#SongLyricSunday: “I Wish I Wasn’t” – Heather Headley #musicchallenge

This week’s prompt for Helen’s #SongLyricSunday Challenge is “Falling“.

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Falling, falling and falling again is a bad, bad, bad thing to do when it’s for someone that we should never give a second and third chance to because we know better…but we do it anyways.

When you touch me my heart melts
(And anything you did wrong I forgive) Yeah, yeah
So you play me and take advantage
Of the love that I feel for you
Why you wanna hurt me so bad
I believed in you that’s why I’m so mad
Now I’m drowning in disappointment
And it’s hard for me to even look at you
(partial lyrics)
Songwriters: James Harris Iii / James Wright / James Quenton Wright / James Samuel Iii Harris / Terry Lewis
I Wish I Wasn’t lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

Disclaimer: I have no copyrights to the song and/or video and/or hyperlinks to songs and/or videos and/or gifs above. No copyright infringement intended.

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Song Lyric Sunday Theme for 12/10/17

The snow is falling as I type so it’s quite fitting that this week’s Song Lyric Sunday Theme is “Falling”. Come one, come all and participate strong with this week prompt!
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This Thing Called Life One Word at a Time

There’s nothing like coming to the end of a week and realizing you still have way more work in front of you than hours in the day.  Which, of course, means that you work late on Friday and go in on Saturday morning, just to feel like you have some breathing room.  I really love what I do, but right now, it’s pretty stressful and I’m hoping when the holidays come, I’ll be able to enjoy them completely.

None of that really has anything to do with the theme this week; and I honestly can’t think of a neat little segue into it, so I guess I’ll just get right to it.

Our theme for Song Lyric Sunday this week is “falling”.  

As always, you can go your own way and post a song that has nothing to do with the prompt.  We’re all here sharing our love…

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Please Share the #LyricalFictionFriday Challenge!

Hey Lovelies!

As many of you already know, I absolutely adore using music lyrics as inspiration for fiction.

And that’s the reason why I would love to grow my #LyricalFiction Friday Challenge by trying to get it listed on WordPress on their “Events: The Daily Post” page.

But before I can, I would need to have more participation.

So on this Saturday, this is my Call-To-Action to you:

Could you please reblog/share today’s post on your social media platforms to help me JUMP-START this project?

Below is the link to the challenge Page with upcoming prompts so that you have them in ADVANCE if you want to get the create juices flowing. And if you don’t have time to write something new, feel free to repurpose or share something you have already written that fits the bill.

I would love to see you participate!

Lyrical Fiction Friday Challenge Page

Thanks in advance for sharing this post far and wide!

M xoxo

“When The One You’re With Is Not The One You Really Want” #lyricalfictionfriday #fictionfriday #holidayshortfiction

*Christmas-flavored short fiction*

This was written for yesterday’s #LyricalFictionFridayChallenge

Photo credit: Foter.com

When I finally navigated through the gaggle of Christmas shoppers and icy sidewalk patches, Monique had disappeared into the crowd.

Then I noticed a coffee shop across the way and instinctively knew that is where she had gone. Before I could think twice, I made my way through their doors and found her sitting alone at a corner table sipping on an iced tea with her holiday themed bags scattered at her feet. I never understood how Monique could enjoy iced tea instead of hot chocolate on subzero days but it was one of the quirks I loved about her.

I slid into the seat in front of her and extended my hand to touch hers. She quickly hid them under the table.

“You have to stop this. We have to stop this. It makes no sense to be falling for me,” Monique sighed loudly. Frustration overwhelmed her face as she put her tea to her lips but didn’t take a sip.

“You know that we can’t stop. Why haven’t you been texting or calling me back?”

“Trying to remain friends is not going to work…”

“Monique, don’t say that…”

“Look, there is just too much history between us. We can’t be “just friends”. We both need to move on and get back to our real lives. You’ve got her and I’ve got him so we shouldn’t be calling. Harry is my husband and I plan on keeping it that way.”

Monique was visibility upset and my heart hurt just looking at her drowning in denial.

“I don’t have her anymore. Because of you, I let her go. I love you and you love me. That will never change.”

“None of that matters now. Harry is a good man who loves me. You and I could never make it work. Unlike you, I’m not sure what I feel for you. And even if I did love you, it would cause me nothing but pain and complications that I don’t need in my life right now!”

