Joshua Lunt
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Hello! I started getting into writing relatively recently, but I'm excited to share my work. I love reading and writing fiction and am inspired by authors like Brandon Sanderson and CS Lewis. I also love listening to music as well.
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In a Summer Haze
He left the party with a slight haze over his mind but was aware enough that he decided he could drive himself home. All went mostly well, with only a few swerves and over-braking or accelerating. He made sure he went under the speed limit and stopped at all the lights and stop signs because he knew that anything that went wrong would be his fault if he didn't.
By Joshua Lunt11 months ago in Fiction
An Audition for the Ages
As we sat down in the rows of chairs in front of where the judges were, (there was a tarp in between us and them so they wouldn’t see us) my heart began to beat a little bit faster. When they announced which scales we would have to play, I had a mini heart attack because I realized that I didn’t know one of the scales nearly as well as I did the other. I was able to quickly figure out the key signature, but that did not mean I would be able to play it well. My heart pounded faster as the first few people played. Soon enough, the person before me played, and I realized with horror that it was my turn. Sweat dripped down from my forehead, nearly missing my eye. I played shakily, and, inevitably, completely butchered that first scale. For the second scale, I played it much better than the first, but not as well as I had while practicing. I then played both etudes relatively well but knew that even just that one scale could prove to be my undoing.
By Joshua Lunt3 years ago in Journal
Broken, But Beautiful
I smile as I look over at my wife while we wash the dishes. We do have a dishwasher but decided early on that we would do them by hand once a week so we would have a dedicated time to talk and be together. After 10 years of marriage, it seems to be working. Samantha smiles back at me, humming a song to herself as she washes a plate, then places it in the other sink to get rinsed later. I chuckle softly as I pick up a bowl to wash it. I realize which one it is when I see the gold that weaves its way through the ceramic.
By Joshua Lunt4 years ago in Fiction
