Briefly… 100 Words Plus A Sentence

Wait… is this my first-ever 100 Word Song AND Master Class 2013 Mash Up?

Hot damn, I think it is. But you tell me – as I’d love to know if you’ve been paying attention. Lord knows I haven’t…

Anywho – I saw both challenges, and just knew that I had to make them work together (in part, because I had no earthly idea what to do with them individually!) I hope it worked out in the end. And I hope that you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.

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“Do-ya mind… iffff I play tha ukulele?”

He slurred it to no one in particular, as he sat alone, drunk on the park bench. While playing, some pigeons waddled over to inspect it, his efforts, that is. Finding his talent lacking (and he without bread), they went their way; wreaking a havoc different than his upon people simply trying to enjoy themselves – sans pigeons and the homeless.

But he was no mere homeless. No, He was the Savior. The Messiah. The King returned to His people.

Sadly, neither the people, nor the pigeons, nor even himself knew all that. And as such, the world just continued to tip.

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This week’s song was chosen by Deana: “Tight Rope” by Janelle Monae

And Prof “asked Lexy to choose any book and give me a 10:” from the 10th page of Terry Pratchett’s “Mort.”

There Is A Light That Never Goes Out…

Busy “move in to my new flat, try to rebuild a life in 48 hours or less” weekend left me no time to play pretend writer wannabe.

Sorry.

Here’s a picture instead.

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Briefly…

I am not going to even try to tell you otherwise – this one literally fell right out of my head, at almost 100 words exactly. If it’s good, it’s not because of any fine-tune crafting on my part. If it isn’t good, I apologize, but I saw in it a strange kind of beauty. One that I desired to share with you.

Here is this week’s 100 Word Song.

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She’d seen both mamusia and babcia stumble off, never to return. Tatuś and brat, she’d never seen again after the station.

She was now alone, confused as to why Yahweh would do this to her. How was survival worth anything, when stuck in this hell?

But then they came. They came, and the guards scurried like the cockroaches that they were. They came, and blew down the gates of hell with their big, beautiful machines.

As she accepted timidly the first food she’d had in months, she saw a bird, soaring carefree overhead. Yes, it alone knew how she felt.

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My apologies if I misspelled and/or used any of the Polish titles incorrectly.

This week’s song was chosen by one of my dear “Drag Mothers” (of the blog variety) k~, with “Feeling Good” by Nina Simone

Briefly…

I am always stunned when a given song used in this challenge, one that wouldn’t normally be to my liking, hits me like an inspirational brick to the noggin.

Hmm, I wonder if there’s a market out there for inspirational bricks…

Anywho, here’s this weeks 100 Word Song.

Please tell me what I did right… and what I did wrong!

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Had they lived in the 19th century, they would’ve been called pen pals.  Had they lived in the 19th century, they might’ve felt much more comfortable in their world.

Instead of pens however, they used keyboards. Instead of waiting anxiously for weeks, as letters – each sealed with a kiss – crossed over oceans wide; they waited equally so, as messages were delivered within minutes.

Daily she’d send him her countenance. Daily he’d try to swallow his shyness, and do likewise. Staring at her thumbnail perpetually, he’d long for the day that they would meet face-to-face, her smile radiant, finally before him.

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OK, I’m thinking it’s high time I grabbed a bunch of these 100 word nuggets, and fleshed therm out into actual story-like things. Do you agree, and if so, which would you choose?

This week’s song was chosen by Deb (please read her riveting “Vivid Black” series!): “Heavenly Day” by Patty Griffin

Briefly…

For those of you who follow my other blog as well, I swear this newish topic will not become “a thing.” The 100 words that appear below just happen to be where this week’s 100 Word Song prompt led me to, OK?

I hope you enjoy =)

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As he lay there dying, a tear came to Lou’s eye while remembering the pet-name he’d used. The idea that she was his “sweetheart,” now led him to wonder how he’d ever been so young, so naive.

That sort of thinking doesn’t keep love alive, and in the end she left him for another, a foreigner. Lou spent the rest of his years living on, but missing her often, and deeply.

So the hand that he’d dreamt would be holding his at this moment, was now happily living abroad. And with his last breath, Lou finally came to accept that.

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This week’s song was chosen by Carrie: “Ho Hey” by The Lumineers