↕↔ Can you write a story that includes 6 of these song lyrics?

Question

Come on....You KNOW this isn't homework....Just good,wholesome fun on YA.

1. You were only waiting for this moment to be free.
2. There's nothing shaking but the leaves on the trees.
3. I love you like the stars above and I’ll love you till I die.
4. Between sundown's finish an' midnight's broken toll.
5. Where I'm bound, I can't tell
6. Now I stand alone mid the flowers
7. A time when dreams so long denied
8. In your love I find release.
9. Don't ask me why,where ,when or how.
10. When you come close to sellin' out, reconsider.

Answer 1

Something in the Halloween vein for you, Sunshine. Enjoy.

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“There’s nothing shaking but the leaves on the trees,” said Marsha assuringly.

“Yeah I know,” said Chaz, frowning, “but there’s no wind. Doesn’t that creep you out even a little?”

“Now that you mention it,” said Marsha, wringing her hands inside her apron pockets, “Yes. RUN!!”

The Midwestern housewife and death-metal guitarist bolted for the barn, as the trembling trees lifted their immense, sodden roots out of the earth and began to shamble their way after them.

Chaz and Marsha closed the double-barn doors behind them, then began moving carts, feed bags, barrels, ANYTHING to barricade them tight against the horrific tree-monsters outside.

“Don’t ask me why, where, when, or how,” muttered Chaz, between gasps, “but we’ll escape lady. Just gotta stay cool.”

“In your love, I find release,” said Marsha, suddenly turning towards Chaz and planting her lips firmly upon the astonished musician.

You were only waiting for this moment to be free, thought Chaz, as Marsha ran her fingers through his maroon dreadlocks. Some vacation this turned out to be. Trapped in a barn with a lovestarved Nebraskan farmer’s wife, as a killer forest gathers outside to flatten us into the earth. Damn, this would make a good song, somehow….

“I love you like the stars above and I’ll love you till I die,” Marsha cooed, oddly oblivious to the thunderous crashes against the barn doors. Chaz wasn’t sure where he was safe anymore.

“Kerosene.”

“What?”

“You farm folk must have kerosene or gas or something that ignites in here,” said Chaz thoughtfully. “We need some defense against those rampaging tree monsters.”

“There’s….some lantern oil in the supply cabinet over here,” Marsha gestured. “But my heart has already ignited for your --- “

“Not the time or place,” shot Chaz impatiently. “Now grab me some hay.”

Moments later a thick, twisted limb shot through the walls, which reminded the humans that survival was a matter of time and action.

“Between sundown's finish an' midnight's broken toll, we gotta roll,” said Chaz, pouring the oil over 3 thick bales of hay. He lit one and with a mighty heave, thrust it through the hole. A sudden flare and the crackling of burning wood assured him he’d found his mark.

“Again!” cried Marsha, gesturing to the rocker to keep on task.

Another bale of hay coursed through the air, and got trapped in the crown of a particularly tall and ghastly oak tree. It began shuddering and fumbling amongst the other tree monsters, igniting some in the process.

“Where I'm bound, I can't tell,” said Marsha, grabbing the last burning hay bale and dashing out the doors, “but when you come close to sellin’ out, reconsider!” she yelled to Chaz, winking.

“Marsha, no! Come back here!”

Chaz grabbed an axe from the wall and gave chase. In the eerily calm night air he could taste the smoke, but also Marsha’s perfume. He had the sense she never wore it regularly, until his van came to a crashing halt outside her farm. She had been oddly accommodating all afternoon, except when it came to actually helping him leave the premises.

A sudden cry came from his right. He darted past several smoldering hen houses to find Marsha ensnared in the tentacle-like branches of a sycamore. Her burning hay bale was on the ground, out of her reach.

“Take this!” cried Chaz, swinging furiously. He brought the axe down hard against the branches, growling ferociously like a grizzly. The branches loosened their grasp on the struggling farmwife, and she fell to the ground, listless.

Chaz dragged her to the burning hay bale, and brandished it whenever a shambling tree monster neared. He kept his vigil until daybreak, when suddenly the creatures withered and collapsed.

“Damn what a night,” he said, his heart still pacing madly.

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An hour later, Chaz planted an appreciative kiss on Marsha’s cheek.

“You get that husband of yours to burn this evil pile of slash the moment he gets back,” he said. “I gotta split. They expected me in Oshkosh last night.”

“I understand,” said Marsha kindly. She fought the hardening lump in her throat. Moments later, the black and silver DETHGUNNER van sped off in a sunlit pile of dust. From a distance, she could spot the van passing her husband’s truck as he came home from the auctions.

“Now I stand alone mid the flowers, a time when dreams so long denied,” she began, making her way towards the house. She welcomed – and dreaded – the return of routine to her daily life.

END

Answer 2

You are looking much better today Sunshine. The nose has cleared up nicely. (No thanks to Ms. Kitty).

I don't think my story compares to Ms. Persiphone's great story, but it's early in the morning here and the best I could do on my first cup of coffee.

