Music drabble meme (S/F, of course)
So bob5fic posted this meme yesterday, and since I'd been battling a lot of writer's block myself lately, I thought following could be a fun and good idea. Here goes, then.
Rules:
1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it’s over. No lingering afterwards!
Do ten of these, then post them.
1. Telephone- Lady Gaga ft. Beyonce :|
Sorry, I cannot hear you, I'm kinda busy
K-kinda busy, k-kinda busy....
Her communicator beeped again.
Who the hell did he think he was, anyway?
She looked down and frowned as the quiet but shrill sound infested her ears like some kind of unwanted parasite. That was the fifth time in the past half an hour. It was annoying enough the first time, but now she wanted to chuck the goddamn thing across the room. Fuck him.
No, she wasn’t coming back to the ship. Not after that. And besides, it was her money, she could do whatever the hell she wanted with it. If she wanted to lose it all at this table right now, that was her business.
She lifted her eyes and focused on the poker game before her, resolving to completely ignore him once and for all.
2. Gimme More- Britney Spears I DID NOT PICK THIS SONG OKAY, SHUFFLE DID
You got me in a crazy position
If you're on a mission, you've got my permission...
She is barely aware of the cold metal against her back as he has her body pinned against the wall with his own.
Lips crashing. Hands everywhere. Everything blurred into a mass of awareness and unawareness so confused it barely even feels real. She can’t even remember how this began or why. But that hardly matters now.
His mouth leaves hers, and she suddenly feels cold and empty without it.
No, don’t stop. The only coherent thought she’s had in recent memory.
Her breath hitches as his lips find their way to her neck. Starting at the top, then slowly working their way down. And down. The chill in her spine runs parallel.
Never stop.
3. You Were Meant For Me- Jewel
I'm half alive but I feel mostly dead
I try and tell myself it'll be all right
I just shouldn't think anymore tonight
Everything reminds her of him.
The smoke rising from her cigarette during her solitary smokes. Jet’s unfortunately still very vegetarian bell peppers. (She could just hear his voice in her head, positively bitching about it.) Lazy, bored, broke afternoons, strangely empty without the shrill notes of the opening tune to Big Shot. The yellow couch.
Mostly the goddamn yellow couch.
Sometimes, she can’t stand the sight of the thing, going to painstaking effort to avoid the living room at all costs. Sometimes, she’s drawn to it, moth to nostalgic flame, resting her feet there after plodding through her days half aware while actively hating herself for her stupidity.
And sometimes, lying there with nothing but the gentle hum of the ceiling fan to keep her company, she’ll silently admit that she misses him.
4. Angel- Sarah McLachlan
And it’s hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
Oh beautiful release
Memory seeps from my veins
Let me be empty
And weightless and maybe
I’ll find some peace tonight...
Nights are the worst.
In days, she can distract herself with the stupid and mundane. Things like picking fights with Jet over trivial details just because she could, or throwing her share of a rare reward at some meaningless card game. Anything to make her feel something like her old self. Ignorant. Blissful.
But at night, there are no distractions. Just a dark room, a cracked ceiling above her, and memories playing on infinite loop behind her closed eyelids. Ghosts of now two lives, long gone. Haunting her, taunting her, no chance to run away.
She’d wanted it for so long. But the second hand dealt hadn’t been worth it.
5. Seven Months- Portishead
After all that I've seen
Quietly whisper
When my heart wants to scream
The words she could never say bubbled in her chest and threatened to explode out of her.
Blind panic clouded her judgment. She half felt like she wanted to scream. Something. Anything to make it stop. Anything to turn the tables of inevitability, to keep that back from turning away and exiting her life for good.
But they stuck in her throat and formed a lump that blocked everything.
Instead, they exploded in gunfire. One shot rang after the other, accomplishing what she herself could not, screaming, echoing a frenzied and deafening desperation that reverberated between walls and tore out her own heart.
6. Friends, Lovers, Or Nothing- John Mayer
Anything other than yes is no
Anything other than stay is go
Anything less than I love you is lying...
He almost perpetually annoyed the living shit out of her. That arrogance, the nonchalant attitude. The way he repeatedly tried to screw her out of simple necessities such as hot water and cigarettes, just because it amused him. The way he took up the whole damn couch every afternoon on purpose.
Selectively pushing her buttons, one by one. Always with that same smirk, irritating and smug.
She’d lost count of the number of times she wanted to punch the damn thing straight off his stupid face and see how he liked that.
But if she was being honest, she wouldn’t have it any other way.
If she said anything less than she loved him, she was lying.
