Writing Prompt

I’ve long been chased by violin

That shriek of brass, those tears of tin

That wretched bow and screaming string

That sound consuming everything

So when I hear that minor key

Begin to make it’s way to me

I know that they draw ever near

To take me far away from here...

Song

Gone wrong

Haunted

And hunted

Lyrics

That trigger

Negative feelings

Leave me

Reeling

With anger

And danger

Will result

If this song

Won’t

Stop...

A long bow drawn across the strings of a cello yet again. It seemed to replay, every night was the same. The ballrooms, the gaudy parties, it was all just too much....

I am haunted by the song Gobble Gobble by Matthew West.

I am a Christmas girl through and through. So much so that I hand out candy canes on Halloween.

Apparently a ghost wasn’t very happy about this. He said I shouldn’t celebrate Christmas before Halloween and Thanksgiving.

To that I said Thanksgiving dinner tastes the same if Christmas music is playing.

I suppose Gobble Gobble isn’t a bad song, ...

My mornings always go like this, and I hate it. I get up and dressed for work. Normal right? Well, in between getting dressed and driving to work, I listen to the radio. And, ALWAYS, the song on the radio goes like this… “never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down, never gonna run around and desert you….” So I simply just run over the radio several times. 🥰...

There is never one way to describe a song like there is never one way to describe what i’m feeling with her.

We use songs to control our feelings, as our feelings control our own. Some songs tell stories, beautiful love stories to depressing deaths of our loved ones. The emotion she put in my story, however, feels like a mix in between everything.

_What was once a beautiful harmony, sung togethe...

In my head,

A melody.

In this stead,

Unsteady.

In my heart,

A single note.

In this part,

I would have wrote.

In my soul,

A hymn,

Burnt to coal,

On a whim.

In my feet,

This dance.

Such a feat,

This grand romance.

…

🖤...

particular notices, stamped and plastered all over the walls of satia like a hungry man’s den silently weeping for more. this one wasn’t alive anymore, however, despite all of the phantoms roaming it’s hollow roofing. they create wind- rotten, musky wind. it’s no wonder the archaeologists of this day don’t dare step foot near these tall ruins.

perhaps it’s just kayaras’ wondrous imagination, or ...

I’m haunted by song,

It is so very wrong!

It’s not helping at all,

I want to fall!

Oh…oh oh oh oh I’m being haunted by song!...

"_In the pines, in the pines _

_Where the sun never shines-_

_I slept last night_

_In the pines. "_

These words Connory pondered as he stood beneath the weeping snow, in the shivering place where the boughs were bone, and the moon shone round and full, cascading down the branches and lighting the leaves and silver coppice with a softness sure as spring. It was a cool night. The stars were c...