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I Don’t Want to Talk

This piece was inspired by the first line of Abba’s “the winner takes it all”. I have used it as my starting off point but unlike the song, about seeing someone who has hurt you, my main character is the one who did the hurting. I hope you like it, and please feel free to comment weather you can relate, have praise or have constructive criticism 🙂  …

I don’t wanna talk about things we’ve gone through. I thought I did. I would rehearse with the version of you in my mind what I would say. I wanted to tell you everything; explain why I did what I did; apologize.

And now here I am face to face with you after so long. A chance encounter. My chance to talk and I’m struck dumb. Too chicken shit to finally have my say and ask for forgiveness. Caught off-guard, thinking you were out of my life, never to come back; the ghost of my mind out in the world for everybody to see. When our eyes meet, all I can do is smile sheepishly. I’m scared to confront our past. Everything I thought about saying, I don’t want to say anymore. I want you to know how sorry I am; that I’m ok and hope you are too, but I can’t bring myself to speak out loud. My rapidly beating heart turning my body weak as I stand and look at you. It’s all I can do.

I feel my present, dragging me away from you, my past. I walk away so freely but constantly looking back. It’s too easy to say nothing. And as I walk away, I secretly hope you will come after me, force me to confront you.

Maybe it is for the best that I walk away though, that the past stays in the past. I don’t want to relive it; I don’t want to talk about the things we have gone through.

 

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Day 30 – Not A Robot

Day 30 – Inspired by the lyrics “I’m not a robot”, by Marina and the Diamonds, I’ve created this little piece. It feels like it needs more description and detail, but as a piece of Flash Fiction, I think it works. Happy Reading…

Geena was overworked and underpaid. Spending her days running between meetings, updating reports, on the phone to numerous different people and then coming home to do housework and look after her kids, making sure they ate well and that they did their homework. She had no time at all for herself; she didn’t even have the time to think about herself and how she felt. She was on automatic drive from the moment she woke to the moment her head returned to the pillow. So when one day, she just stopped, she couldn’t do anything but burst into tears. Unexpected, uncontrollably heavy sobs burst out from her. One of her work colleagues tried to console her but Geena couldn’t speak, she didn’t even know why she was so emotional.

“Y’know Geena, you’re not a robot” uttered her colleague

And right then, Geena realised that life had to change. That she didn’t feel fulfilled anymore.

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24/365 – Answerphone Messages

Day 24 – Inspired by the lyrics of Bruce Springsteen’s Born to Run; hope you like it…

Artwork found online featuring springsteen and Clarence Clemons (RIP big man), representing the rock and roll lifestyle

Tramps like us, baby we were born to run. Rebels together, we’ll live how we wanna. No restraints, free to fly. I wanna drift through life from one town to another with you by my side. We’ll have little to no money at all but we’ll be happy, enjoying simple things that life has to offer. We’ll look for Elvis down aMemphisroad. We’ll make love under the stars. C’mon baby we’re outcasts, nobody’s gonna miss us. Let’s head down the open road and watch life unfold.

 Tara replayed his voicemail several times. She desperately wanted to go with him; go on an adventure and not worry about a thing. But in her hand she held the reason she couldn’t just drop everything and run. A pregnancy test. A positive pregnancy test.

 Tara was going to be a mommy and the guy on the other end of that voicemail was not the father. She wasn’t about to leave her husband for some toyboy and take his baby with her. Her mind was already made up and she was determined to make things work with her husband.

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18/365 – We’re Ok

Day 18 – A drabble (exactly 100 words) inspired by Gwen Stefani’s song, ‘I know we’re cool’, about being around an ex, which can sometimes be very awkward indeed…

They looked at each other awkwardly; they were bound to run into each other at some point but Sarah was taken by surprise. While Jack was saying hello to everybody, she just stared at him, as if he was some weird alien. What started out as a kiss between them turned into something good, then something complicated. They started talking as if nothing had happened and the awkwardness just faded away. They had been on one hell of a rollercoaster and after everything that went on they could still be friends. As Sarah left, she whispered “I’m glad we’re cool”

 

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16/365 – Unpretty

Day 16 – Inspired by the song Unpretty by TLC, this piece of flash fiction sees a girl getting worked up over a bully. I think it shows how fragile and emotional people can be and the emphasis on appearances that seems to inflict our society. I’ve left an open ending, letting you the reader come to your own conclusions about the girl’s actions.

How dare that bitch make me feel so damn unpretty! Ok so I’m not exactly the best looking girl in the world but there’s no need to put me down like that. This stupid bint comes along and squashes my self-esteem; it’s not like I have lots anyway. Eurgh that cow! I was feeling pretty good about myself then that bimbo comes along and with one flyaway remark my confidence just comes right down. That cow thinks that she’s all that; that she’s the fairest of them all. She needs to be taught a lesson she won’t forget. Let’s see how she likes it when people make her feel unpretty. They’ll all be pointing and staring at her no longer pretty face when I’m done with her.

 

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6/365 – Love the way you lie

Day 6 – inspired by the chorus of ‘Love the way you lie’, I imagined a scenario which would suitably fit in with the lyrics…

 

“Just gonna stand there, and watch me burn, that’s alright because I like the way it hurts. Just gonna stand there and hear me cry­­­­, it’s alright because I love the way you lie”

As she stood atop the castle at the Lickey Hills, watching dusk fall over Birmingham, those words sung over and over again in her head. She knew that he was coming after her; he would know to find her here. He couldn’t just leave her alone; he had to be there to watch her pain, to make sure his scar ran deep in her.

She knew it was all too good to be true, she’d been down that road before, and as she repeated those lyrics, singing softly to the breeze, she thought of herself as addicted to the pain; like she didn’t feel alive unless her soul was aching. Her friends had warned her that this guy was just like the last, that he would mess her around, but she didn’t listen, she thought it all cliché to be warned by your friends that some guy is bad for you; she wanted him. He reminded her a lot of her first love and in a way I suppose that’s what she wanted, her first love, but she couldn’t have him so this guy would have to do. But he wouldn’t do, he was a liar!

As he approached the castle, he could see her silhouette standing there; could see her standing there cross armed, looking out across the world. As he got closer to her, he could see her wipe a tear away with the sleeve of her jacket; she looked so vulnerable and child-like. She turned when he called her name, she went to shout at him, argue with him, call him all the names under the sun, but all she could do was look at him. He tried to talk to her but she wasn’t listening, she didn’t know what truth was anymore. It felt like he was just twisting the knife even more, causing more pain.

More tears made their way to her sleeves; she had always hated the thought of people seeing her cry but this time she didn’t care, she wanted him to see her tears, she wanted him to know that he was the bastard that caused her this pain, that like the song, she liked how it hurt, that like the song, she loved how he lied; she preferred the lies over the painful truth.

He stood staring at her, waiting for a response. She stood staring at his feet, not knowing what to say. The cool night air caused her to shiver. Taking a step towards him, everything that was building up inside of her, the hurt and humiliation, the anger, caused her to lash out.

Landing a strong right hook on his slightly crooked nose, she turned away from him, and took in one more glance of the city below, before walking away from him forever.

 

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