Category Archives: February 2013 Writing to Music Challenge

Inspired by “Crying On A Suitcase” by Casey James

Admit it boy you blew it, you really messed it up
You can make excuses if you really want to lose her
It’s all on the line, do or die time
Getting on your knees time

Tell her that you want her, need her, love her, gotta have her
Everything good in your life begins and ends with her
Lose your pride while you can
Come on man be a man ~ Crying on A Suitcase by Casey James

I could only stand there and watch as she gathered her stuff and threw it into a bag. It was a heated and yet mind numbing moment, just standing and watching a she rushed around until she finally looked up to me, her tear-stained face an image that simply burned itself into my mind. Her lips parted for a moment; as if she were about to say something, then simply closed again as she turned away, her shoulders sagging in defeat.


A few days had passed, and they had been the most agonizing days of my entire life. I hadn’t heard from **** once sense she had packed her little bag and left. Part of me sort of figured he would of at least let me know that she would have let me know when she had arrived safely to where ever it was that she had been going to; but honestly, he was an idiot for letting himself believe that.

The argument was already a thing of the past at this point, and it wasn’t even important. But **** was starting to get a little anxious now. Sure, they had had their share of arguments, but it had been a long time sense they had had an argument that sent her packing to some friends place. And even then, it had only been for a day or so… It had been a week or so sense he had last heard from ****.

Finally, **** decided to put on his big boy pants and try to get ahold of ****. She always had caved before him, so he knew he had seriously fucked up this time… And after about an hour of texting and calling ****’s phone with no response only confirmed his fears. She was either seriously pissed off or really hurt…. Or both, and he instantly began to regret everything he had last said to her e hadn’t meant to tell her off or to tell her that she was seriously fucked in the head.

**** knew there were a few different places where **** may be hiding out at. What had him worried was the fact that when **** didn’t want to be found, she was able to make herself completely disappear. The more that he thought about the entire situation, the more he freaked out. Without another thought, he grabbed his keys and ran to the car, quickly reversing it and pulling it out into the streets.


IT only took a few hours, much less then he had expected, to find her. **** couldn’t have been more relieved once he saw her camped out under the Pier. She loved the beach, and he felt a little stupid for not coming here first. After parking his car, he quietly mad his was over to her, not wanting her to notice him just yet, in fear that she might take off again.

He approached her from behind, thanking god that sand made little noise. He was able to sit down next to **** before she realized who was actually sitting down. Once she had realized, she could only glare at him with disgust. After a moment, she finally moved to get up, but **** gripped her wrist, not letting go until she gave in and sat back in the sand beside him. The silence drew on, neither of them wanting to be the first to apologize.

**** knew he had come here to apologize, but he still seemed to be choking on his words. **** refused to even look at him, and even though he knew he deserved it, her cold shoulder was breaking his heart. He wanted to say something, but he just… couldn’t.

“You’re an asshole,” she simply stated as she turned her death glare from him to the water front. He didn’t mean to crack a smile, but he did. “It’s not funny” she bluntly stated; the anger and hurt more than noticeable.

“I know….” was all he could come up with. What was so difficult about saying ‘I’m sorry’? He knew he had to, but it wasn’t as easy as he had thought.

“If you have nothing to say, then I’m leaving” **** said, her annoyance level climbing quickly as she moved to get up again. **** grabbed her hand this time, holding for dear life.

“Please….” He finally whispered as he looked down to his hand on hers. He didn’t want to see her disappointment again. After a few moments of silence, **** felt a little relieved that she hadn’t moved to leave again. “Look…” he began, not even sure where to start. “****, I’m really sorry…” he continued, though he really had no clue where to go from there.

“You’re sorry…?” she replied, a tone in her voice that **** couldn’t quite place. “You blatantly point out how fucked up I am and all you can say is you’re sorry?”

Her cold words slit through him like dull knives. She was right… A simple sorry wasn’t going to make everything magically better. Honestly, what words could make this whole situation better? With a small sigh, **** buried his head in his hands. What was he supposed to say? What could he possibly do to make this better?

