Sonnnng...
What this is about.
Anyway, anyone who's been reading my writing for any length of time pretty much knows there's no happy ending.... not for me anyway.
Reference? Please? *sigh* My geekery knows no bounds.
"It's not all "roses" like your momma said,
We're not spoon fed anymore.
So you gonna tell, all our kids I was an "accident,"
Ironic, true, but that's the way you act, when you're upset, so let's take this outside."
This was not the wedding where he saw himself as the groom.
The women walking down the aisle was not the women he would have thought he’d be marrying.
No, that women was sitting several feet away looking incredibly bored.
But she wasn’t his bride and he was, unfortunately, the groom.
He wondered vaguely where everything had gone wrong while the wedding march played and the minister spoke. Had they had problems before he left? He could hardly remember anymore.
He’d loved her.
He still did.
So why in the world had he just said
“I do,”?
"Some people swore they saw the devil.
While most prayed they wouldn't last a winter.
It was a black wedding, your girl has blessings all around,"
Monday, December 6, 2010
Sunday, December 5, 2010
5. Inside My Head
Song.
“My boyfriend used my palm, as an ashtray,
And that was on his good days’
They hardly knew one another. Not until that last year of school.
So it was silly that they bonded so quickly.
He was the only one that tried to help her. The only one that mentioned the bruises. The only one who did something about them.
She wasn’t the type to just bring someone home.
But she’d known the minute he’d vowed no one would touch her again, That he was the one she wanted to be with.
Forever.
The knowledge she lacked however, were his mutual feelings on the matter.
Watching from afar was getting boring.
“He got inside my bed,
He’s sleeping in my head,
He’s got hold of my hand...”
“My boyfriend used my palm, as an ashtray,
And that was on his good days’
They hardly knew one another. Not until that last year of school.
So it was silly that they bonded so quickly.
He was the only one that tried to help her. The only one that mentioned the bruises. The only one who did something about them.
She wasn’t the type to just bring someone home.
But she’d known the minute he’d vowed no one would touch her again, That he was the one she wanted to be with.
Forever.
The knowledge she lacked however, were his mutual feelings on the matter.
Watching from afar was getting boring.
“He got inside my bed,
He’s sleeping in my head,
He’s got hold of my hand...”
Saturday, December 4, 2010
4. Are There Giants Too, In The Dance?
Song. ^.^
It was harder. After she left. The abandonment had been shocking. Although, he had yet to reason what he had expected. She was a free spirit.
And with his scars, he was anything but free.
For the first few weeks home, with her, he’d found them easier to deal with.
The dreams.
The shell shock was real and terrifying.
She’d given him a sense of comfort.
Hell, the only reason he’d made it home was because not seeing her again was simply not an option.
But he was alone now, just dreams and thoughts of dead friends.
“You've got to learn to act like God.
You rule the world.
You give the word
and if someone should fall behind
just let their suffering slip your mind.”
It was harder. After she left. The abandonment had been shocking. Although, he had yet to reason what he had expected. She was a free spirit.
And with his scars, he was anything but free.
For the first few weeks home, with her, he’d found them easier to deal with.
The dreams.
The shell shock was real and terrifying.
She’d given him a sense of comfort.
Hell, the only reason he’d made it home was because not seeing her again was simply not an option.
But he was alone now, just dreams and thoughts of dead friends.
“You've got to learn to act like God.
You rule the world.
You give the word
and if someone should fall behind
just let their suffering slip your mind.”
Friday, December 3, 2010
3. What If.
Annnnnnd....#3.
Song.
“What if you
Counting on my failure
Made me live?”
“You’re a student, they won’t make you go,” She said looking at him as if he was stupid.
“But I want to go, I’m signing up,” He was surprised that she didn’t understand.
“You’re the kind of guy that shoots himself cleaning his own gun,”
"I'll learn, I want to do this,"
She scoffed at him.
"But it'd be nice knowing I have someone to come back to. Will you wait?"
The silence was short.
"Do I have a choice?"
He smiled then. Knowing it was as close to a yes as he'd ever get.
“But these soles
Can fight the ocean waves
Dirty Laundry and
World War Two,”
Song.
“What if you
Counting on my failure
Made me live?”
“You’re a student, they won’t make you go,” She said looking at him as if he was stupid.
“But I want to go, I’m signing up,” He was surprised that she didn’t understand.
“You’re the kind of guy that shoots himself cleaning his own gun,”
"I'll learn, I want to do this,"
She scoffed at him.
"But it'd be nice knowing I have someone to come back to. Will you wait?"
The silence was short.
"Do I have a choice?"
He smiled then. Knowing it was as close to a yes as he'd ever get.
“But these soles
Can fight the ocean waves
Dirty Laundry and
World War Two,”
Thursday, December 2, 2010
2. Hug me.
Because I couldn't write a happy ending to save my own life.
Song is....Here.
Explanation on these Drabbles...?
Enjoy.
<3
Dommers.
“By the way,
I never really liked your hands on me
Never liked your ideas of
What is beautiful,
Or real
Or truly holy”
“It’s hardly the homecoming I was expecting,” She said, leaning against the porch railing.
“Well what did you expect?” He snapped, anger that she’d shown up acting as if nothing had happened. “You can’t say you’re surprised,”
She shrugged in an uncaring manner. “I was only gone a year,”
“A years a long time,”
“I know, I waited almost three for you,”
He was silent, and began to look uncomfortable.
She rolled her eyes before turning and walking away, but not before calling out:
“Imagine how you would have felt coming home to find me engaged?”
“And I must say, you've thrown your apathy away.
