Here we are once more. I haven't done any creative writing in a while. So I hope you enjoy.
Remember that these are raw drafts. They have not been edited apart from spelling and grammar. Listen to the songs they are inspired by as it may make more sense.
The title of this blog is a lyric from the song Immortals by Fall Out Boy
Shall we crack on?
This is inspired by the song Jack Lintel by Bellowhead.
It came on shuffle as I was working Yashka this morning and I just had this scene in my head.
She stood nervously on the side-lines,
Shaking fingers twisting the satin of her dress
Bottom lip caught between her teeth
As she watched a flurry of dresses
A mass of bodies
Dancing around the room
All lost in the music
The soft rhythm bouncing off the walls
Her eyes flickered over the group before her
The ladies in their finery
The gentlemen in their best
She shifted on her feet
Butterflies fluttering in her stomach
The dance would be over soon
And another would begin
Would she asked to dance
This time, after standing on the edge
For what seemed like hours
The dancers slowed down
Then bowed to one another respectively
Eyes flashed in the candlelight
Simmering jewellery caught the flickering flames
The song ended
She shuffled to one side
As people moved in waves around the room
Her heart swelled
As the first notes were played
She knew this time well
In the blink of an eye
She was on the dance floor
Passed between men
And dancing alongside ladies
As the violins echoed around the room
Colours flashed before her eyes
As the song played on
Her feet moved automatically
She knew the routine well
The drums mirrored her beating heart
As gentlemen held her close and passed her into another
There were no wrong steps
No person out of time
She smiled to herself
As the song came to an end
She curtsied to the gentleman opposite
Her cheeks flushed
And her heart thumping against her chest
She turned on her heel
Mind fixed on finding herself a drink
When a hand grasped her arm
She paused for a moment
Before raising her eyes
And meeting grey ones
"May I have this dance, My Lady?"
He inclined his head
Letting black hair fall into his eyes
She smiled at him
"You may, My Lord"
This is inspired by the song Eulogy by Frank Turner. There is some swearing in this song so just be warned in case you give it a listen.
He sat there
Nails digging into his skin
As the conversation carried on around him
Their words floated above his head
He swallowed thickly
The tie around his throat squeezing the air from his lungs
He stared at the portfolio in front of him
The numbers and words mixing as one on the page
His bosses’ voice rumbled on
The shuffle of paper
And clicking of pens
And squeaking of chairs
Rising to his feet
He gripped the table for support
"Is there something you want to contribute, Waller?"
The threat didn't work anymore
Jay raised his head
Took his colleagues gawping faces in
His boss stood rigid
Hands clenched by his sides
Jay pushed his chair back
Sweeping from the silent room
He slammed the door behind him
His head held high
And a bright smile on his lips
As he collecting his belongings
And strode out into the sunshine
This is inspired by the song In the Sun by Joseph Arthur.
It was starting to rain.
Jamie lifted her head up
And glared at the thickening cloud
As if scowling would make them disperse
It seemed right in a way
That they day was so miserable and grey
It mirrored that day ten years ago
She could still remember the weather
Funny how you remember the little things
It rained then too
She remembered kneeling in the road
Tears and rain as one
The gravel and tarmac under her hands
As she scrambled for purchase on the ground
Something to keep her grounded
Something to distract her from the flames
From the smell of burning rubber
And the taste of metallic in the air
And wrapped her arms around her chest
She could remember it clear as day
She knew Christine was dead
She had seen it with her own eyes
So why was the ambulance trying to reassure her?
It was a waste of time
She knew in her heart
Jamie was the only one who survived
The other driver died too
She had fallen from the mangled car just in time
That's what the police told her
Five more seconds and she would have been dead
How had it been ten years?
And slowly raised herself to her feet
She gripped her cane tightly.
As she wobbled over to Christine's grave
She never had got used to wearing a prosthetic,
The doctors said she would get used to it
It would just take time
Jamie chuckled softly
As raindrops fell from the sky
It was a great healer
That's what Christine used to say
"I'll tell you otherwise when I see you, Chrissie,"
Jamie laid the bouquet down carefully
Then rested her hand on the stone
"I'll see you soon,"
This is inspired by the song War by Poets of the Fall
Fire pounded in his veins
His breathing irregular and laboured
Enough was enough
This had gone too far
"What’s the matter, Brad? Too scared?"
He clenched his hands
Eyes fixed on the man in front of him
"He hasn't got the balls"
Then tightened his hold on the knife
It burned in his hand
"Just like his mum,"
John continued with a laugh
"Too weak to defend herself"
Bradly took a step forward
"Too thick to fight,"
His feet moving on their own accord
"Maybe that's why she got sectioned, to get away from him!"
A gasp of pain
Bradley thrust the knife deeper
He could feel warmth on his hand
Hands scrambled on his shirt
Shouting, swearing, crying
And pounding feet
"Too weak, am I?"
As he twisted the knife and let go
John fell to the pavement
Strangled screams ringing in his ears.
He wiped his hands on his shirt.
He kicked the body by his feet
A smile on his face
His head snapping up from its place on the table
"Have you been there all night?"
Bradley blinked sluggishly
"Christ, you're getting worse,"
He stared at the blurry outline of his brother
"Get up, you lazy sod,"
And he was alone once more
Easing his aching body up,
What kind of dream was that?
How much had he been drinking last night?
If his head was anything to go by,
He must have drunk the entire bar
Bradley winced and rubbed his eyes
Then slowly lowered his hands
Eyes fixed on his skin
It can't be
I'll leave you with this quote.
“When you’re a kid, they tell you it’s all… Grow up, get a job, get married, get a house, have a kid, and that’s it. But the truth is, the world is so much stranger than that. It’s so much darker. And so much madder. And so much better.”— Elton Pope, Doctor Who, Season 2, Episode 10.
Until the next time.