The following are a collection of drabbles that I like to term, stream of consciousness. There is no real plot to them, I free wrote these pieces whilst listening to the songs they are inspired by. These are raw drafts, they have not been edited. For me, a stream of consciousness isn’t supposed to make sense. They are meant to be the characters immediate thoughts, feelings and ideas about a certain situation.
Please listen to the songs for each piece. It will make much more sense if you listen to the song first, then read the piece. They are all stand alone pieces.
Just a little stream of consciousness inspired by the song My Tyrant by Felix Hagan and the Family.
You can do anything you want,
I promise I won’t break.
No matter what you do.
You will never discourage me,
You will never break my heart.
And I mean nothing.
Will ever stop me from loving you.
Or acers of woodland
Or fields of grass.
Or twisted words.
I will always return to you.
I am yours to keep.
I will not break,
I will not crumble.
I will remain at your side.
Until the end of days.
This is a stream of consciousness inspired by the song Holes by Passenger.
Until you don’t have anything to your name,
You don’t know what life is really like.
It’s easy to miss something
When it’s gone for good
When there no way of getting it back.
Then you regret not doing more.
Not fighting hard enough,
Not being able to hang on,
Even if it was by the skin of your teeth.
But there are times,
When you’ll be glad to get rid of it
Of that person who drove you crazy
Of that ring that was thrown back in your face.
They say if it’s out of sight,
Then it’s out of mind.
Sometimes we will not miss it,
That person or that object.
We’ll forget in the blink of an eye.
And remember years down the line.
We are all missing pieces of the puzzle.
There’s always one clue unsolved.
One riddle unanswered.
The quicker you realize that’s life,
The faster you can move on.
This stream of consciousness is inspired by the song Shake It Out by Florence and The Machine, specifically the lyric it’s always darkest before the dawn.
Emily looked up.
She blinked her vision clear,
And left the drying tears on her cheeks.
The ground felt cold and unyielding.
The stone wall dug into her back.
Her fingers clutched her dead phone,
She tried to move her joints.
It hurt to move,
She could no longer feel the cold,
She could no longer feel the bite of the wind.
Emily blinked again.
A clock chimed in the distance,
Its bells ringing out the hour.
She frowned deeply.
And tried to sit up.
A heavy sigh left her lips
Thick tears cascaded down her cheeks.
Raising her head,
The first rays of sun peeped out
From behind the trees in the courtyard.
The beginning of a new day.
“Are you alright?”
Emily looked to her left.
Her clouded eyes met a familiar face.
She shook her head,
Words trapped in her throat.
He smiled brightly,
The sun rose further
And lit his tired face.
He held a hand out.
“Come on love,” he said.
“Let’s get you home.”
And took her husbands’ hand.
This stream of consciousness is inspired by the song At Least I’m Not As Sad (As I Used To Be) by fun.
The girl in the mirror stared.
Jade pushed the hair out of her eyes,
She sighed quietly.
Running her fingers over her shirt,
Smoothing out invisible creases.
She leaned close to the glass,
The other girl leaned too.
She rubbed her eye,
Removing an eyelash from her cheek.
She leaned back,
The other girl copied.
Jade smiled carefully,
Then her face fell.
Her fingers reached up to her hair,
Checking the clip was in place,
For the tenth time that hour.
She turned to the side,
Then faced the mirror properly.
The girl in the mirror scowled.
Jade hid her face in her hands.
She wasn’t ready for this,
Maybe she should cancel.
Was it too late?
Jade eyed the mirror.
A hurried knock on the door.
“Jade! He’s here!”
Frozen in time.
She closed her eyes,
Gripped the porcelain bowl tightly.
And took a deep breath.
She could do this.
She was a new person.
She wasn’t like what she used to be.
Jade smiled at the mirror.
The girl smiled back.