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50 Ficlets :-) Music Challenge!!!

2008-08-01T00:03:47Z

I finally hit 50 ficlets :-D

Time for a challenge!!!

The challenge is to write a ficlet based on a few lyrics from one of your favorite songs. In the title include the name of the song and singer/group.

Ex. Headlock, Imogen Heap

Good Luck!!!

Innocence

2008-07-28T03:40:25Z

Ignorance to the world are the roots on the roses of innocence.

It Begins...

2008-07-15T05:50:42Z

So she came across a new addiction.

Watching the crimson liquid flow, the high she felt from the loss of the blood. Marks all over her body like battle scars.

She wore long sleeve shirts and pants in the hottest of weather.

As she watched the thick liquid slide across her skin she thought of Anthony and everything she had lost. He was gone forever and she could never have him back. She’d lost all of her plans for her future.

They had been planning their wedding, it was to happen in October, only a few months after the accident had occurred. She had her many plans and clippings of what she wanted for the ceremony and reception lying on her dining room table when she got home from the hospital.

She was standing over the table, a drop of the deep red liquid fell from her wrist onto a clipping of the wedding dress she had been planning on buying at David’s Bridal the following weekend after that fateful night.

She cuts deep enough to see the flow but not to end it all.

Why Scream When No One Can Hear You?

2008-07-14T07:20:11Z

The ambulance arrived quickly. Anthony’s body was crushed and there was nothing they could do to save him. The only thing that was holding him together at all was the grill of the truck. He lay there dying as they lifted Niki onto the stretcher. She was awake, writhing in pain, screaming Anthony’s name. They rushed her to the hospital, she had glass from the windows impaled in her skin and and there were large gashes all over her body. Niki had lost a lot of blood and the doctors fought hard to save her.

She survived and it took months of recuperation for her to become physically her old self again. Her body lived, but she would never be the same after losing Stephen.

Let's Go For a Ride

2008-07-14T06:06:21Z

Anthony was the one driving. They had just left the party and had been drinking. He had two drinks but seemed good enough to drive, Niki had had one. They were approaching an intersection at the same time as a large truck was from the perpendicular street. The light was red.

Niki complained about the music that was playing so he took his eyes off the road to change the station for her.

They entered the intersection and the truck rammed into the drivers side of the car.

Balancing Act

2008-07-14T04:29:41Z

Life is a delicate balance. It takes a lot of work to keep everything from falling to the floor in a mess of broken dreams, broken hearts, and shattered remains.

Just when you think everything is going just right there always seems to be something that keeps you from enjoying what you have. Sometimes its a relationship problem, sometimes its a problem at work… but then other times its just a feeling you have. You can look at your life and see everything is right but you have a tinge in your heart that there is something off about it. Sometimes you know what it is and other times you don’t.

I don’t know what it is right now…

Tada!! (googler challenge)

2008-06-11T03:18:37Z

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Yup, thats right, the first thing that pops up when I type in my username is this site :-)

Picked Up

2008-06-08T06:22:35Z

One may ask, “Did he pick it up again?”

The answer, “No, he didn’t.”

Someone else found it, someone who knew how to repair the heart and care for it. He fixed the chips and the scratches, making it whole again. He protected it from the cold which seemed to have surrounded it for so long. They made new connections and new memories together.

And for once the heart felt safe.

Get Out!

2008-05-11T04:15:48Z

In her father’s drunk stumbling he loses his footing bringing Steven down with him. Steven struggles slightly to pull himself free and moves towards Brianna.

Brianna quickly escapes to the other side of the room, “Steven you should leave. Tyler would not appreciate your being here.”

Steven moves closer still, “You still love me, no matter how much you may deny it.”

“I’m not kidding, I will call the police if you do not leave my house.”

Brianna’s mother is heard coming down the hallway.

“Get out of here!” Brianna pushes Steven toward the window and he climbs out just before her mother enters the room.

“WHAT IS GOING ON IN HERE !?”

Her father lies passed out on the floor of her room.

Home

2008-05-10T04:43:22Z

Brianna pulls herself free from Tyler and comes home to find the usual scene.

Her father lies wasted in his favorite chair while her mother moves throughout the house torturing her fellow inhabitants.

Mom’s home… I should take the back way in.

Brianna climbs up the tree at the side of the house and drops down onto the roof. She slowly descends to the opposite side then in one swift movement pulls herself in through her bedroom window. She turns to find someone waiting for her.

In A Perfect World...

2008-05-10T04:32:39Z

There will be no…

pain
tears
death
violence
suffering
discrimination

Sadly this is not a perfect world and the innocent are forced to endure the pain of this world’s injustice.

You Should Go Home

2008-02-16T23:35:30Z

The water gently laps against the shore

“Theres a storm coming,” said Tyler, “you can’t stay out here forever.”

“I know, but a storm would be better than going home to that place.” said Brianna.

Tyler sits on the sand with her and wraps his arms around her. “You have to go home sometime, it will only be a little longer until you will be free of them.”

Brianna leans against him. “Yes, but in the mean time I’m still stuck living there.”

The End

2008-01-24T05:24:17Z

The woman screamed at Casey, “What are you doing out of your room!?!”

Casey tried to dodge the things the woman threw at her and dart out the doorway.

She almost made it but the woman lunged at her, grabbed her, and threw her against a wall. Casey slammed hard against it, hitting her head and bruising her left shoulder. While Case was still laying on the floor in pain the woman came over and began to repeatedly kick the girl.

When the woman finally stopped Casey had four broken ribs and was no longer breathing. The woman looked down at her child. “Casey, you did this to yourself by being such a bad girl.”

The woman left while Casey’s body still lay on the floor against the wall broken looking and bleeding.

She had killed her own daughter.

Freedom

2008-01-24T05:17:38Z

She began to work the paper clip in the lock. Suddenly she heard the click as the lock came undone. She turned the handle and slowly pushed the door open. She stuck her head out the crack and looked left then right. She did not see anyone.

Casey slowly went out the door into the hallway. Next she walked down the hallway and towards the door to escape from this horrible place. As she passed a doorway she glanced in and stopped in awe.

It was the kitchen and she could see food all around the room. She moved in quickly and started eating first Doritos and a granola bar. Then she had a bar of chocolate. She had never had anything that tasted so good. She could not believe how sweet chocolate was.

Then down the hallway there was a click of a door as the woman entered. She walked down the hallway and came into the kitchen to find Casey sitting on a stool eating.

Escape Plans

2008-01-24T05:08:27Z

When Casey was a little older than eight she began to think that maybe she could escape from the room. Get away to a place where the woman could not find her.

She began to plan different ways of escape and try them during the day while the woman was away. She could break the window and try to jump to the ground below, but she wasn’t getting the enough nutrients from what little food the woman was feeding her. She was frail and would get terribly hurt or even killed jumping from the second story. She could try to yell for help from the neighbors, however she did not speak good English and did not know what to say.

Finally, Casey had a brilliant idea. She could use a paper clip that she had found in the dirt on the floor of her room and try to pick the lock.

Casey was nine-years-old