Nilam's Listen and Write, Part 1

"I put my iTunes on shuffle and wrote a story based on whatever song that came on. When the song stopped, I stopped writing. Didn't edit the story except for typos and grammar mistakes, so these might be crap to you. Did it 5 times then I became tired and it became harder to do. lol. but hey, at least i tried :)" -Sindro




1.24-25, KoC

He whispers, “I love you,” I smile. I can feel his warm breathe on my ears, and the wind singing softly, took his words and breaths away from me.
I’m sitting alone in this beach, just like any other day with him. When the sun is about to set, we would sitting here together, holding hands.
Until we close our eyes, and never open it again.
And then we say good bye, first to each other, then to the rest of the world.


2.Stay Out of Trouble, KoC

“Hi…” she smiles, shyly. I just gave an exasperate sigh. I gave her her jacket, it’s really cold outside, took her hands, and we walk in silent.
Well, I walk in silent. She kept chanting, about everything, about her friends, about party she just attended, and mostly about Toby. How she decided she hates Toby now, because it turns out Toby like the movie SAW. She thinks only psycho can understand that movie.
She stops, just as sudden as her every move, as her every thoughts. We stand there, on the pavement, the snow falling over our heads, on her small shoulders, I try to brush it away, but I ended up put my hands on her shoulders and pulled her closer to me, then I kissed her lips.
“Let me be your flavor of the month.”

3.This Is That New Song, Badly Drawn Boy

I watched him play his violin in the usual corner. It’s been a month I pull this stalker mode. But I just can help it, the way he plays his violin is just too enchanting, I can’t hardly breath. The music is both sad and sweet, like a wind flowing silently above the river, try to talk to the water, who always seemed in hurry. Gosh, what was I thinking? I suddenly sound like a drunk poet.

4.Julia, The Beatles

We laugh, the cloud look like a bunny rabbit running, trying to catch the time. The wind is singing now, can you hear? That broken heart song people seemed very fond of. Hey look, the grass is dancing, it waves its hands, ups and down, ups and down.
Do grass even have hands?
How do I know? But they surely look like they have one now.
Look, look. You shout excitedly. Close your eyes. I close my eyes.
What did you see?
A parade.
I see carnivals. Carnivals of colors.
Green is fall in love with pink.
Wait, I thought he likes purple?
You thought wrong. Purple is with yellow.
It doesn’t make any sense, they will have a very ugly color children.
Nothing is making any sense.
Yeah, nothing is.