Monique’s words were like a slap to my face, which was already flushed with shame. She turned her head and stared out the window at the falling snow, refusing to look at me.

I pushed away from the coffee table, stood up and stared down at her.

“So that’s it? You’re dismissing me just like that Monique?”

“It’s for the best Rebecca…for all involved.”

Monique’s eyes were full of lies and the fact that she called me “Rebecca” instead of “Becky” irritated the hell out of me.

“Wow! Just…wow! And to think that I would rather have had bad times with you than have good times with anyone else in this world…But I’m done trying to convince you of what you already know to be true. Eventually you won’t be able to deny who you are and what you are. And when you realize that the one you’re with is not the one you really want, it will be too late. Tell Harry I said Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

I turned on my heels on Monique and stormed out the coffee shop before my tears could flow, thinking about how alone I would be on Christmas Day.

©2017 Marquessa Matthews. All Rights Reserved.

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#LyricalFictionFriday: “Just Friends” #fictionfriday #marquessachallenge

Today’s lyrical prompt is:

It makes no sense to be falling…you’ve got her, I’ve got him, should not even be calling…”

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All Rights Reserved ©2017 Marquessa Matthews

 This month, I’m partnering with the following lovely blogger-writers who are promoting my Lyrical Fiction Friday Challenge as I cross-promote their respective challenges:
Be sure to check out their blogs, have some fun by participating strong and making a few new friends!

 

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“If They Take Dogs and Jews, They’ll Probably Take You…” #fiction #race #holidayshortfiction

*Christmas-flavored short fiction*

It hadn’t dawned on me to warn landlords that we were Black but I guess that I should have…

Inspired by a true event…

Montreal, 1963.

“Sorry, we do have apartments for rent but we can’t risk having other tenants move out if you move in.”

I stood there with the baby sleeping in my arms while my other son peeked out from behind my skirt. He gave the middle-aged woman the same blank look that I was giving her. My husband was registering at the university so we were on our own to apartment hunt that day. It was cold and the excitement of witnessing my first snowfall was long gone.

This was the third visit we had made in response to For Rent ads and it would be the third time we were turned away. It hadn’t dawned on me to warn landlords that we were Black but I guess that I should have – it would have saved my time and my little one’s feet in this eye-opening cold.

Three times was not a charm.

Seeing the look of despair on my face, the woman tried to be helpful.

“Why don’t you try the building across the street, dear? They always have availability. If they take dogs and Jews, they’ll probably take you. Merry Christmas.”

And with that, the woman quietly shut her door.

©2017 Marquessa Matthews. All Rights Reserved.

Originally posted February 28, 2016, adapted in December 2017

#1MinFiction: “Number Five” #fiction #holidayshortfiction

*Christmas-flavored short fiction*

This was written for Nortina’s #1MinFiction Challenge at Lovely Curses

This week’s prompt is “Most wonderful time of the year

The most wonderful time of the year found me in bed with a man I didn’t even know.

For the fifth time this December.

I had forgotten this stranger’s name the moment he had told me when I had met him during my holiday season shopping at the mall. But it didn’t matter because I didn’t give a flying fuck.

I didn’t care about anything except how disgustingly satisfied I felt as he lay snoring next to me in this dirty motel room with the cheap siesta rate. But the total and complete satisfaction that burned in me had nothing to do with the lousy sex I had let him give me.

I opened my eyes and inhaled the stale scent of us that lingered in the air and looked at our wrinkled clothes that lay on the floor next to the bed. When I noticed that the snow had begun to fall harder outside the motel window, I quietly slipped out of bed, grabbed my clothes and padded into the crusty-looking bathroom to get dressed. Splashing cold water on my face before pulling on my clothes, I calculated that I had at least three more to go before I stopped.

Or was it two?

Before confronting my husband, I wanted to match the number of names scribbled in the little black notebook I had found deep in his car’s glove compartment behind an almost empty box of Trojans and a pair of sticky pink handcuffs.

Yeah, Merry Christmas Baby.

©2017 Marquessa Matthews. All Rights Reserved.

Monday’s One-Minute Fiction challenges you to write a complete micro-fiction piece in, you guessed it, one minute, no more, no less, based on the prompt provided! Of course, you can come back to edit for grammar & spelling, but the story itself must be written in a minute. Your prompt may be a photo, or a word, or a sentence—whatever inspires me, and hopefully inspires you too.