Sindrow's Listen & Write, part four

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. but hey, at least i try :)

1. Be My Honeypie – The Weepies

The way he dances makes me happy. It's like poetry, but the good kind. The kind that needs no pondering. The kind that makes no sense, but leaves you feeling everything.

And when he does his jumps I always forget that he'll always come back down.



2. Speechless – Lady Gaga

On the floor are broken glasses and leftover anger from last night's lapse. Also on the floor is blood and what's left of your life.

On the door, or rather, half way out the door, is myself, walking away with a newfound freedom. What did I tell you last night? Today will be a good day.


3. Hollaback Girl – Gwen Stefani

Almost half time, almost show time. But you're nervous. You're worried that you're not skin and bones enough and you've been worrying about the same thing for months now. So instead of warming up with the rest of the squad, you went back to the locker room. You know it would be empty and no one would hear you retch as you shove a dampened finger down your throat.

It's now one minute to halftime and you're out on the field getting ready. One of the girls asked you if you're okay and you answered that you, the captain of the cheerleading squad, is never not okay. But deep down inside you made a mental note to go into confessional come Sunday.


4. Will you Be There – michael jackson

The trip took longer than you expected. From the comfort of your big city lights you took a plane, then a jeep, then you pulled a face when your host told you you were going to have to walk to where you will be staying for the rest of your 3 months.

You were surrounded by so many beautiful things but all you could see was the sun, and all you could feel was regret. You didn't sign up for this when you listed your name in that volunteer sign up sheet. So by the time you finally got to your extremely humble bed, you cursed into the pillow and screamed before you surrendered to fatigue.

The next day, you groaned as you heard a knock on your door. You opened it to reveal a small boy, no bigger than your favorite nephew, holding a chicken, wearing a big grin on his face. With a broken English he tells you his name and shoves you the chicken. “Ayam,” he said, and you just learned your first Indonesian. And just like that, you finally forget about the blisters on the soles of your feet.