Yeah, a short story with a few chapters. I do not have the best grammar though, neither do I have unlimited vocabulary. I have mediocre English, so to speak. Well, my love for writing is beyond words :)

The Last Concerto

Prologue
As he stood along the beautiful horizon of the orange beach, he reminisced about the burnt memories that were already swept away by the spiral cold waves. The sun was like a drop of vermillion. The sound of the waves were like a lullaby. There he stood, like a desolate soul searching for a ray of light or hope. He felt hollow and empty. They say, roses symbolize eternal love. Love used to be that unshakeable force of strength for some people to carry on despite the hurdles in life. Love is like a tiny leaf, even the lightest wisp of air could brush it away. Roses are not forever - they would somehow wither and die.

In the end, it all returns to nothing. When fear and grief dominate and take full control of your life, you bleed just to know you're alive.