Can you CREATE a story using these song titles? (for FUN and amusement purposes ONLY!!)?

Question

1) A hundred years from now.
2) A sinner kissed an angel
3) Don't forget tonight, tomorrow.
4) Come rain or come shine.
5) Don't wait too long.
6) I could make you care.

Answer 1

Annie MacGregor/Sunshine MacGillicutty
Modern Day Virginia

Annie MacGregor sat at her computer, writing Part Two to her Matt Dillon story. She carefully crafted her words…..Well, she WANTED to carefully craft her words, but they were pouring out of her imagination so quickly she could barely keep up! “You know….(1)
A hundred years from now none of this will really matter,” she chuckled to herself.” But right now, it does matter that I do this properly. I owe it to Matt and the gang to write with the love and respect that I feel for them. They deserve no less.”

She got up to stretch and get another Diet Pepsi. As she was in the kitchen the doorbell rang. It was her neighbor, Tory,wanting to know if she’d like to take a walk with her and her sweet dog, Chubbie. (4) Come rain or come shine, Tory and Chubbie were always on a walk. Annie stooped down and gave her canine boyfriend a kiss and a hug……..”Ahhhhhh…… (2) A sinner kissed an angel,” she laughed. She stood up so quickly, she startled the pup and his mom…..”That’s it!! The line I’ve been looking for. Sorry guys. I HAVE to get back to my story!”
Tory:”Annie!! (3) Don't forget tonight, tomorrow. Can’t you wait until then?”
Annie looked at her apologetically….”Uhhhhh, no.” Tory laughed and said she’d call her later. She was well aware of Annie’s obsession with the legendary frontier Marshal and knew that nothing short of a phone call from James Arness himself, would prevent her from writing her story.

Annie ran back to her computer room, tripping over the vacuum she had left in the hallway. The vacuum that she STILL hadn’t used. As she got up,rubbing her shin, …..”Oh, yeah….Forgot to do that….It’ll have to wait. Man! I have the PERFECT ending!!” She quickly took her seat in front of her computer and started banging away on the keys:

“Sunshine looked into Matt’s rugged face……The face she adored…… (5) 'Don't wait too long, darling. I’ll be counting the moments until your return.’ Matt looked intently in her eyes and said….”
((((RING))))) “Dang it!!” Annie grabbed the phone….”Hello?” There was a pause and then a voice…….”Is this Sunshine MacGillicutty?” Annie almost dropped the receiver. That was the name of her literary counterpart……”Whom may I ask is calling?”
Voice:” Please tell Sunny that Matt is on the line.” Annie sat there, unable to speak.
Voice:"Hello? Hello?”
Annie:” Who IS this, please?”
Voice:”Oh, my…….Is this Sunny ?”
Annie recognized the voice. Her eyes welled up with tears…….”Who IS this?” Her emotions overwhelmed her.
Voice:”You know who this is.”
Annie: “Jamie?" (Almost a whisper.)…."Uhhhhhhh, James?” She was holding the phone so tightly, her hand started to cramp up!
There was silence …….”Did you say…..Jamie?”
Annie:”Yes,sir. I’ve called you that all my life. Hello......... Mr. Arness.”
Jamie:” Hello Sunshine. What convinced you that it's really me?”
Annie:” I know your voice, sir. I’ve been listening to you for 52 years.”
Jamie:"Have I been talking that long?! His laughter rang out.( OH MY GOD, thought Annie!!! I am listening to JAMES ARNESS LAUGHING!!!”)……” I hope you don't mind me calling you. It wasn't easy, but with a little help, I finally got your number. Your stories have come to my attention. I can hardly put into words the enjoyment they have provided me……”Were you ever associated with ‘Gunsmoke’ in some way?”
Annie:”No sir…..Well , sort of…… I’ve seen every episode and….. Well, that’s true of millions of people, of course. But the thing is ….. ‘Gunsmoke ‘ always struck a chord with me. “ He wanted to know just HOW, and she explained.
James: “ Could you write another story? Just for me? ………. HELLO?” Annie had dropped the phone and was trying to recover it!! “Are you there, Sunny?!”
Annie:”I’m here. Sorry. I just……. Okay here’s the deal. I need to be very honest with you. Basically I'm having a cow!!! I’m amazed I can even articulate.” He laughed in such a way she felt as though his voice was embracing her~~~~~~~~.
James:” I’m going to sit here until you post another story. Please (5) Don't wait too long. “
Annie: “ This is so incredible, so wonderful, I…. I …….Okay!! I’m just finishing up another one. I’ll post it inside of five minutes.”