“Look, if you’re done, I’m sure I can find something better to do,” She said as she moved to get up again, but this time **** did the only thing he could think of. He threw his arms around her, both of them tumbling into the sand as his lips found hers. He was expecting some form of resistance from ****, but as the seconds passed, her lips and her body melted into his, allowing him to put all his passion into this one moment. A few moments passed before **** finally pulled his head back to look down at ****. When he choked on his words again, a smirk finally graced her lips. “I get it…. You’re sorry…” she whispered.

A wave of relief washed over **** as he looked down at the beautiful creature beneath him. He had so much to do in order to make up for how badly he had fucked up, but he knew that he would do anything for this girl. He wasn’t going to just give up on her; no, **** was his life, his…. everything, and as he leaned back into her to shower her with the love she deserved, he knew that she was his everything.

***To Be Continued***

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Inspired by “Catch My Breath” by Kelly Clarkson

“Catch My Breath…” By Kelly Clarkson

A deep breath in, and let it go. I repeat this process a few more times until I’ve finally calmed down. I didn’t think that such trivial thing like this would bother me so much. She had been my best friend fr so long, you would that by now she would be able to tell when she was pissing me off, but then again, I should know better by now too. She was too self-centered to really give a crap for anyone else.

I had a lot on my mind these past few days, we were both stressing out which was totally understandable considering graduation was approaching us, and at a much faster rate then we were comfortable with might I add. **** was busy freaking out about her graduate school applications while I was busy freaking out about finding a job and starting my life over again, this time as an ‘adult.’

What is the big deal about being an adult anyways? All it seems to be is a ton of anxiety and pressure and a trillion other things that I just don’t want to deal with at the moment Just thinking about all this now, I can feel the heat in my face begin to rise and I instantly run towards the bathroom. After a few more moments of deep breathing and the occasional splash of cold water on my face, i feel like I’m stable enough to start my day.


Once I’ve gotten my day started, the anxieties from this morning have been pushed to the very back of my mind. I do have to admit, I love the busy work that runs my current 9-5, three day a week work like. Granted, it’s an unpaid internship as part of my final graduation requirement, but still, it kept me busy and out of trouble. My fancy intern title is the Professional Writing and Social Media Marketing Intern; but what it all boils down to is that I spend hours on top of hours on Facebook, twitter and the companies blog. Yes, I do other things like creating the occasional newsletter and some light editing, but most of my day is spent online. Now who can really complain about that?

It was only about Noon when one of my favorite interns in the office comes and pokes me obnoxiously on the shoulder a few times. I remove my eyes from my many tweets and turn to look up to ****. Hes got his goofy monkey grin on his face and hands me  while chocolate caramel cappuccino.

“My hero!” I squeal as I take the warm styrofoam cup from him.

“It wouldn’t be right of me not to bring the Princess her daily offering,” he replies with a wink as he pulls out the chair next to me.

“I don’t know about Princess, but I’ll take the offering.”

The office Princess was an annoying little analogy that **** had come up with when we first started working here earlier this semester. The only reason being that it had been the first time he had seen me dressed in what was considered ‘professional’ attire. In the three and a half years that **** and I have known each other, he had only seen me in one of two types of outfits: one being my nice yet casually flirty style and the other being the traditional college choice of a hoodie and sweat pants.

“So are we doing lunch soon?” he asks as he boots up the computer next o me. **** is the official Marketing intern in the office, so he spends just as much tie on the computers as I do.

“When do we not do lunch?” I say sarcastically, rolling my eyes at him.

“No… You see, the question was more like ‘When are we going.’ I’m starving!” he groans, fidgeting with his monkey tie.

“Honestly?” I say, only a little shocked, “You have only been here for what.. maybe a few hours, how are you hungry already?” It was a dumb question, and I knew it, but I seemed to be running on autopilot and just spitting everything out of my mouth that came to my mind.

“Come on now ****! I’m a growing boy! I need me my nutrition”

A small laugh passes over my lips as I listen to him ramble on. He may be 22 years old, but he had the appetite of a five year old, and most of the time, the attitude to match. This is only one of the many reasons why I love ****, he can always bring a smile to my face.

***To Be Continued***

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Inspiration from “Rain” by Hollywood Undead

How many goodbyes can fit in a lifetime?
How many good lies can make it seem alright?
What do you see when you look into my eyes?
Or in the sky right before you say goodnight?
~”Rain” by Hollywood Undead

The rain has always brought me peace. It has always been the one constant, the one thing that never changed. Turning my face up to the sky, the cold drops brought a sense of comfort over me, finally, something that made sense.

