The wondrous world of an instrument

As my nerves tense , fingers crawling across the object. They feel a round pancake shaped living soul of a musician. The fingers then got caught in a snowball fight on the edge of the world. Then my fingers turned into a team of ants chopping at a log of wood. It feels like my fingers are on a skateboard then they fall off and slide down the special cement. The zero shaped thing is shaken I notice a key whacking the shape like it is a nail. The hammer was trying to make a new instrument. Then a sound comes ringing to my ears it reminds me of my heart racing when the circus was attempting a death defying trick.

By Harry

The Rattler

The object makes an annoying rattling sound. Strangely it says rhythm tech studios in big white letters. It's black with white tape. It feels smooth, cold and cracked. It's hard and scratched. It sounds like popcorn.

By Theo.

An Instrument With A Personality Of Its Own

Blood red and sea blue.

Scratched edges reveal a pure glistening white. 

Reflecting the light. 

A humped circle smooth to the touch. 

Sharp but clean, repeating or bouncy- A crab opening and shuting his nippers.

A tail of flaming red string. 

Soft and fluffy at the end. 

Rough throughout.

By Emalee

God's instrument by Jaime 2

It's creamy white skin was stretched tightly across the smooth wooden ring. The wand tapped and scraped until it sounded like the rain going pitter patter, pitter patter on a tin roof. It made the weather stop, it made the weather start, it made a thunderstorm go sweeping through an audiences heart. That object fell down in a whiteout, straight from the heavens. The THING was god's instrument. 

Ringing Bell

Cold shakes up my spine as I touch it.

Big lumps poking out.

A funny sound that makes me tingle and jump.

It is blue and silver.

A little circle inside a bigger circle.

You can see a reflection of yourself in the silver part.

By Jason

Strange Instrument By Jaime 1

Strange Instrument  By Jaime 1

I gripped the smooth carved handle.  I slid my hand up and down the instrument.  Part of the object was bumpy, it reminded me of the bumpiness of a road, at the end of journey.  The sound of it made me think of the jungle, all the tribe people banging and blowing in their instruments.  Bumpy, wooden, strange.

  

Sleigh bells by Conor

Smooth texture, small wood. Covered with dark blue paint to cover its body. Little, cold, metal balls, with even smaller baby ones inside. Shaking to make the sound of a reindeer in the sky, but when is still, it's as quiet as a mouse. When you start to shake it, it goes on forever.

By Conor