#MarquessaChallenge – “She Wants To Dance With Me” #fictionfriday #music #prompt

Are you up for the #FictionFriday Lyric Challenge?

This week, please TAG ONE fellow fiction writer to join in!

You can find out more about this challenge in this post.

Photo credit: Paper Relics (Hope Wallace) via Foter.com / CC BY-NC-ND

Today’s lyric prompt is:

“When we’re together, we never fight, we’ve got better things to do tonight…”

You can use the entire lyric, part of the lyric or another lyric from the song.

Don’t forget to pingback to this post or to post your link in the comment box.

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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“The Midnight Hour” #marquessachallenge #fictionfriday

Note: This was written for yesterday’s #FictionFriday Challenge

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My heart raced as I stood in his doorway ready to bare my soul and tell him what I wanted.

“What are you doing here at this hour?”

I half-expected Ty to shut me down after all that had happened. He ran both hands through his messy hair and then folded his arms across his white T-shirt looking groggy from my midnight appearance at his door. He looked less than pleased to see me but his face softened when his brows furrowed with concern.

“What’s wrong Laney?”

I took a deep breath and steeled myself against turning around and running away.

“One night. With you. As more than friends,” I said with as much confidence as I could muster.

Ty’s grogginess was instantly replaced by a stunned look that made my stomach flip in the most uncomfortable of ways.

What?!

“One night of you and me being more than just friends is what you said you wanted.”

It was easier for me to get the words out the second time around and I found myself brushing past him into his apartment. Ty continued to stand dumbfounded with his hand still firmly on the door knob.

“Wait…what? That was weeks ago and I was…I was joking around Laney. And I was drunk…”

“You know that’s not true Ty.”

He stared down at me as if I had completely lost her mind, not knowing what to say but knowing that he was lying.

“Your exact words were that you didn’t want to have sex with me but that you wanted to make love to me, just for one night. That’s what you said. That’s why I’m here. That’s what I want from you right now.”

Before Ty could say another word, I shut the front door for him, took him by the hand and led him into his bedroom. Once we were standing next to the bed, I waited for my request to fully sink in for him and when it did, I reached for both of his hands and placed them on my hips. He shook his head.

“Laney…I shouldn’t…I mean, we can’t…”

“Ty, I’m giving you what you asked for. The question now is, will you shut up and put your money where your mouth is?”

The words tumbled from my mouth like they belonged to someone else.

In an instant, Tyler tilted his head to meet my lips. As we kissed, I knew that he would question me in the morning about why I had turned up at his door. But in that moment, burning every last detail of our togetherness into my memory was the only thing that was important to me because in the morning after we talked, Ty would hate me forever.

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#MarquessaChallenge – “Waking Up In Vegas” #fictionfriday #music #prompt

Are you up for the #FictionFriday Lyric Challenge?

This week, please TAG ONE fellow fiction writer to join in!

You can find out more about this challenge in this post.

Photo credit: Paper Relics (Hope Wallace) via Foter.com / CC BY-NC-ND

Today’s lyric prompt is:

“Shut up and put your money where your mouth is…”

You can use the entire lyric, part of the lyric or another lyric from the song.

Don’t forget to pingback to this post or to post your link in the comment box.

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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“Ripple Effect” #marquessachallenge #fictionfriday

Note: This was written for yesterday’s #FictionFriday Challenge.

*Trigger warning – fiction alludes to sexual abuse/child abuse*

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My younger brother, Don and I sat next to each other on the couch in our parent’s living room. It was their 55th wedding anniversary and the entire extended family had turned out for the casual BBQ party they had decided to throw themselves. People milled around, some catching up on the latest family news while others boasted about their fabulous accomplishments to make each other jealous.

I had been all around the world but whenever I visited my childhood house, the only place I wanted to be was away from here. That’s when I longed for the safe confines of my own peaceful and comforting home.

The entire gathering was ridiculously hypocritical seeing that our parent’s entire marriage had only been full of hateful tolerance instead of wedded bliss. Don and I had endured that charade our entire lives behind their closed doors and we knew their dirty secret.

“I blame you David.”

My plate of homemade macaroni and cheese and barbecue ribs sitting precariously on my lap almost fell between my knees at Don’s angry voice.

“Blame me? For what? What did I ever do to you?!”

