’s voice filled my car, “That wonderful sound you just

“Then I’ll wait.” --- The first girl stepped forward. Blew. A squeak. The next fumbled halfway. The third choked on the first note. Alexander remained expressionless. --- Jessica approached. Her smile didn’t waver. She lifted the flute—the one Melodie had carved—and began to play. Note by note, it came to life. Almost. Almost perfect. But something was missing. That tremble. That breath. That warmth. Still, the court erupted in applause. Alexander stood slowly, eyes wide.

She has kept me waiting for how long now. "How about I play my flue first, and then you guess from the tune what it is?" she asked. I started to protest, but saw the playful mischief in her eyes and decided to play along, so I nodded. She got out her flute and started playing. It was a vibrant tune, full of breathtaking pitches and highs and lows. It was the first time I had ever heard her play like that. Her songs were usually the soulful type that pulled you right into her sorrows.

What was the source of that flute sound? Ryosuke became focused and alert. “Sky Dog will play the flute whenever he’s on a mission. This sound of the flute is a sign of his presence!” he whispered. Pisces asked, “Don’t ninjas mainly assassinate? Won’t playing the flute expose him?” Yes, that was against the identity and positioning of ninjas. Ryosuke could not figure it out either.

Kelvin had never run this quickly in his life before. He ran toward the source of the sound of the flute. A little girl was sitting on a tree nearby. She was holding a bamboo flute while swaying her legs. The soft waves of whispers from the flute were like a chant calling upon the demons.

Tyler walked slowly to the center, with his white shirt shining under the lights. As his hands trembled, Olivia whispered. “Calm down, T. We got this.” He blew into the flute. The first sound cracked and came out wrong. Then the entire hall went silent. “T, we don’t have time. We have only ten minutes,” Olivia whispered urgently. Tyler steadied himself and began again. This time, it came out clear and Olivia’s voice came after. The crowd cheered, and this motivated them. Olivia’s voice went higher and Tyler closed his eyes, blowing harder. He could tell that the crowd loved it.