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Song: Untitled #4 by Sigur Ros
I'm sitting inside the car. It's old, from a time before mine. The windows are broken, the paint is gone, the wheels long dead. The snow is falling through the window, landing delicately on the broken shards of glass which rest on the ripped leather seat beside me. I listen to the silence. It's strong and absorbing. Turning my head, I glance out of the snowing window and stare at the infinite land of white. The ground is blinding, the sky is dull. They have switched places. I stare and I close my eyes, for they are of no use anymore. My skin is slowly becoming white, burning as it transforms. But soon I know that the pain will stop. Soon I will join the infinite whiteness, and I will be just another flake, falling from the heavens.
Wow this is really cool! I wanna try, but I'm scared I'll suck. LOL. :D Hmmm, I'm gonna think of what song I should do.
Baxter wrote: "This is the most awesome thing ever. You Jessika, are already my bro. I'll try this with a song I've never even heard before.Song: Untitled #4 by Sigur Ros
I'm sitting inside the car. It's ol..."
Thanks! My dad writes stories(he's my role model!) and showed this to me. I thought this was amazing and so fun and easy. And Oceanwaves, it's fine if you suck! That's what an exercise is for.
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Suddenly out of nowhere, an idea for a short story just hit me. Thank you Musical Emotion Exercise thread, you have helped me a great deal.
OMK! I'm so glad this exercise could help you! And yum... Apple cider.
Jessika wrote: "Baxter wrote: "This is the most awesome thing ever. You Jessika, are already my bro. I'll try this with a song I've never even heard before.Song: Untitled #4 by Sigur Ros
I'm sitting insid..."
Hehe, thanks. I'm still song hunting.
song "seasons" by the veer unionit was the changing of the season, i could tell as the wind hit my face as i ran from him. Who is he you ask, he is the evil of all evil, he is Davan. He killed all my friends, but i know i can beat him anyway. He's bigger but he can still be the easiest challenge in my life.
Song: Last Resort By: Papa RoachAs I held the knife in my trembling hand I thought why I was doing this. Anger, pain, jealousy, malice. "Mom won't care... She's too busy with prepping Kaitie... Dad's too drunk to notice." I said to myself as I pressed the knife to my skin. It hurt horribly but I kept digging the knife into my skin. Finally, I took the knife away from my skin and just watched the blood trickle down my arm. I heard my mom come upstairs and I quickly covered my arm with my blanket. Soon it will be more that a little cut... I thought as I heard my mom go into Kaitie's room.
But it fits the emotion of the song! That's the point.
Ooo this is really cool! I'll have to think of something now.
Hm. Most songs I like tell stories, so it's hard to be original...
It doesn't have to be a song you like...
I finally got one!Song: Crazy by Gnarls Barkley
The Psychiatrist, Nancy, showed me into her office. It seemed smaller than what I had expected. "Sit down," She murmered, gesturing toward the small couch. I moved toward it awkwardly, as if it could hurt me. Slowly, I dismiss my thoughts, and sit down of the left side of the sofa. "Now, Mira. What are you thinking about?" Her lips pursed together. Her eyes sharp, and accusing. I laughed quietly, not meeting her eyes. "What am I thinking? Everything." "Now you know that's not possible Mira. What one thing are you thinking about?" "About my father." My voice came out weak. "What about him?" "How he died for everyone here!" I screamed, rage, anger, depression, all in one. "He gave up his life, for some freaking country who doesn't even care!" I reached for the lamp, and threw it to the ground. The small shards of glass shimmering on my feet. I jumped from the sofa, and overturned her table, it falling to the floor with a thud. I collapsed to the ground, and sobbed. But, why? Why was no one there to comfort me?
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Song: A Necessary End by Saltillo
The theatre is dark. There are no walls, only black pits that lead to infinity. The curtains, blood read, box the dimly lit stage. Two figures, masked and broken stand.
"When beggar's die, there are no comets seen."
The figures freeze and the crowd of shadows weeps.
"When beggar's die, there are no comets seen."
The string begins to pull, a hand raises and falls. The shadows long and powerful reach out and become one with the crowd.
"When beggar's die, there are no comets seen."
A tear rolls out of the mask and the string is cut. The arms fall to the ground, limp. A trumpet in the background. The shadows fade out, only empty seats are the audience. The crackling of a fire. The mask twists, the mouth contorts into a smile. A light hits the stage, the strings are reattached. Suddenly it falls. A frown.