My kids and I were working in the yard today. (6) Now I stand alone mid the flowers. The kids seemed to be happy helping me with the work yesterday,, but (4) between sundown’s finish an’ midnight’s broken toll, they decided they were not raking another leaf or clipping another weed. I told them (3) “I love you like the stars above and I’ll love you till I die,” but they were unmoved. As my son left this morning I asked where he was going, but he just replied “(9) Don't ask me why, where ,when, or how, because (5) where I'm bound, I can't tell.” It reminded me of the answer I used to give my parents when thy asked “Where you going,” to which I replied “out”, and “What are you going to do,” to which the answer was “nothing.” I told him “ I know (1) you were only waiting for this moment to free” but what about me. There is still a ton of work to do.” He didn’t care, and just left me standing there. So now (2) there’s nothing shaking but the leaves on the trees, and no one to rake them up but me.

Answer 3

Ok Sunshine. Since you asked so nicely - I used them all. A little gift for you from me.


My suitcase sits beside me. Now I stand alone mid the flowers of the garden we planted together in the spring and wait for him to come home for work. It isn’t going to be easy. There's nothing shaking but the leaves on the trees. Well, that and my hands. The sun is setting and the first stars are starting to appear in the sky. He is later than I expected he would be. I planned on being gone by now.

I hear his car pull into the driveway. He can see me in the backyard and walks toward me with a puzzled look on his face. Then he sees the suitcase. I can feel my heart pounding in my throat. I choke back the tears. I will not cry, I already decided that when I was packing.

He smiles nervously. “What’s up, baby? Going somewhere?” He already knows the answer.

“Where I'm bound, I can't tell, Jason. Away, Just away from here. It’s all become too hard for me. For us. Look, it’s just better this way. You’ll be fine-you’ll see. Think of all the extra closet space—“

“Annie, I love you like the stars above and I’ll love you till I die. You have to know that.”

I shake my head and remind myself about the no crying rule. “Yeah, Jason, I do. I really do. But it doesn’t change a thing.”

“Okay. Then just tell me why.” He says with a touch of petulance in his voice. He isn’t going to make this easy for me.

“Don't ask me why,where ,when or how. It just happened. This is my break, Jason—a time when dreams so long denied are about to come true. It’s my turn now, don’t you get it?”

There is anger in his words now. “No, I don’t get it. I thought what we had was enough for you. I thought you were all over those broken dreams of yours. It won’t work, you know. You won’t make it. Then you’ll be back. Not all dreams come true, and sometimes when they do, it turns out they weren’t the dreams we had in mind anyway. When you come close to sellin' out, reconsider. Sometimes what you have is better than what you could have. Sometimes it’s better to stand on 16 and wait and see what the dealer has in store. Sometimes a 16 is good enough to win.”

I hate it when he launches into his analogies. “Yeah, and sometimes you have to take a hit and hope for that 5 to come up, too. There are four of them in the deck, Jason, so at least I have a shot. This time, I’m taking the card. If I bust, I bust. But you are wrong about me, I won’t be back.”

“Annie, In your love I find release. I have never loved anyone the way I love you, Annie. Listen to me. Let me be your hedge here. Lean on me. We’ll do this together if you want to. I can quit my job. We’ll sell the house. Wherever you want to go, baby. I’m with you. I know you have dreams. And I know you have the talent to see them through. Just share them with me.”

I look at the pain in his eyes and forget about my no crying rule. I fall into his arms, crying. He gently takes me and leads me to the garden bench. We sit silently as he rocks me and we watch the sky grow dark. Maybe he is right. Maybe I do need someone to fall back on. Maybe I am just not the kind of person to strike out on my own like this. I am only fooling myself. I know I am that kind of person. And I know if I pass this opportunity by, there will never be another.

Sometime between sundown’s finish an’ midnight’s broken toll, I slip out of his arms and collect my suitcase. It’s time. I look at him, not knowing what else to say.

“I get it now, Annie. You were only waiting for this moment to be free.”

I manage a tiny smile. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” I walk down the driveway with only the sound of my heels clicking on the cement and head toward the bus station. I already have the ticket. New York City. One Way. That leaves me with about two hundred to find myself a room until I can get myself a job. The man at the bar who gave me his card said I was a natural. I’ll be shooting layouts and doing runway shows in no time. He’ll see. One day my picture will be on the cover of a magazine and he’ll know I did the right thing. At the bus station, I glance at the magazines at the newsstand. I can do that, I know I can. One day, I may even be his angel in a centerfold. I hand the bus driver my ticket and my suitcase and climb aboard, finding a seat near the back.

On the seat beside me, someone has left the latest issue of Cosmo. I glance around me to see if it belongs to me. I hold it up and look at the lady across from me. She shrugs. Figuring it’s mine now, I open it up. Someone has left something inside as a bookmark. As I come to that page, a playing card flutters to the floor in front of me. I bend over and pick it up. Five of hearts. Sometimes it does pay to draw on sixteen.

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They're, Their, There - Three Different Words.

Careful or you may wind up in my next novel.

Pax - C

Answer 4

I'm sorry can't today. Pretty busy trying to rattle Liberals. I do appreciate your question though. I hope you get a good story. Star.

Answer 5

Yes, I can, if the third verse is true.