Over the years, we had rarely seen each other but it wasn’t for my lack of trying to make an effort. Don had been the one to distance himself and his family away from me. Our disconnect had slowly started after I had eloped at eighteen to marry my first wife, a calculated move far out of state that had more to do with escaping the smothering environment than being head over heels in love. Unfortunately, leaving town had also meant leaving Don behind to fend for himself.

“I blame you for her.”

Don pointed to the bay window to where Uncle Alonso and Aunt Beatrice stood in the front garden area chatting up a storm with our parents. My blood ran cold with nausea.

“What are they doing here?” I found myself saying much too loud.

How dare they have the audacity to even show their faces here?

The urge to run to the bathroom and throw up quickly turned into an overwhelming desire to jump into my car and run them both over.

No, maybe run all four of them over.

Deader than dead.

“If you had spoken up back then, she never would have come after me after you left. My life would have been so different if you had just fought back. But you were always the selfish one, weren’t you?”

Don pushed himself up from the couch and walked away, leaving me to deal with the fallout of the bomb he had dropped.

She had done things to him too?

Cold sweat racked my body as my soul emptied itself onto the carpet alongside the contents of my plate. My soul hadn’t felt so empty since the first time Uncle Alonso had begged me not to tell on Aunt Bea, almost as empty as when my parents had refused to believe me when I had finally spoken my truth.

I could still almost feel the pain of the beating I had received for it.

Bloody little liar! That’s my sister you’re talking about! Bea would never do such a thing! Don’t you ever say anything like that again!

Oblivious to the frenzied scene of aunts and girl cousins trying to clean up the ribs and macaroni decorating my mother’s precious Siberian white rug, I was on my feet in an instant.

As I barreled my way out of the front door to where they stood jabbering away, my hand searched frantically in the depths of my pockets for my car keys.

There was no time like the present…

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#MarquessaChallenge – “Who Says You Can’t Go Home” #fictionfriday #music #prompt”

Are you up for the #FictionFriday Lyric Challenge?

This week, please TAG ONE fellow fiction writer to join in!

You can find out more about this challenge in this post.

Photo credit: Paper Relics (Hope Wallace) via Foter.com / CC BY-NC-ND

Today’s lyric prompt is:

“I’ve been all around the world and as a matter of fact, there’s only one place left I wanna go…”

You can use this lyric, part of the lyric or another lyric from the song.

Don’t forget to pingback to this post or to post your link in the comment box.

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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Fiction Friday October Challenge #marquessachallenge #fictionfriday #music

Will you join in for the October 2017 Challenge?

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Participation in last month’s #FictionFriday Challenge was amazing! I truly enjoy reading everyone’s fiction, some of which has some WICKED twists and surprises. Also, partnering with Helen from This Thing Called Life One Word At A Time and her Song Lyric Sunday was fabulous too!

Most of the September song lyric prompts dealt with denying love, lover’s revenge, love at first sight, romantic love, controlling your love and untamed love…of course, that’s from my interpretation. For the October song lyric prompts, I’ll be making them a little more upbeat and less lovey dovey.

Of course, if you don’t like the lyric prompt I can post, you can simply use part of it, another lyric from the song or simply whatever strikes you. You can write flash fiction, regular fiction, poem, it’s your choice! You can even use an old fiction piece or something you are currently working on.

If you take this month’s #FictionFriday Challenge, please pingback to the Friday post or drop a link to your post in its comment box. Also, TAG another fiction writer who may be interested in participating.

I’m looking forward to seeing the creative fiction you come up with!

Below is an advance look at the lyrics for the next Fridays in October that I will repost with its’ related video:

  • October 6: “I’ve been all around the world and as a matter of fact…there’s only one place left I wanna go…”
  • October 13: “Shut up and put your money where your mouth is…”
  • October 20: “When we’re together, we never fight…we’ve got better things to do tonight…”
  • October 27: “…You better have your hair weave strapped on tight…”

Enjoy and let’s write!

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“Breaking the Unbreakable” – #marquessachallenge #fictionfriday #prompt

This piece was written for yesterday’s #FictionFriday challenge.

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My spirit was free and unbreakable until I met you.

But you succeeded in breaking what was unbreakable in me.

You killed them.

The inexperienced girl who would have done anything for you.

The experienced woman who got down on her knees for you.

Your promise of a love story for two was a lie

And you’ll never know about the horror story for three that almost saw the light of day.

Now it’s my chance to return to the day before we met and erase all other traces of you.

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