7. Amsterdam- Coldplay
Come on, oh my star is fading
And I see no chance of release
The world was beginning to fade. His breaths became slow and infrequent.
He teetered on the edge of reality and non-reality, yet somehow felt more awake and aware than he could ever remember. Disappearing consciousness came with a paradoxical, unprecedented air of clarity in his senses.
His eyes turned skyward one last time to catch sight of a star in the distance, flickering its last light before finally giving out.
As his own life began to follow, he thought of one last thing. He thought of her. Not the one he expected. But the one he had left behind.
He’d never have time to figure that one out.
8. Slow Dancing in a Burning Room- John Mayer
We're going down
And you can see it too
We're going down
And you know that we're doomed
My dear, we're slow dancing in a burning room
They operated around each other in an elaborate game of pretend.
It came effortlessly. Pretending the constant back and forth was done out of nothing but boredom. Pretending the stinging comments from both sides never cut anywhere. Pretending the occasional sidelong glances, the brushing of fingers as the lighter passed between them, the small, rare moments of quiet understanding meant nothing at all.
Pretending they were merely comrades, more dysfunctional than functional, yet somehow still surviving. That any instance of even a single inkling of caring was born out of strange necessity.
This game would wear both of them down eventually.
9. The Truth- Kris Allen
While the floors underneath our feet are crumbling
The walls we built together tumbling
I still stand here holding up the roof
'Cause it's easier than telling the truth
They say nothing.
She’s caught here, in limbo, helpless to do anything but stand here. Helpless to stop her carefully constructed walls from crumbling straight before his oddly honest gaze, and cursing herself relentlessly for that.
His hand moves to cup her face, and brings it closer to his own. Breathing is something she long forgot how to do. Mere millimeters separate their lips, but they feel like light years.
It’s that point in the game where it’s all or nothing. She decides to throw in the entire lot, lunging forward slightly and closing in the last remaining gulf between them. The gamble pays off as he responds in kind, cashing all of his own chips in as well.
No words are needed.
10. Your Eyes- RENT
Your eyes
As we said our goodbyes
Can't get them out of my mind
And I find I can't hide
From your eyes
Look at my eyes.
Something inexplicable compelled her to obey. She stared into them like her life depended on it, knowing full well she’d probably never see them again.
What she saw there constantly remained in her mind, invading her waking moments as well as her dreams. Representing things never said and that never would be said. Things she wished she could have at the time, but was too paralyzed to do so.
Yet it had already been too late.
Rules:
1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it’s over. No lingering afterwards!
Do ten of these, then post them.
1. Telephone- Lady Gaga ft. Beyonce :|
Sorry, I cannot hear you, I'm kinda busy
K-kinda busy, k-kinda busy....
Her communicator beeped again.
Who the hell did he think he was, anyway?
She looked down and frowned as the quiet but shrill sound infested her ears like some kind of unwanted parasite. That was the fifth time in the past half an hour. It was annoying enough the first time, but now she wanted to chuck the goddamn thing across the room. Fuck him.
No, she wasn’t coming back to the ship. Not after that. And besides, it was her money, she could do whatever the hell she wanted with it. If she wanted to lose it all at this table right now, that was her business.
She lifted her eyes and focused on the poker game before her, resolving to completely ignore him once and for all.
2. Gimme More- Britney Spears I DID NOT PICK THIS SONG OKAY, SHUFFLE DID
You got me in a crazy position
If you're on a mission, you've got my permission...
She is barely aware of the cold metal against her back as he has her body pinned against the wall with his own.
Lips crashing. Hands everywhere. Everything blurred into a mass of awareness and unawareness so confused it barely even feels real. She can’t even remember how this began or why. But that hardly matters now.
His mouth leaves hers, and she suddenly feels cold and empty without it.
No, don’t stop. The only coherent thought she’s had in recent memory.
Her breath hitches as his lips find their way to her neck. Starting at the top, then slowly working their way down. And down. The chill in her spine runs parallel.
Never stop.
3. You Were Meant For Me- Jewel
I'm half alive but I feel mostly dead
I try and tell myself it'll be all right
I just shouldn't think anymore tonight
Everything reminds her of him.
The smoke rising from her cigarette during her solitary smokes. Jet’s unfortunately still very vegetarian bell peppers. (She could just hear his voice in her head, positively bitching about it.) Lazy, bored, broke afternoons, strangely empty without the shrill notes of the opening tune to Big Shot. The yellow couch.
Mostly the goddamn yellow couch.
Sometimes, she can’t stand the sight of the thing, going to painstaking effort to avoid the living room at all costs. Sometimes, she’s drawn to it, moth to nostalgic flame, resting her feet there after plodding through her days half aware while actively hating herself for her stupidity.
