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Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Continuing On

After reading everyone’s comments from Friday, I decided I am not going to give up on my story. Instead I will work on snippits at a time, it might seem disjointed and out of order (I tend to write when an idea comes to mind), but the writing process is like that!


I worked on a little part of the story, which might be used for the end. I’m going to post it here without the lyric to correspond, then again with the lyric I think corresponds. I’ll also post the lyrics too for an opinion of what would work the best.



The train engine roars. The night is ending—although I don’t want it to. Smoke billows out into the night sky; covering the glow of Jupiter and the sparkling of stars.

“I wish I didn’t have to go,” I say with an air of sadness.

“Me too, but good things must come to an end,” he replies.

We walk to the train, arm in arm; I’m in a daze from the hit we took of foul green Indian spice as we walked along Strawberry Street. I would generally be afraid to travel this alone at night in the city, but I feel safe and comfortable with him. I’m still dazed when we arrive to the side of the violently chugging train.

“Thank you for the good time,” I whisper in his ear as I hug him and plant a kiss on his cheek. In my hookah and spiced daze, a few more kisses are exchanged.

“Love you—“I look, but people cover my view of him. Did he say that? I think. In this daze, it could have been someone else. I froze. “Call me!” I hear as I walk onto the platform of the train.



“Oh my God,” I type quickly on my phone to my friend.

“What?” the reply reads.

I glow, “I got a small little kiss.”



With the lyric I think corresponds. Lyrics are here:

And I’ll throw you in the current that I stand upon so still. The train engine roars. The night is ending—although I don’t want it to. Smoke billows out into the night sky; covering the glow of Jupiter and the sparkling of stars.

“I wish I didn’t have to go,” I say with an air of sadness.

“Me too, but good things must come to an end,” he replies.

We walk to the train, arm in arm; I’m in a daze from the hit we took of foul green Indian spice as we walked along Strawberry Street. I would generally be afraid to travel this alone at night in the city, but I feel safe and comfortable with him. I’m still dazed when we arrive to the side of the violently chugging train.

“Thank you for the good time,” I whisper in his ear as I hug him and plant a kiss on his cheek. In my hookah and spiced daze, a few more kisses are exchanged.

“Love you—“I look, but people cover my view of him. Did he say that? I think. In this daze, it could have been someone else. I froze. “Call me!” I hear as I walk onto the platform of the train.



“Oh my God,” I type quickly on my phone to my friend.

“What?” the reply reads.

I glow, “I got a small little kiss.”



1 comment:

  1. This is a good part. :) I'm glad you're continuing.

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