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| Tweet Topic Started: March 4, 2008, 3:47 am (462 Views) | |
| Raedoll | March 4, 2008, 3:47 am Post #1 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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One shot. I'm really sucking ass right now and I can't fucking finish anything. I kind of want to tear my hair out over it, but I'm just in a rut. Everybody gets them. I just have to get over it and make myself finish something. So here we go. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- James sighed and plucked out a chord on his acoustic guitar, moving his fingers slightly so that he could play one of the few songs that he'd played for his mom when she was sad. Cliff was sleeping, again, and looked like a ghost against the pale blue hospital sheets thanks to his white skin. James frowned over at Cliff, eyebrows knitted together in concern for his friend. The wreck had left Cliff weak, but alive, and all Cliff had to do was just hang on and fight for a little while. James wished there was something he could do to help, fingers absently moving along the same chord as his eyes roamed over Cliff's broken leg, elevated arm and propped up chest. "Blackbird singing in the dead of night...take these broken wings and learn to fly," James sang, reliving a moment he'd shared with his mother before she passed. James looked up at his mom from where she was standing at her canvas, head tilted faintly and painting a spray of blue-violet flowers. "Mom?" Cynthia turned her head, wearing a small frown at her son and putting her brush down. "Yes James?" "I learned a song for you," James offered, nodding down to the acoustic guitar he was holding, "You can keep painting and I'll play it for you if you want." Cynthia paused, curling her lips into a small, wry but appreciative smile at him as she picked her paintbrush back up, "Thank you James..." James smiled, nodding and plucking out the chord for the Beatles' song, "Blackbird", singing quietly along and keeping his tone even. Cynthia paused, turning her head from her canvas and watching her son play and sing. Her eyes closed for a moment, tears dripping down her cheeks as she just stood and listened to him. "Blackbird singing in the dead of night, take these sunken eyes and learn to see...All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to arrive. Blackbird, Fly...Blackbird, fly. Into the light, of the dark black night," James sang, feeling a faint biting sting of tears to his eyes and stopping his singing. Cliff's heart monitor beeped loudly, making James feel near physical sickness. Not feeling welcome in the room anymore James got up, swallowing and wiping his eyes as he let himself out. Cliff's eyelids fluttered, a raspy sigh coming out of his dry lips as he struggled to get a bit more underneath the covers. "I'll try, James...but I need a little more help," Cliff whispered, barely lifting his torso and taking a sip from a straw deposited in a cup of water. Sighing at the refreshing liquid coating his dusty throat Cliff cleared it, swallowing again, "Come back here would you?" James lift his head, turning around and blinking a good bit on seeing Cliff awake, waving one hand weakly for him to come back inside. James went straight back to Cliff's room, blinking again and just staring at him. "....You're awake." "Yeah....I heard you playing. I'm not complaining, your singing was just a little sharp," Cliff grinned, teasing him in well nature. "You bastard," James playfully snapped, giving his undamaged arm a light nudge and sighing as he sat down with his guitar again, chuckling slightly. Cliff grinned, shaking his head, nodding to his guitar, "Play that song again? The whole thing?" James blinked, smiling slightly but nodding as he strummed out the chords. "Blackbird singing in the dead of night," James sang, moving the chords when he needed to, "Take these broken wings and learn to fly...All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to arise. Blackbird, fly. Blackbird, fly. Into the light, of the dark black night." Cliff watched James's fingers, keeping an eye on the way they moved over the six strings. Cliff, for awhile, had problems trying to go from four strings to six. But with the way James moved his hands it was easier to watch, especially on slower, more mellow songs like this. "Blackbird singing in the dead of night, take these sunken eyes and learn to see. All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to be free. Blackbird, fly. Blackbird, fly," James sang, keeping his pitch steady and focusing down at his guitar, "Into the light, of the dark black night." Cliff sighed and lay back against his pillows, knowing that the song had deep meaning. Especially to right now. James was the Blackbird, even though Cliff was the one with the broken arm and leg. James could draw back into his own shell when he felt threatened, and he needed to learn how to break out of it so he could grow and show how strong of a person he was and could be. Cliff flashed James a small, knowing smile, settling back against his pillows and sighing. "Thank you," Cliff said, smiling slightly. James blinked, looking up from his guitar and over at Cliff, "You're welcome. Get some sleep man...I screwed up your schedule enough as it is." James gave Cliff a small smile, pounding his fist lightly, "Night man." before leaving the room for a second time; though it was on considerably better terms. "Night," Cliff sighed, looking a little more relaxed as he fidget with the edge of his covers, "Fly, Jamie...You need it." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The Beatles have been a source of inspiration, and frustration for me. It's evident from this, since it feels so fucking Blah. But, I did finish something. Granted I don't think it's very good but I finished it. I love writing one shots, I do, but I just....grargh. I can't..I don't even fucking know. RAWR. I have to stop attempting to write Songfics. but I can't stop listening to music or keep listening to music and just ignoring the ideas that spring up from them. I don't know. maybe next time I'll put more thought into something like this if I decide to post it. |
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| Lucifer's Angel | March 4, 2008, 9:53 am Post #2 |
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Heavy Metal Seanchai
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That was very good I like the Beatles myself, I'm a blue Beatles person. That was very touching, I liked it. And writer's block sucks, I've had a few cases, just be patient, hopefully something will work out
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| Mina | March 4, 2008, 10:46 am Post #3 |
Morgenstern
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Such a wonderful oneshot, I really like it Well done and I have to agree with Vanessa: It was really very touching |
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| Verity | March 4, 2008, 12:07 pm Post #4 |
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The Story Girl
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That was beautiful Rae!!! I loved it. Especially the part with James and his mom was very touching. I loved how you mixed the songs lyrics into the writing. Believe it or not, I find doing stuff like that very hard to pull off without it coming across as cheesy but you did it very very well and professionally. Awesome!!!!! And you don't seem to have writer's block. The other you spouted off excellent ideas for Second Class and on a whim wrote me some really good stuff. You need to post it here girl! And I thought that this was a very sweet and thoughtout one shot. I love the interaction between Cliff and James. I smiled when he said that James singing was "sharp." Writing a good one shot takes talent, and a very good organization of ideas. Seriosuly, this is good. You are great at writing one shots, so keep posting them. |
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| Raedoll | March 4, 2008, 5:14 pm Post #5 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Thank you all very much ladies. I guess until I start 'feeling it' I'll keep posting one shots until I can get something I like out. I just go to write on certain things and it doesn't even work out a quarter of the way. But sometimes I can get completely off task with something and spout out something polar opposite. |
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I like the Beatles myself, I'm a blue Beatles person. That was very touching, I liked it. And writer's block sucks, I've had a few cases, just be patient, hopefully something will work out

8:59 PM Jul 10