"When beggar's die, there are no comets seen."
The figures freeze, and the crowd weeps...
Holy cow........... That was............ Awesome............
Over My Head - The Fray
"I'm not going to let you mess up your life for me," I whispered, the sound coming out hoarse and dry.
"I'm not messing it up. You've made my life worth living."
"No," I shook my head in denial. I had let this go on for far too long. "You need to leave, before it's too late."
"It's already to late."
"Don't say that," My voice cracked as I strained it above a whisper. "I'm dying."
"I won't let you," he clutched my hand as if that simple action would somehow keep me tied to this earth.
"There's nothing you can do to stop it."
"I'm not going to let you mess up your life for me," I whispered, the sound coming out hoarse and dry.
"I'm not messing it up. You've made my life worth living."
"No," I shook my head in denial. I had let this go on for far too long. "You need to leave, before it's too late."
"It's already to late."
"Don't say that," My voice cracked as I strained it above a whisper. "I'm dying."
"I won't let you," he clutched my hand as if that simple action would somehow keep me tied to this earth.
"There's nothing you can do to stop it."
Baxter wrote: "This is one of the most stream of conciousness things I've written in awhile. Song: A Necessary End by Saltillo
The theatre is dark. There are no walls, only black pits that lead to infinity. ..."
OMG! That was awesome! It reminds me of when I was watching Scream 2, I think, with my mom, and the girl got stabbed in the bathroom, then she went to the theatre stage, and she died there.
Baxter wrote: "This is one of the most stream of conciousness things I've written in awhile.
Song: A Necessary End by Saltillo
The theatre is dark. There are no walls, only black pits that lead to infinity. ..."
Hehe! that was good...
Song: A Necessary End by Saltillo
The theatre is dark. There are no walls, only black pits that lead to infinity. ..."
Hehe! that was good...
For some reason this song made me think of memories...you know, like sort of bitter sweet.Song: Lisztomania - Phoenix
*THIS IS MATURE*
She laughed and smoke came from her mouth. She puffed her cigarette. "You ready?" She asked. He nodded. She took a final puff and popped in a mint. She leaned in and the only thing he could see was her eyes, deep and soulful. She licked his nose. He laughed and drew back. She brushed a lock of hair from his face and leaned in again. He closed the distance. Her tongue briefly traveled over his gums, and he tried to return the favor, his tongue exploring the roof of her mouth. She laughed and bit down on his tongue lightly. "That tickles." She whispered. He grabbed her shoulder and leaned into her. She retaliated and they moved as one.
If that was too mature I'm happy to remove it.
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Song: Lisztomania - Phoenix
She laughed and smoke came from her mouth. She puffed her cigarette. "You re..."
That was pretty great. Also, freaking love that song.
Riley wrote: "If that was too mature I'm happy to remove it."Maybe you should just put a warning at the top, just in case.
Baxter wrote: "Riley wrote: "For some reason this song made me think of memories...you know, like sort of bitter sweet.Song: Lisztomania - Phoenix
She laughed and smoke came from her mouth. She puffed her ciga..."
Thankies! My new fave as well!
Holly wrote: "Riley wrote: "If that was too mature I'm happy to remove it."Maybe you should just put a warning at the top, just in case."
K!
Riley wrote: "For some reason this song made me think of memories...you know, like sort of bitter sweet.
Song: Lisztomania - Phoenix
*THIS IS MATURE*
She laughed and smoke came from her mouth. She puffed he..."
That was pretty good. :)
Song: Lisztomania - Phoenix
*THIS IS MATURE*
She laughed and smoke came from her mouth. She puffed he..."
That was pretty good. :)
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Song: Hanging by a Moment by Lifehouse
That cascade of radiance dusted his dark hair with articles of colored light, stained from the windows above him. Shards like precious jewels and glass faded across his wings, in shades of emerald and sapphire, of silver and gold, of white and black. This new-found lighting left his face into shadows, shadows so dark she couldn’t see his eyes, couldn’t see any emotion on his face. Kierlan looked like exactly what he was; A fallen angel on the path of rightful vengeance—a warrior that traveled the bloodied path to hell. “I can’t do this, Kristin—I can’t be the person you want me to be.” He said in perfect clarity. She could find any response to speak, her voice caught in her throat and she watched with a sinking feeling as Kierlan turned her back on her and started to walk down the hall. Kristin could have gone after him—could have called out his name. But she didn’t. She didn’t do anything but watch him walk away, as a stranger in the shadows. Just before he was out of view, the black swords he wore upon a leather baldric fastened around his back, reflected in the light of dawn, reflecting thousands of jagged stars. Black starbursts of mirrored light.
