Is it worth the risk? Is it worth the heartache?
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just_3_apples because I like writing, fuck, I LOVE writing and I never do it anymore. Okay, no, It's the Kafka complete, I like the product of my writings. The actual writing is insipid and painful and gouging eyes out tiresome. But, when I finish (which I barely ever do), I'm happy.
put your iTunes on shuffle, and write a drabble based on each of the first ten songs that play. Don’t linger when the song is over, this is an exercise.
Artist: Deadsy
Song: Brand New Love
She lay on the grass outside her room, having climbed through the window. Her parents wouldn't know for hours, she thought, she could just go. Everything she wanted was out there But she couldn't move. The grey sky muddled her daydreams. She would give anything just to be able to get up and run.
Get up and run.
She couldn't expect him to be there, like he said he would. He would run away with her. The car had a full tank, his car; she had paid for it.
She had a hundred and fifteen dollars in her pocket, her life savings. She had on her favorite shirt. Her favorite bra, her favorite necklace. She hadn't packed - she just picked out her favorites.
But was he her favorite? Was he everything she could live for?
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Artist: The Police
Song: Truth Hits Everybody
The mirror was perfect. It was cloudy and small and circular; it was just what a mirror in a bathroom in a bar was supposed to be. She giggled into the mirror, her face haloed in a fog of wear on the glass surface.
She turned around and looked at the two bathroom stalls. They were perfect as well. One just larger than the other with heavy wooden doors. Neither of the locks worked properly. Neither toilet worked properly.
"What the hell are you smiling about?"
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Artist: Simon & Garfunkel
Song: Mrs. Robinson
"So, umm, I was wondering, what's the likelyhood of you buying me a drink tonight?" he asked brashly.
"And here I thought the men did the buying..." she snickered into her gin and tonic, stirring it with it's thin plastic straw.
"Ah, but isn't that how you know?" he smirked. The bartender stood between them on the opposite side of the bar. It was an empty night. His time spend washing used glasses, he stood waiting for her next drink.
"Know what?" she asked, taking a slurping gulp of the remainder of her drink.
"Know that you're wanted. You gotta buy 'em a drink."
She smiled coyly, "Well, of course, but that doesn't mean I'm going to fall right there...just because you bought be a drink...."
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Artist: The Cramps
Song: Oowee Baby
He stood in the bathroom, unable to look at his reflection. He felt sickened. He felt like everything he'd ever done to push her away was a fabrication. And now he wanted her to stay, he wanted her to be there and never leave until she understood how badly he needed her - but he couldn't. She couldn't.
She had trusted him, she had opened herself to him and let him know she was tired and didn't need someone to hold her. She told him that, and then she recovered. That's how she put it, and then, she'd gone and found somebody else. Someone who makes her smile like that, like how he used to. He couldn't contain himself.
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Artist: The Ataris
Song: San Dimas High School Football Rules
The field was dark at night. She hadn't been back here since her senior year of high school.
"LEVI? Where the hell did you go?"
Her eyes weren't adjusting, she couldn't see where she was going.
"Tommy?! Karen? Where the fuck is everyone?!" She shouted, no one responding.
"Jesus...what's going on...." she whispered to herself.
The cold dark suddenly scattered, the game lights flooding the field.
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Artist: Green Day
Song: Sick of Me
"Get the fuck out," she told her. She had a calm collected demeanor, simply stating her wish for the girl who had so openly defiled the boy's house.
"Why the fuck should I?" The girl stammered back. The beer and Jager had caught up about an hour before.
"I'll take you home, but you need to leave. That's that. You're done here."
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Artist: Oingo Boingo
Song: Same Man I Was Before
He looked down at his hands as they withered into nothing. They didnt disappear, but his skin leathered and tightened - sticking itself actively to his bones. The smell which erupted from the dying flesh haunted his nostrils. The boned hands quivered, and his whole body began to quake. He could feel the implosion, just has his hands has felt before they has so quickly decayed.
He limped into the bathroom, his back pressed against the door, he clutched his stomach as he felt it collapse in on itself.
His cheeks pulled down over his ridged bones. He creaked like a door of a haunted house as the flesh sqeaked into place.
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Artist: The Sex Pistols
Song: Liar
"How boring," she said, her head cupped in her hand; she waved her other hand towards the group standing before her, "Please leave now."
The group looked confused. They all held her photograph, a ticket stub, a magazine featuring her pushed up breasts and full lips.
"Did I stutter, children? You bore me, get out," she said simply. She didn't even look at them.
"Bitch," one of the girls said under her breath.
