Handwritten Letters to the Devil. Zin
Читать онлайн.| Название | Handwritten Letters to the Devil |
|---|---|
| Автор произведения | Zin |
| Жанр | Классическая проза |
| Серия | Handwritten Letters to the Devil |
| Издательство | Классическая проза |
| Год выпуска | 0 |
| isbn | 9780985704797 |
Hand Written Letters to the Devil Experienced by Captain Aaron Kaes and ZiN
Created by
The Lady BellaDonna, Captain
Aaron Kaes, and ZiN
Handwritten Letters to the Devil
Copyright © 2013 by ZiN, The Lady Belladona, Captain Kaes. All Rights Reserved.
Graphics Design Copyright © 2013 by ZiN, The Lady Belladona, Captain Kaes. All Rights Reserved.
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Zaloli Media Entertainment, LLC
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
ISBN Paper Edition: 978-0-9857047-6-6
ISBN Hard Edition: 978-0-9857047-4-2
ISBN Electronic: 978-0-9857047-9-7
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Table of Contents
(Dedications)
Dedications from ZiN
To those who thought of me as unintelligent. To those who thought I could never be a writer. I’m an author now!
Dedications from Captain Aaron S. Kaes
To Mila Joe
Dedications from The Lady BellaDonna
For those that hesitate to make their own dreams come true . . . follow your own path and believe in yourself-make it happen.
(Beginning Quotes)
“I weep for you humanity, not for the things you have done, but for the things you could have done.”
-Captain Aaron S. Kaes-
“Dude, you can’t quit. It’s the Army. I don’t think they let you do that.”
-ZiN-
“The flames of life are yours to control, breath in deep and watch them grow.”
-The Lady BellaDonna-
Fate
I did not write this. You will never know who I am. I am simply the messenger.
I wish I wouldn’t have walked in there. I wish I wouldn’t have been drawn to that side of the room. I wish I wouldn’t have seen that piano. I can almost blame my parents for pushing me so hard into music. Or the antique store for not going through their merchandise before selling it. If only someone else had seen that piano before me. If only that piano wasn’t meant for me. If only what was inside, wasn’t meant for me to find.
It was a 1920’s player piano, and in bad shape at that. All the parts were there, but it was rough. But rough in a good way. The sound was good but out of tune, and there were some dead notes. I liked it immediately. A six pack for each of my friends secured it to my house, but it was up to me and me alone to bring this monster back to life.
I started with the pedals, which only needed to be reattached. Then the shelving was removed and refinished. Next the missing keys actually replaced with some cheap vinyl. Then, while trying to find out the cause for the dead notes, I found it. It was an old stained manila envelope. It had no markings what so ever, and looked like it had never been opened. I carefully pulled it out of the cavity, and turned it over in my hands. It felt thick, like there were a hundred or so pages that had been fused all together. I opened it carefully while secretly hoping for stacks of money to fall out of it, but only loose leaf paper did. The paper had writing on it, but most of it is so faded that you couldn’t make out what it said. I spent three days reading what