Today’s prompt from the 30 Day Writing Challenge is:
Pick the title of one of your favourite songs and write a piece about it. Give the lyrics meaning by creating a story for it.
This was sooooo hard, but I finally decided on…
Stay Together For The Kids by Blink 182 which is one of my favourites by them. I’ve always thought it sounds such a sad song and the moral of the story is that staying together for the sake of the kids isn’t always the best thing to do…
Its hard to wake up
When the shades have been pulled shut
This house is haunted
Its so pathetic
It makes no sense at all
Im ripe with things to say
The words rot and fall away
What stupid poem could fix this home
Id read it every day
So heres your holiday
Hope you enjoy it this time
You gave it all away
It was mine
So when youre dead and gone
Will you remember this night
Twenty years now lost
Its not right
Their anger hurts my ears
Been running strong for 7 years
Rather than fix the problems
They never solve them
It makes no sense at all
I see them everyday
We get along so why cant they
If this is what he wants
And this is what she wants
Then whys there so much pain
As the hammer drops from my hand onto the carpet I realise the cat has witnessed the whole frenzied scene. I reach out to stroke her black fur but she retreats and hisses. Looks like ive made an enemy. I dont blame her though, I wouldnt want blood on my head either.
Looking down at my mothers motionless body I realise that never again will I have to hear that pathetic wailing, the door slamming, and the shouting. Things should be nice and quiet from now on. I hope Dad will be happy, she was always picking on him, nagging and threatening to leave.
I look down at my hands, its like ive been sliding in a red oil slick, but when I rub them together I’m surprised that it just feels like water.
The pool under mums body is getting bigger and im starting to panic. What if Dad is angry? What will we tell the neighbours? Whos going to cook dinner tonight?
Dad will be home soon, I should clean up, at least wash my hands and change my clothes. I wish id asked her how to use the washing machine.
I run up to my bedroom and pulling at the zip step out of my grey skirt, I hate my school uniform. Mum said she would buy me another skirt today, so it looks like I’ll be wearing trousers tomorrow.
As I button up my jeans I hear Dads car pull onto the drive. Hes early, typical. I rush to the top of the stairs, but its too late, hes already in the hallway.
“Wheres your Mother Chloe?” Hes holding a big bunch of flowers. Why does he always feel the need to apologise?
“Shes in the kitchen Dad.”
I smile sweetly and then listen to his piercing screams.
And just I case you want to hear the song…
That was fun, I might do a few more 🙂
Have you ever used a song to inspire a story?