Annie sat there,staring at the phone.….”Okay. Now remain calm. You can do this. OH MY GOD !!!!!" She hugged herself ,danced around the room and then sat back down. "Okay. Okay…. I’m calm. Alright ….Let’s just all relax."
She continued the story and soon had submitted it. As she sat there, waiting for the phone to ring, she looked at a picture of her precious mother…….. "Mom! Jamie called me! Jamie REALLY called me!!”
Then she looked at a picture of her darling dad......"Don't worry, daddy. I AM keeping my wits about me." ( A bit of wisdom he had imparted to her on MANY occasions!)
When the phone rang , she knocked over both pictures , spilled her Diet Pepsi, and nearly fell off her chair!!!

Jamie:”I love it. I just love it.”
Annie: Whew!! I thought that maybe I should change that one bit. You know the part where Sunshine says, (6) ‘I could make you care;’ I mean, you know.......... you ........ I mean ,MATT, already loves Sunshine.”
Jamie: ”Yes....... I do. I mean….. Yes he does.”

Answer 2

Sunshine and James Arness. I knew it. I posted this answer at another question that asked about Sunshine and James Arness. I will repeat my answer here where people are answering. Sunshine's stories are just sooo good and she has all the characters down pat. It's like she is there with them.I've suspected it for some time. I knew something was going on. This ain't no story. I think it's real. Sorry Silva. I don't have the talent you , Sunshine, Tuba and all the rest have. I'll leave the story writing to the experts.

Answer 3

Her: Look at you, doin' the Stray Cat Strut! Come here and gimme some lovin'! Him: That's what I like about you, you always want to rock this town. Her: Hey, I ain't too proud to beg. Him: Well, I can't turn you loose now. Lead the way!

Answer 4

Let me introduce myself. I’m Wilma the weasel and I live by a lovely pond filled with many families. This pond was in the middle of a deep, dense, forest so no human had been there before and yet we had heard about some of their ways by our feathered friends who came by now and then.
One of the worst habits, and so many had picked it up, was pride. Why? I don’t know, but they did.
This is the first time I have told this story but I know A HUNDRED YEARS FROM NOW it will be told again and again.
It was family making time at our little pond.
Darlene, a new mama duck swam around proudly with her five ducklings that were named Dana, Devin, Doris, Davy, and Donna. Papa Daryl swam around just as proud with his chest puffed out as far as he could get it.
Then there was Freda and Freddy frog bulging out all over with their four little tadpoles named Freckles, Florence, Filly, and Fonda. They loved showing off by sitting on the lily pads next to the beaver damn where of course was another family.
Barbara and Benny beaver just had three wee ones named Betty, Beth, and Bucky.
There were lots of other families but I’ll just mention Sally and Scotty snail that had four babies too. Their names were Susie, Shawn, Sarah, and Sandy. Sally and Scotty were almost popping out of their shells they were so proud.
The sad thing was none of those lovely creatures could see any beauty in the other families because they were each full of pride. Pride that made them selfish in not wanting to help each other, Shameless by calling each other names, and totally blind to let them see what they could offer one another. Our beautiful homeland was falling apart. I had to do something but” DON’T WAIT TO LONG” I thought to myself.
So one evening I stood on a large rock by the edge of the pond and in a loud voice called everyone to gather around. They came, but not willingly because they were too close to
one another. Noses were stuck up in the air, and the looks! Oh my! What was I going to do?
“COME RAIN OR SHINE” I started, “I’m determined to knock that pride out of you all so you can realize each family is just as important as the next. You can’t live alone. We have to share this pond and live together.”
I took a deep breath and continued, “I COULD MAKE YOU CARE,” I said sternly not really knowing how I was going to do that “but” I went on “I want you to see for yourselves what you are missing by all of your foolish pride. You can’t enjoy one another this way. We all have gifts to give.”
They all looked at me as if I had lost my mind.
I boldly stood up again and said,” Now, each one of you is going to say something nice to the one next to you or no one is leaving.”
Now they really looked hard at me but all of a sudden the least of all Ollie the otter turned to Barbara and Benny and told them how sweet their babies were and offered to help teach them how to swim.
Well it was as if A SINNER KISSED AN ANGEL and instantly turned the bad into good.
Everyone started talking all over and around the pond. I couldn’t believe my eyes or ears.
“Now,” I called out above all the chattering, “DON’T FORGET TONIGHT, TOMORROW because I knew I COULD GET YOU TO CARE about one another if I just got you altogether and saw the beauty in each other.

Answer 5

Did MATT Really Call!?
OH MY! SUNSHINE!! I am so excited!!
Sarge was right!!! OH MY, MY, MY!!
I think I will dance too!!

