Gypsy Road
“Living in the city,” Bo said, “can be a cold and lonely place to be.” He raised his massive woolly head and horns up past the windshield of the Cadillac…
For this challenge, I'd like you to take an idea or quote from your favorite song and develop it out into a short story. You must take the general concept of what the song is about and turn it into a story, or you must include a line from the song in your story, or both. you can let us know the song you used or keep us guessing, either way is fine. good luck!
“Living in the city,” Bo said, “can be a cold and lonely place to be.” He raised his massive woolly head and horns up past the windshield of the Cadillac…
Broken sobs escaped his lips as he collapsed to the floor. It felt like he’d been stabbed repeatedly in the chest. The man’s hands were slick with dark blood…
It had been a year since Kayla last used. Her eyes were brighter, her hair combed and her life on track. She answered phones with a professional voice, filed…
Different dimensions. Different eras. Different people. All still the same. Standing on the clifftops, listening to the sound of silence, as I hear your voice…
“You’ve got cucumbers on your eyes.” I snicker. “They’re supposed to help enhance my beauty.” She was nonchalant and a little irritated. “Well, can you stop…
She patted the bench next to her, inviting me. She had yarn on her lap and those young hands that knew twenty ways to kill went back to crocheting. The pink…
Oh how I had a crush on her. She was so cute. And seemed so together till they dragged her off for Treatment. I kept wanting to ask her out, but how? “When…
At the back of the classroom, Emmitt froze. He hadn’t realized the desk was so unstable. He didn’t think the teacher was watching. He hadn’t figured the log…
Ghosts haunt the corners of my old, dark house as I stare into my sink, where the silverwear swims with the sharks. Bats float like traffic in the rafters…
I awoke and was suddenly aware of the pillow, the sheets draped across me, and a quietly breathing form by my side. Departure forced its way into my mind…
The only thing left for free, Is a high right hand turn where you’ll see, The corner of 1st & 3. A woman shouts, “You lookin at me? Stop your glarin, I’m not…
The cold chill was dying her cheeks crimson. The wind blew her to the core, striking where she shivers most. She heard footsteps approaching and knew it was…
Too many dark Decembers have passed without my knowledge; uncounted Christmases and New Year’s Days spent trying to stay alive. Seven years of fighting have…
And I remember quiet evenings trembling close to you... It was still the greatest ever finishing line for a song. Ever. From the moment he’d heard Tom’s…
She awoke to dry tears and disappointment. With a reluctant, trembling breath, she choked on words she could almost say. She could hear him now, hear it all…