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Song: Hanging by a Moment by Lifehouse
That cascade of radiance dusted his dark hair with articles of colored light, stained from the windows above h..."
Thanks! :D
Hey Jessika this topic is awesome! I was listening to Automatic by Tokio Hotel, and I thought of an awesome story idea!! Thanks!
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A two parter here. It started with "Times I Know You Will Be Sad" and ended with "Hyperborea". Both by Biosphere, and both songs that I have never heard before.
Everybody gathers round, comforted by the warmth of the burning fire. I smile at them, happier than I've ever been, as I throw the photos into the burning logs. Each time a black smoke erupts outward and stings my eyes. I shut them as hard as I can and feel water streaming down from them. Everybody laughs as it happens, grinning as they sit in their rocking chairs. I look around at all of them and let out a shout of joy.
The next photo is of all of us together in a row, each with an individually fake look about them. In the corner I can see the dog, its hair just starting to fall out. Suddenly the fire roars and burns my hand, threatening me. It is tossed in.
The rocking chairs stops rocking and everybody stops laughing. A frown, a glare, a shout. It is no longer an event of celebration. The fire reaches out to attack me again, and in an act of desperation throw the box in. Nothing exists in the room for a moment, only darkness. As reality makes its way back, I open the door and run into the snow, shards of ash leaving a trail of death behind me. The fire is alone now, slowly dying from the lack of food. And I am sitting in the whitened car, feeling the fire burn me from the ground.
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A two parter here. It started with "Times I Know You Will Be Sad" and ended with "Hyperborea". Both by Biosphere, and both songs t..."
Interesting o.o
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Song: Meant to Live by Switchfoot
The first thing she noticed was the grand-scale of the room. The royal furniture, and the grand piano positioned in the corner of the room. That’s what had captured her attention the most, was that elegant piano. Not because it was strictly noticeable, in fact it rather blended in with the rest of the room, the dark wood just seemingly melded with the dark violet curtains and the dark stone walls. It was an elegant instrument, but that’s not at all what caught her attention. Wasn’t the piano’s grace nor beauty, but it was the sound that came from it.
The sound and the one who crafted it.
Sitting at the piano-bench was a dark-haired boy, his black wings sprouting from his back; they curved elegantly around his shoulder in a fashion similar to that of a falcon. He was dressed in black Nephilim gear and brandished a number of weapons across the black leather baldric he wore. The firelight in the room cast shadows across his face, enlightening the scars across his neck and hands, the swirling slender runic symbols that were eternally branded there. His face was drawn into a mask of idleness; there was the indolent slouch in his shoulders that was always there.
His fingers were moving rapidly across the ivory of the piano, creating a soft tune into the air, it was a soft song that Kristin didn’t know. It reminded her of a falcon though. A falcon as it dove through the air, diving with talons and a hooked beak. But it slowly came to an end, a delicate end. It was almost a story, and Kristin felt as if she knew the ending. The falcon had lived as it should have—fierce and wild, beautiful and untamable but it died in the end. It fell as all creatures must, from its soaring flight, and for it was no fairytale, the falcon would not be reborn from its ashes like a phoenix.
The song ended sorrowfully and its musician looked up at last.
Kierlan’s silvery-blue eyes were unlike Kristin had ever seen them. Yes—they were still sadly emotionless, still monotone and unreachable, distant and inhumanly. But there was also something else in them, something Kristin could not name. It was something in them that finally made them appear human, down to earth. It was as if someone had finally captured the fire in them, caged it, and didn’t set it free again.
Kriss wrote: "Sorry... This one is kind of long:
Song: Meant to Live by Switchfoot
The first thing she noticed was the grand-scale of the room. The royal furniture, and the grand piano positioned in the co..."
