Music Meme for Writers Jan 7, 2009 16:44:23 GMT -5
Post by Livinia Lange on Jan 7, 2009 16:44:23 GMT -5
Meme For Writers
1. Pick a character, fandom, pairing, friendship, whatever.
2. Put on your music program on shuffle/random and start playing songs.
3. For each song, write something inspired by the song related to the theme you chose earlier. You only have the song length. No pre-planning and no writing after the song is over. No skipping songs either.
4. Do 10 songs and post. Make sure to include the song name/artist, song, couple or character, and how long it is.
World Spins Madly On
Fred and Liv
As she lies in soft sheets with sun rays caressing her pale skin, she thought of him. A gentle wonder of where he was and what he was doing. She felt guilty first of all. She felt guilty for leaving him there and the fight they’d had. She had been ignorant now that she could see it all before. Now that she could see what damage the HoV could do. They had left her standing there with no one while the whole world moved around her. He hadn’t. For that she curled into her herself, crying. He’d treated her well and she had treated him like that. For that she could just die. But she didn’t die. She just liked to pretend, letting the world spin madly on outside.
Shadow of the Day
Fred and Liv
She paces slowly over to the window, drawing it shut, locking it, and closing the curtains. So begins her exile. She needed time to think. To let other people find something new to gossip for a while. She steps away from the window to sit at her vanity. She moved to read the letter from her-well not hers, but she liked to think so- telling her not to go. She hadn’t really thought he’d cared enough about what happened to her. At the moment she didn’t really care. She liked reading how she shouldn’t let them control her like that and how she was so much more than them. How she could come back. A small smile pulls onto her lips and she sits there for a while staring at the white paper drenched in shadows. Maybe she would go back. Maybe not. Maybe she would get more letters. That she hoped for the most.
I Can’t Help Falling in Love with You
Fred and Liv
Slowly he takes her hand and pulls her into him softly moving with the cracking music coming from her old record player. She smiled, taking in the warmth of someone who cared. He had come all the way to her home to see if she was alright. That little move alone made her want to give her heart to him. She moves along with him, wondering if he’s feeling the same way about her. But eventually, she let her mind wander thinking just about how right this was. They were just right together. So this is love….
Fred and Liv
She felt a smile creep to her lips as she looked at his annoyed expression. He was currently driving for she had been banned from it for a while. But, she didn’t mind at the moment, she could muse about the little things that had happened this week. For example, the seventh year had gone through the Slytherin hallway clearly annoyed with everything that had been happening that week and almost walked by a bunch of roses set outside the door with an envelope with her name on the front in his scrawl and the chocolates and how she had found out he’d wanted to kiss her from day one. She was amused by all these little things he did and how it was little things like that and finding songs for one another that made up their relationship. Carefully she took his hand and his tried to hold his annoyed expression, but fails. Then she thinks of something, it’d been a game they’d been playing all week, trying to find songs that remind them of one another. Quickly she pulls a napkin from the dash and a pen from her purse and jots down “Our Song” by that American artist that looks like Hadyn.
Wes and Sofia
She’d said she wanted to be alone, and he agreed. So now he was sitting in the Quidditch stands going over their relationship and felt a pang of understanding go through him. She’d chosen Jon. That was all there was to it. He knew he wouldn’t win, but it still hurt. Seem to hurt him more than her. But, he was getting better. He hoped he was getting better. She was better. She was with the one she wanted. Even when she asks if he’s okay. He says he’s fine. He should say he will be. He’s got eternity to get over her. “It’ll get better won’t it, Prof?” he mutters to the Professor. The dog just lays his head on Wes’s leg. Maybe if she could move on then so could he. Each day was starting to get better.
I Hate Everything About You
Three Days Grace
Norma J. and Mordred
She growls after he leaves her bedroom. Another satisfied customer, she growls in her head. She throws things and tries to remind herself how much she hates him. But that doesn’t last for long. She doesn’t miss him. But she knows she can’t go on at the moment without him. She doesn’t understand why she likes him. (Love is a forbidden word) She is just drawn to him. He’s not one of the Gryffindors she usually picks. An ink well flew across the room and smashes into the fire. She needed to stop this. She couldn’t keep flocking to him. She wouldn’t allow herself to. This was demeaning, but as she slides to the floor in tears she knows she won’t be able to. She needs to have her heart ripped open. But that was what she wanted, right?
Frank and Nancy Sinatra
Wes and Sofia
Everything was so perfect. The night was warm, the music was good, they were both dressed well tonight, and she had chosen him. They were currently sitting there, her sipping a butterbeer and he can’t help but say it. “I Love You.” A cursed phrase. He sees it in her eyes that she hates that phrase. It means nothing to her. He immediately regretted that. He’d spoiled it all in those three little words. He knows she had heard it before from someone that didn’t and he had practiced so hard to say something clever. He felt like and idiot. But, he couldn’t help it. It was how he felt. Even if she wouldn’t say it back.
Fred and Liv
There was once a princess and a knight in shining armor.They’d met in a hallway, not a ballroom. But, that didn’t matter. She still had pleasant flashbacks of when they both did attend a ball and he had stolen her away for a while to talk and kiss and dance in the garden.
As their relationship progressed, her reputation failed. The knight was told that he shouldn’t speak to the exiled princess, but he wouldn’t listen. Late at night he snuck away to see her in her high towers. He threw rocks at her window and she’d let him in, thankful for someone with a pleasant face and a good heart for company. She just wanted to be alone with him. To many people were trying to tell her what to do and how to feel and how to handle her current situation.
She’d met with him far off where no scornful eyes could see. There they had vowed to be with each other no matter what. Eventually, the knight and the princess lived happily ever after.
Every Rose Has Its Thorn
Wes and Sofia
They were sitting next to each other, but they were both miles away from each other. They were both feeling hurt, but neither would say a word about that. Neither was saying a word at all. They’d always been better at other things than words anyway. The dawn burns his skin only slightly, but he doesn’t notice. He’s still mulling over his question he was going to ask.
“Do you really love him?”
“…..Yes…..Yes I do.”
“Then you should be with him.”
She leaves a few moments after that, telling that she’s sorry. Yeah, he was sorry too. He didn’t want her to love that other guy. But, he couldn’t change her feelings. The only thing he could feel right now was that thorn he’d pricked himself with when he decided to go after that rose named Sofia Flint.
Norma Jasper Black and Mordred Deadlocke
Current Mood: Pissed off.
Norma Jasper Black was in no mood for men. She was dressed in her finest bar outfit and ready for a fight with anyone that should so happen to come along. She’d really like to kill someone actually. She was alone after Mordred Fucking Deadlocke dumped her. She hated being dumped more than anything.
But, she was going to show him. She was going to his favorite bar, hopefully pick up a guy, maybe get into a fight and show him just how much she didn’t need him. She was NORMA JASPER BLACK! She could do anything she wanted. She didn’t need anyone. She was in her prime and she was going to make sure that everyone, especially that slime bag, knew it.
This is something I found on DevArt and decided to try it. Here's all mine. And I'm sorry Morgan for being so depressing during the Wes and Sofia songs. Please, don't feel guilty. It was hard and fun and I hope you all enjoy as much as I did.