After everything, the fighting, the screaming…. The feel of the cool rain was the one thing that could finally help quiet my thoughts down. He didn’t understand what had me so upset, and I wasn’t even sure how to explain myself at this point. I kept telling him that I needed that extra comfort; I needed him to just ask…


“Would you just listen?” I cried out in exhaustion. This was the same argument we had been having for a while now, and we were both getting frustrated. He just sat there and started at me with an emotionless face. He was never one for actually talking through things with me… and sometimes that was just what I needed. I didn’t always like having to explain myself, though this wasn’t one of those times.

As the silence between us stretched out, I could tell he was ready to let the issue drop, and it made my own heart drop. The one promise he kept making to me was that he would talk, that he would be there for me when I needed him the most. I hadn’t lapsed into my anxiety in a while, but now that I was stuck in my own head, he just stayed silent. “****… You don’t even ask me anything anymore…” I said quietly, trying to look him in the eye, though he was making it rather difficult.

“What’s wrong ****?” There it was; the simple question that I had wanted him to ask me this entire time. But the fact that he finally asked brought me no comfort, in fact it only brought a tear to my eye.

“I shouldn’t have to ask you to ask….” was my only reply. He wouldn’t like that answer, but it was the truth. He knew me well enough to know when I was stuck in my own head; he knew when there was a change in my voice and or actions, and yet I always had to prompt him to ask me about it. It wasn’t fair in my mind to have to drag the simplest questions out of him…

“Sorry…” was the frustrated answer I got from him as he got up and walked into the other room. I just sat there for a few moments, wanting nothing more than to just simply fade away. Be anywhere but here. I didn’t want to have to explain myself anymore because I felt like I had been repeating myself over and over again and it wasn’t getting me anywhere. So without saying another word, I made my way out.


The cool drops started to drag the tears from my eyes as my thoughts started flooding into my mind. I didn’t want them too, but they seemed to have a mind of their own.  This whole situation may seem silly to someone from the outside, but I felt like my last bits of reality, of my happy place were slipping away.

I wish I could have placed a finger on exactly where things could have gone wrong, but I couldn’t. All I knew was that I couldn’t find that connection I had thought was there between **** and me… and it broke my heart.

I always thought that he could look into my eyes and tell what was wrong, like we had that sort of connection that you always saw in the movies, but now it seemed like that was just another joke, another falsehood that I had implanted within my mind’s eye.

I had to start walking, otherwise I knew I was going to fall apart right on the spot; so that’s what I did, just took off in a random direction. How many times was he expecting me to believe the stupid things he always promised me? Simple things like ‘I’ll be around’ or even the ‘I’ll be there in any way I can.’ These were always just things people said, but he always made them seem like something more… seem like the truth. So why was it that it always got to me when he didn’t follow through?

It’s not like I was used to people keeping their promises… so following through on stupid things like those shouldn’t be such a big deal… but with him it seemed different. I felt inclined to believe him… to hang my heart on every word he said. So when he couldn’t even ask me simple questions like what was wrong… it felt like some major betrayal. Wasn’t it human nature to feel compassionate enough to ask what was bothering someone else?


These were the only thoughts that kept running through my mind as I kept wandering out in the cold, wet weather. I wanted to be done thinking, to be done over analyzing everything. So finally I stopped, and let my legs collapse underneath me. The wet ground didn’t faze me one bit, it actually felt nice.

There is only so many things that one person can take until they reach their breaking point, and sitting on the wet ground with the rain falling around me, I reached mine. I didn’t have to worry about people watching, because there wasn’t a soul around, so no one could possibly question my actions. The sound of the rain as it beat on the ground around me was the only thing I could hear, and it was more soothing, almost encouraging as it relaxed me enough to just let up all my pent up frustration and emotions out. It didn’t matter that I was feeling weak and vulnerable because everything was the same out here; everything was being renewed by the rain, being provided what was necessary to just start over fresh and new. The rain was creating a blank slate for everything, including me.

~End Scene~

So what did you guys think? This was my first actual scene I’ve written in a few years, so I know I’m really rusty! Please leave comments on what you liked, didn’t like and all that fun stuff!

Note: **** when used in dialog/story refers to character names that I don’t include in my post