First light won’t you break?
Upon that crest and upon it’s wake
So that I might live to take
One last look at you.
Oh my love I’ve lost my way
Rudderless in the unknown depths
Bear me north and guide me on – home
Stars in the depths of space
Blue as far as the mind can face
Bear me not in your cold embrace.
Let me glimpse the dawn
All the love I had to give
All bound up in the murky mists of time
And when tomorrow comes I’ll be gone.
My heart sets its sights on you…
I’ve used creative license this week. The above lyrics are from a song I wrote called ‘North.’ If you’re so inclined to have a listen, here it is:
Written for: Friday Fictioneers
Into the fiery pit fell the fornicators; murderers, rogues and blasphemers, and as they frothed and flayed at the devils delight, Chris De Burgh began his song anew.
“The lady in red…”
Written for: Twittering Tales
For those of you of a funk / soul persuasion, I’ve written the theme tune to a fictional 70’s cop show. Listen to it here on Soundcloud (along with other folk and jazz concoctions):
BREACH ON THREE!
The siren spotted the sailor on the deck of his boat.
‘Look at that rippling torso,’ she sang. ‘It’ll be weeks before I need to eat again!’
Written for: Twittering Tales
2. Radioactive flan. Freak accident. FLAN MAN!
3. Selfie-stick laments enabling preaning douche…
4. Cockney bible offends ‘Crusty Buns’ (nuns)
5. Millipede copyrights trainers and becomes gazillionaire
7. Deaf Lepers form terrible tribute band
8. Edward trouser-press hands? No…Edward…
9. R Kelly’s final words: I believe (OR: Turns out R Kelly can’t fly)
10. Time-travelling pickpocket steals own wallet
12. With third helping Jagger finally satisfied
13. Wonderful news Bertie. Satan’s popping over!
14. Red-headed step child. The Prophecy!
15. Suicidal McDonald turns bun on himself…
Previous entries include:
6 Word Stories #1
6 Word Stories #2
…This is the guy I was telling you about. He’s here every Thursday, regular as clockwork.
…A decade maybe? Always with the second guitar in a case that he never opens.
…No, he sets it up next to the speaker and stands away from it.
…Mostly call and response songs. He calls and no one responds. You only get one side of the…
…I think her name is (or was) Maggie.
…Because for all his many tunes he always comes back to that name – ‘Maggie Mae’, ‘Maggie’s farm’, ‘Little Maggie.’
…I see her as an Irish tearaway – unmanageable fiery red hair, a checked dress, pale legs, plimsols…
…A voice that can find the harmony in any melody. We’ll make a tormented poet of you yet!
…What? And leave her guitar behind? No, I think the clues point towards something more…
…What’s wrong with a little morbid curiosity?
…By just looking at his face. Whoever and wherever she is, he finds her in the music…
Written for: Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers
…that the answer is always ‘YES.’ ‘No,’ closes doors and denies possibilities. The second rule is to build upon the original premise.
Rachel stormed into the theatre. ‘You and Simon are having and affair aren’t you?’
Guilty-as-sin though she was, Jenny’s instinct was to deny it, but rules were rules.
Hesitation caused the chorus line to finish her sentence. ‘…It’s the best sex they’ve ever had,’ whereupon they launching into a twenty-minute song and dance number whilst painting a giant mural on the stage floor depicting Jenny’s infidelity.
‘How do you think I should take my revenge? Torture?’
Written for / Picture by: Bikurgurl