This is fun, but I ran out of time. Only seven. I gotta get to class!
just_3_apples because I like writing, fuck, I LOVE writing and I never do it anymore. Okay, no, It's the Kafka complete, I like the product of my writings. The actual writing is insipid and painful and gouging eyes out tiresome. But, when I finish (which I barely ever do), I'm happy.
put your iTunes on shuffle, and write a drabble based on each of the first ten songs that play. Don’t linger when the song is over, this is an exercise.
Artist: Deadsy
Song: Brand New Love
She lay on the grass outside her room, having climbed through the window. Her parents wouldn't know for hours, she thought, she could just go. Everything she wanted was out there But she couldn't move. The grey sky muddled her daydreams. She would give anything just to be able to get up and run.
Get up and run.
She couldn't expect him to be there, like he said he would. He would run away with her. The car had a full tank, his car; she had paid for it.
She had a hundred and fifteen dollars in her pocket, her life savings. She had on her favorite shirt. Her favorite bra, her favorite necklace. She hadn't packed - she just picked out her favorites.
But was he her favorite? Was he everything she could live for?
_____________
Artist: The Police
Song: Truth Hits Everybody
The mirror was perfect. It was cloudy and small and circular; it was just what a mirror in a bathroom in a bar was supposed to be. She giggled into the mirror, her face haloed in a fog of wear on the glass surface.
She turned around and looked at the two bathroom stalls. They were perfect as well. One just larger than the other with heavy wooden doors. Neither of the locks worked properly. Neither toilet worked properly.
"What the hell are you smiling about?"
____________
Artist: Simon & Garfunkel
Song: Mrs. Robinson
"So, umm, I was wondering, what's the likelyhood of you buying me a drink tonight?" he asked brashly.
"And here I thought the men did the buying..." she snickered into her gin and tonic, stirring it with it's thin plastic straw.
"Ah, but isn't that how you know?" he smirked. The bartender stood between them on the opposite side of the bar. It was an empty night. His time spend washing used glasses, he stood waiting for her next drink.
"Know what?" she asked, taking a slurping gulp of the remainder of her drink.
"Know that you're wanted. You gotta buy 'em a drink."
She smiled coyly, "Well, of course, but that doesn't mean I'm going to fall right there...just because you bought be a drink...."
____________
Artist: The Cramps
Song: Oowee Baby
He stood in the bathroom, unable to look at his reflection. He felt sickened. He felt like everything he'd ever done to push her away was a fabrication. And now he wanted her to stay, he wanted her to be there and never leave until she understood how badly he needed her - but he couldn't. She couldn't.
She had trusted him, she had opened herself to him and let him know she was tired and didn't need someone to hold her. She told him that, and then she recovered. That's how she put it, and then, she'd gone and found somebody else. Someone who makes her smile like that, like how he used to. He couldn't contain himself.
____________
Artist: The Ataris
Song: San Dimas High School Football Rules
The field was dark at night. She hadn't been back here since her senior year of high school.
"LEVI? Where the hell did you go?"
Her eyes weren't adjusting, she couldn't see where she was going.
"Tommy?! Karen? Where the fuck is everyone?!" She shouted, no one responding.
"Jesus...what's going on...." she whispered to herself.
The cold dark suddenly scattered, the game lights flooding the field.
____________
Artist: Green Day
Song: Sick of Me
"Get the fuck out," she told her. She had a calm collected demeanor, simply stating her wish for the girl who had so openly defiled the boy's house.
"Why the fuck should I?" The girl stammered back. The beer and Jager had caught up about an hour before.
"I'll take you home, but you need to leave. That's that. You're done here."
___________
Artist: Oingo Boingo
Song: Same Man I Was Before
He looked down at his hands as they withered into nothing. They didnt disappear, but his skin leathered and tightened - sticking itself actively to his bones. The smell which erupted from the dying flesh haunted his nostrils. The boned hands quivered, and his whole body began to quake. He could feel the implosion, just has his hands has felt before they has so quickly decayed.
He limped into the bathroom, his back pressed against the door, he clutched his stomach as he felt it collapse in on itself.
His cheeks pulled down over his ridged bones. He creaked like a door of a haunted house as the flesh sqeaked into place.
_________
Artist: The Sex Pistols
Song: Liar
"How boring," she said, her head cupped in her hand; she waved her other hand towards the group standing before her, "Please leave now."
The group looked confused. They all held her photograph, a ticket stub, a magazine featuring her pushed up breasts and full lips.
"Did I stutter, children? You bore me, get out," she said simply. She didn't even look at them.
"Bitch," one of the girls said under her breath.
This is fun, but I ran out of time. Only seven. I gotta get to class!