Answer 6

Emma would ride her bicycle to and from work, (4)come rain or shine.
This Sunday afternoon, she was riding it on her way to William's house. He had been working on a new painting that he wasn't ready to show her until today. His sounded so exalted and gleeful on the phone that, Emma's heart almost burst with affection.

She and William had this unverbalized infatuation for eachother for quite some time, yet they were both a little nervous and shy when it came to acting on it. Hence the platonic friendship, and long conversations over the phone about the meaning of life, politics, world's ever-changing take on art, and other debatable subjects.

When she was riding over the bridge, she halted her bike and took in the beautiful shiny waters of the river running beneath her. This is where her mom and pop had met years ago, while crossing the bridge and pausing to take in the mesmerizing beauty of the glistening crystal waters of this river that seems to be full of whispers.
The tall tale was that, if you stand really still and listen very hard, you could hear the answers to the questions in your head as you stand on the bridge over this magical river. Once her mom had heard'em say, "(3)Don't forget tonight, tomorrow", and so, she had made a point to be back that day crossing over the bridge on a starry summer night, in her flowy lavender dress. As she reached the center of the bridge, there was a man there, watching the moonlight reflecting on the waters of the river in serene contentment. That was the night they had met, and could feel instant sparks flying.
Though her father, ever the gentleman, had walked her home, they had made a date to meet at the bridge the next day, right on the spot they had first seen eachother.

Two months later, her father was lingering over the bridge watching the dancing colors reflecting on its crystal waters. He was full of thoughts, trying to gather up the courage to ask her mom to marry him. "(5)Don't wait too long", came the reply, seemingly whispered through the river and carried to him by the wind. That evening he proposed. The rest was history. Her parents were celebrating their 37th anniversary this August.

As Emma got back on her bike, she lovingly looked at the dancing waters of the river and thought, (1) a hundred years from now, there will still be people halting by this bridge and closing their eyes, as they wait expectantly for the river to whisper them something they may be longing to hear.

Today it was somewhat quiet, just a normal sunny day and all Emma could hear was a faint whisper of the words, "Thank you". She figured it must have been about the appreciation of a beautiful day and about the fact that she was about to see the man she has had a crush on forever. She shrugged and started paddling her bike towards the trail that ran through the fields that reached to William's house/ studio.

She stopped on her way to pick up some pretty bluebells to present William as a 'Congratulations you've finished your painting' gift.. She laid them inside the basket attached to the front of her bike and soon she was parking her bike inside Williams' garden.

William heard knocking on the door when he was trying to pick the best shade of burgandy to paint the backdrop of his new project. He jumped on his feet and rushed to the front door being still high on adrenaline, the way he always got each time after finishing a big painting.

He opened the door, and blinked. There stood an angel, in her white eyelet cotton dress, her blonde hair framing her face in ringlets, her cheeks flushed from the bike ride, looking up at him with a shy smile while holding on to a bunch of bluebells.

Without even thinking, he leaned over and kissed her. Although the kiss seemed to come out of nowhere, both were suspended in that piece of time frozen in space, melting in it.

When they eventually came up for air, William grinned sheepishly and said, "(2)a sinner kissed an angel, now I'm pure and forgiven".

Looking down her face still in a daze after the kiss, and taking in her cheeks that were now a deep shade of pink, he murmured, "You know, before I saw you standing at my doorstep, I was so nervous that, I tried to keep busy starting to work on my next project. I was trying to find a way to tell you how much I care about you and that our platonic friendship is frustrating the hell out of me. I was planning to tell you that if you give me a chance to be your man, (6) I could make you care about me. Deeply. Now that you're here and looking at me with your flushed face and happy smile, all I can say is, you're my inspiration, you're my motivation, you're my dream girl. You're everything."

Before he could go further, as he could, when hit by an inspiration, Emma silenced him by flying into his arms and giving him a kiss that ensured him that their platonic days were long gone.

Later, as they walked hand in hand to his well lit studio, at the back of his house, Emma was giddy with anticipation. She was the first person William was showing his finished painting which would be among the ones he was sending to the city to be displayed at the gallery.

As he dramatically grabbed the sheet covering the painting, their eyes met with such intensity that you could catch fire if you passed between them.

When William took down the sheet to reveal the painting, Emma gasped. The painting was of her, in a white dress, sitting on a field of blue bells, with the sun rays reflecting on her blonde curls. There were two angel's wings spread behind her and she was smiling at a butterfly that had landed on her extended index finger, while a ladybug was climbing over the bluebell that rested on her lap.

Emma felt tears streaming down her cheeks while she could only whisper, "Thank you".
THE END