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Listen & Write is a spin off of Picture it & Write and works almost identically. Eliabeth will post a song and accompanying text. We then invite you to either continue where she leaves off or create your own piece of fiction or poetry based on the music. You might imagine your own version of a music video or write about someone listening to the song; you are only limited by your imagination. Other languages are welcome so long as you add a translation.
If you have a suggestion for a song, leave it in the comment along with your contribution and they’ll be worked in to the line-up. Due to time constraints, this will now be a monthly post, showing up the first Thursday of every month minimum. Some months may have additional posts, but we’ll just see how it goes.
Unwritten by Natasha Bedingfield
Aniela lay on her bed looking up at the chandelier. Graduation was tomorrow; everything she had worked for would be accomplished. Her grades weren’t perfect, but they were as good as she could manage. She didn’t want to go to college, not when she didn’t have a goal, something to be working toward. The eggshell ceiling above her was like a blank page, her future unwritten. Even though she did not want to be Queen, she envied Theodore; he had always known what he was working toward.
Unable to lay still any longer, Aniela ran outside. She needed to move, needed to run, needed to do something. She gasped as the rain smacked into her, coming down almost horizontally. Pulling the sleeves of her sweater over her her fingers, she ran. Unconventional? Sure, but it was something. It was movement; it wasn’t staying in the same place, treading water until she could no longer stay above the surface. She wasn’t sure what she was running toward, she just needed to run.
Eliabeth, I love that piece of writing. There is movement, grace and growth. Beautiful.
Thank you Lee-Anne. 🙂
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Hi. This is my offering for today listen and write. Enjoy
thank you for allowing me to once again offer another try at your exercise. here is mine for you to read
Tanitha Smith said:
I love this song! Natasha is a great artist 🙂
I had Pocket Full of Sunshine stuck in my head for months lol 😀 Love her music
The first drop of rain on this Monday morning fell on my head, rolling through my hair and dissolving within my cells. It was cold, like any winter morning, but today as I walked to school, I felt lighter, happier than ever.
I felt free.
I had finally left my haunting past stories behind and decided to turn over the page.
And start a new story of my own.
The monsters under my bed wouldn’t be able to reach me anymore.
So I forgot my past. Yet I didn’t know anything about my future. But, truly, I didn’t care. All I wished was to live in the present. Take my time. Write at a slow pace. Live my life as it is.
As I approached the worn gates of the town’s high school, I spotted a familiar manly silhouette. Gradually I was able to see his thin yet tall body, his dark messy hair and his shining eyes…
At present, he was the one to be taken into consideration in my story. He was my life.
Very interesting take on the music evilnymph. Thanks for contributing.
Anne Schilde said:
It was nice to read about Aniela again. 🙂
Oh I’m glad, I don’t want to overload people with Blind Sight themed writing, but when you’ve spent three years with the characters, it’s hard to picture anything else.
Anne Schilde said:
None of the rest of us (not named Ermi) have spent that much time with them. Picture away. 🙂