Grown back into your diapers.
Will you die first,
Before you admit the truth?”
Song is....Here.
Explanation on these Drabbles...?
Enjoy.
<3
Dommers.
“By the way,
I never really liked your hands on me
Never liked your ideas of
What is beautiful,
Or real
Or truly holy”
“It’s hardly the homecoming I was expecting,” She said, leaning against the porch railing.
“Well what did you expect?” He snapped, anger that she’d shown up acting as if nothing had happened. “You can’t say you’re surprised,”
She shrugged in an uncaring manner. “I was only gone a year,”
“A years a long time,”
“I know, I waited almost three for you,”
He was silent, and began to look uncomfortable.
She rolled her eyes before turning and walking away, but not before calling out:
“Imagine how you would have felt coming home to find me engaged?”
“And I must say, you've thrown your apathy away.
Grown back into your diapers.
Will you die first,
Before you admit the truth?”
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
1. Going Away
Song is here.
“Finally it’s my time to be lonely,
lost,
unloved,
and I can’t wait.”
“You don’t ask someone to marry you like that,” She was fuming, alone.
He was just back, practically right off the boat. What right did he have to go and propose like that?
She was special, and she knew it. She needed to travel, wander, to live.
Who said she wanted to settle down anyway? Just because he was ready didn’t mean she was.
She wasn’t sure if she wanted to settle down. Ever.
Besides, If the boy had any sense he’d wait for her to figure it out.
Just like she’d waited for him.
“I said,
“Come on.
I’ve thought it over.
I don’t want to die here.
I’ve no desire to get married.”
“Finally it’s my time to be lonely,
lost,
unloved,
and I can’t wait.”
“You don’t ask someone to marry you like that,” She was fuming, alone.
He was just back, practically right off the boat. What right did he have to go and propose like that?
She was special, and she knew it. She needed to travel, wander, to live.
Who said she wanted to settle down anyway? Just because he was ready didn’t mean she was.
She wasn’t sure if she wanted to settle down. Ever.
Besides, If the boy had any sense he’d wait for her to figure it out.
Just like she’d waited for him.
“I said,
“Come on.
I’ve thought it over.
I don’t want to die here.
I’ve no desire to get married.”
Drabbles.
For those of you who read this blog. My friends who know me, my stalkers who used too, and the three random people from Germany (WTF) some of you may know I dabble in fictional writing as well as a steady stream of popular fanfiction.
Anyway, after taking a wonderful writing course recently, I’ve been getting seriously into writing again. Around this time, a fellow author from a fiction-sharing site I frequent posted a challenge.
The challenge was as follows:
“Alright, pick your favorite album or band and write a drabble for each song. You can only listen to that one song while you write, but you can repeat the song as many times as you need to. The drabbles can be on just one album or all of one band's albums. They can have any characters, any themes, any pairings. No hold barred!
GO!”
For those of you unawares, Drabble is a word often misused in the writing industry as “A short work of fiction,” In all actuality, a Drabble is a story that must be EXACTLY 100 words in length. Not 99. Not 101. 100. This is especially difficult for writers like me who spend most of their time on descriptions. This also makes for lengthly re-wording and editing.
So, here we go. I’ve started my Drabble challenge with Meg & Dia’s album Here, here and here.
So for the next 13 days I’ll be posting a Drabble a day. The Drabbles are in order of song placement on the album, not plot time line. So things may be a bit confusing. But that’s part of the fun. I’ll get around to posting the actual plot time line so you can go back and Re-Read them in correct order.
Anyway, the Drabbles are all connected, following a un-known time line between two main characters sometime during the 1930’s-40’s-50’s? (Even I don’t know!) Someone asked me recently to try my hand at romance again, so here I am.
As always, everything but the lyrics (Plot, characters, quotes) are copy written by me and the voices in my head.
Enjoy!
-Brianna
P.S. Because these are so easy to read (i.e. Short) and my first real attempt at romance in quite some time I would appreciate comments/reviews of them. *cough* Cookies for commenters...?
Anyway, after taking a wonderful writing course recently, I’ve been getting seriously into writing again. Around this time, a fellow author from a fiction-sharing site I frequent posted a challenge.
The challenge was as follows:
“Alright, pick your favorite album or band and write a drabble for each song. You can only listen to that one song while you write, but you can repeat the song as many times as you need to. The drabbles can be on just one album or all of one band's albums. They can have any characters, any themes, any pairings. No hold barred!
GO!”
For those of you unawares, Drabble is a word often misused in the writing industry as “A short work of fiction,” In all actuality, a Drabble is a story that must be EXACTLY 100 words in length. Not 99. Not 101. 100. This is especially difficult for writers like me who spend most of their time on descriptions. This also makes for lengthly re-wording and editing.
So, here we go. I’ve started my Drabble challenge with Meg & Dia’s album Here, here and here.
So for the next 13 days I’ll be posting a Drabble a day. The Drabbles are in order of song placement on the album, not plot time line. So things may be a bit confusing. But that’s part of the fun. I’ll get around to posting the actual plot time line so you can go back and Re-Read them in correct order.
Anyway, the Drabbles are all connected, following a un-known time line between two main characters sometime during the 1930’s-40’s-50’s? (Even I don’t know!) Someone asked me recently to try my hand at romance again, so here I am.
As always, everything but the lyrics (Plot, characters, quotes) are copy written by me and the voices in my head.
Enjoy!
-Brianna
P.S. Because these are so easy to read (i.e. Short) and my first real attempt at romance in quite some time I would appreciate comments/reviews of them. *cough* Cookies for commenters...?
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