And sometimes, lying there with nothing but the gentle hum of the ceiling fan to keep her company, she’ll silently admit that she misses him.
4. Angel- Sarah McLachlan
And it’s hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
Oh beautiful release
Memory seeps from my veins
Let me be empty
And weightless and maybe
I’ll find some peace tonight...
Nights are the worst.
In days, she can distract herself with the stupid and mundane. Things like picking fights with Jet over trivial details just because she could, or throwing her share of a rare reward at some meaningless card game. Anything to make her feel something like her old self. Ignorant. Blissful.
But at night, there are no distractions. Just a dark room, a cracked ceiling above her, and memories playing on infinite loop behind her closed eyelids. Ghosts of now two lives, long gone. Haunting her, taunting her, no chance to run away.
She’d wanted it for so long. But the second hand dealt hadn’t been worth it.
5. Seven Months- Portishead
After all that I've seen
Quietly whisper
When my heart wants to scream
The words she could never say bubbled in her chest and threatened to explode out of her.
Blind panic clouded her judgment. She half felt like she wanted to scream. Something. Anything to make it stop. Anything to turn the tables of inevitability, to keep that back from turning away and exiting her life for good.
But they stuck in her throat and formed a lump that blocked everything.
Instead, they exploded in gunfire. One shot rang after the other, accomplishing what she herself could not, screaming, echoing a frenzied and deafening desperation that reverberated between walls and tore out her own heart.
6. Friends, Lovers, Or Nothing- John Mayer
Anything other than yes is no
Anything other than stay is go
Anything less than I love you is lying...
He almost perpetually annoyed the living shit out of her. That arrogance, the nonchalant attitude. The way he repeatedly tried to screw her out of simple necessities such as hot water and cigarettes, just because it amused him. The way he took up the whole damn couch every afternoon on purpose.
Selectively pushing her buttons, one by one. Always with that same smirk, irritating and smug.
She’d lost count of the number of times she wanted to punch the damn thing straight off his stupid face and see how he liked that.
But if she was being honest, she wouldn’t have it any other way.
If she said anything less than she loved him, she was lying.
7. Amsterdam- Coldplay
Come on, oh my star is fading
And I see no chance of release
The world was beginning to fade. His breaths became slow and infrequent.
He teetered on the edge of reality and non-reality, yet somehow felt more awake and aware than he could ever remember. Disappearing consciousness came with a paradoxical, unprecedented air of clarity in his senses.
His eyes turned skyward one last time to catch sight of a star in the distance, flickering its last light before finally giving out.
As his own life began to follow, he thought of one last thing. He thought of her. Not the one he expected. But the one he had left behind.
He’d never have time to figure that one out.
8. Slow Dancing in a Burning Room- John Mayer
We're going down
And you can see it too
We're going down
And you know that we're doomed
My dear, we're slow dancing in a burning room
They operated around each other in an elaborate game of pretend.
It came effortlessly. Pretending the constant back and forth was done out of nothing but boredom. Pretending the stinging comments from both sides never cut anywhere. Pretending the occasional sidelong glances, the brushing of fingers as the lighter passed between them, the small, rare moments of quiet understanding meant nothing at all.
Pretending they were merely comrades, more dysfunctional than functional, yet somehow still surviving. That any instance of even a single inkling of caring was born out of strange necessity.
This game would wear both of them down eventually.
9. The Truth- Kris Allen
While the floors underneath our feet are crumbling
The walls we built together tumbling
I still stand here holding up the roof
'Cause it's easier than telling the truth
They say nothing.
She’s caught here, in limbo, helpless to do anything but stand here. Helpless to stop her carefully constructed walls from crumbling straight before his oddly honest gaze, and cursing herself relentlessly for that.
His hand moves to cup her face, and brings it closer to his own. Breathing is something she long forgot how to do. Mere millimeters separate their lips, but they feel like light years.
It’s that point in the game where it’s all or nothing. She decides to throw in the entire lot, lunging forward slightly and closing in the last remaining gulf between them. The gamble pays off as he responds in kind, cashing all of his own chips in as well.
No words are needed.
10. Your Eyes- RENT
Your eyes
As we said our goodbyes
Can't get them out of my mind
And I find I can't hide
From your eyes
Look at my eyes.
Something inexplicable compelled her to obey. She stared into them like her life depended on it, knowing full well she’d probably never see them again.
What she saw there constantly remained in her mind, invading her waking moments as well as her dreams. Representing things never said and that never would be said. Things she wished she could have at the time, but was too paralyzed to do so.
Yet it had already been too late.