That was good! :D
Song: Meant to Live by Switchfoot
The first thing she noticed was the grand-scale of the room. The royal furniture, and the grand piano positioned in the co..."
That was good! :D
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Song: Meant to Live by Switchfoot
The first thing she noticed was the grand-scale of the room. The royal furniture, and the grand piano positi..."
Thanks :D
Mandy wrote: "Over My Head - The Fray"I'm not going to let you mess up your life for me," I whispered, the sound coming out hoarse and dry.
"I'm not messing it up. You've made my life worth living."
"No," ..."
I'm so glad someone did one from the Fray! I can see how it matches (I'm listening to Over my Head right now)
I'm thinking about doing one of these...I always have made up stories in my head to go with the song, but I never know how to get them into words, you know?
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"I'm not going to let you mess up your life for me," I whispered, the sound coming out hoarse and dry.
"I'm not messing it up. You've made my life worth livin..."
Yeah... Usually I find a song that fits the part of my story though :)
Song: Ordinary World by Red (originally done by Duran Duran)It still hurt me. Despite the fact that it had been almost four years, the fact that he was gone was sometimes still as painful as it had been the moment if had happened.
It was Thursday, and it was raining. Pouring, in fact. The city was loud and crowded and I just trudged into my apartment trying to forget him. Trying to escape the ghost of him. When I entered, I turned on the lights and turned up the television loud, trying to drown out my thoughts, trying to have some normalcy.
Four years ago, today, my world had changed. But I had to learn to survive the change, and I knew I would, regardless of who would be there and who wouldn't. Though he was gone, I had to be strong. I couldn't cry for yesterday. I had to survive.
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It still hurt me. Despite the fact that it had been almost four years, the fact that he was gone was sometimes still as painful as it..."
Awesome :D
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And thus Vail stood his fingers clutching desperately at the violet katana in his right hand. The blade was pointed downward and coming from its point was the silver blood of immorality. The silver sheet almost ran to the hilt of the sword, and it splattered patters across the sodden earth as though it were a canvas for paint to be stroked across the emerald strands of grass that were, in places, drenched to the root with the blood of someone. Vail himself stood with numerous gashes on his arms and legs. There was a deadly slash ripped from his right shoulder across his chest to his hip, though it was not deadly. From it came a froth of his own silver blood that feel like a curtaining waterfall to the ground, splattering alongside the blood of Jeremiah.
And Vail stood a few feet away from Jeremiah’s crumbled form that was leaning against the side of the Institute, and where he slouched the blood that came from the slender gash that went through his front, all the way through his back was leaking blood. Smearing it across the white marble building behind him, and from the front the blood came forth and streaked across his chest like a river in the rain, but somehow Jeremiah was smiling—actually smiling. The grin was sad, filled with a desolate, empty humor, and Jeremiah lifted his eyes to Vail, they sparkled as though dewed with tears, despite the fact they weren’t.
Vail stood atop a crestfallen hill no more than ten feet away, his lips titled upwards in the faintest listing smile. He looked for all in the world to see, like an avenging angel sent to earth on orders to destroy those who had fulfilled a misdeed. His hair tumbled forth, casting ink-black shadows across the angular curve of his cheekbones, looking as if someone had stroked black paint across his well-defined face. His amethyst eyes shone almost wickedly and very softly he said to Jeremiah as he died, “So my friend,” The words were so soft that Jeremiah couldn’t have possibly heard him, but for an instant it almost appeared as though he did, with his emerald eyes shining so brightly. “What is it like to die?”
Kriss wrote: " Song: Get out Alive by Three Days Grace And thus Vail stood his fingers clutching desperately at the violet katana in his right hand. The blade was pointed downward and coming from its point ..."
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I think all of our NaNo's need to be edited xD Haha. We're writing so fast that we don't even notice errors!
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Song: Indestructable by Disturbed
"You can't win." The assasin said coolly as he threw the man across the office. The man -whose name was Tyler- coughed up some blood and asked, "Why? Why... Are you doing this?" The assasin scoffed. He looked around the room and replied, "Because I can and I'm getting paid for it." He started to walk towards Tyler. Tyler shuffled on the floor away from the assasin. "You'll never get the code!" He cried horsely. The assasin grabbed Tyler's neck and picked him up. "Oh yes I will... Now tell me the code."
See? Hopefully, you could feel the emotion in that paragraph.