Used to be Mine: A Song-based Fiction

Stranger. That is what I am.

Sitting people all in black and white, I am estranged to everyone, except one person. She is the only human who knows me here. But she can never say who I am.

She’s imperfect but she tries.

She is good but she lies.

Silence. Murmurs. Quiet sobs. The humans that surround me is as still, as her, as me.

I am somehow a gatecrasher to a wake I was not invited to. But I am here, for her, for a woman who used to be mine.

She is hard on herself.

She is broken and won’t ask for help.

Her mom has spoken, in between loud wails.

Her husband has said a short heartless sentence.

Her little lass, who looked just liked her, sang a song.

Her best friend has stood and hold the microphone, but wasn’t able to utter any word.

She is messy but she’s kind.

She is lonely most of the time.

Now it’s my turn.

“Anyone who want to offer words for…”

I stood, just before the sentence was finished. Everyone looked at me.

I gripped the small piece of paper I’ve been holding for hours. It contains the eulogy I have written…for the only girl that I loved. For the girl who was once mine.

She is all of this mixed up.

And baked in a beautiful pie.

She is gone but she used to be mine.

12.04.2015
©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer

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Based on She Used to be Mine by Sara Bareilles. Bold and italicized parts are from lyrics of the song.

Quite Like You: A Song-based Fiction

Makeup, done. White dress, check. I’m ready.

“Bye mom! Bye Dad!” I said as I went out of our house.

I checked my phone for his message. None, yet.

Suddenly, a black BMW stopped in front of me. Out came three muscular men, rushing, dressed in rugged black shirts, covered with black shades.

“Don’t scream,” the man with a gun whispered.

I’m too stunned to react. My eyes were covered, my arms were tied, before they pushed me inside the car. The silence is piercing. I want to shout, I want to fight, but I know it will be useless.

My mind’s rushing, my heart’s beating fast. Afraid. Confused. I tried to calm down but my tensed brain cells can’t. I am on the verge of tears when the car finally screeched to a stop.

“Let’s go,” a man’s voice said softly but with authority.

I followed. Holding my arm, the man lead me to a concrete stair.

I climbed up. First, second, third until the ninth step.

Breathe in. Breathe out. I felt weak. I felt defeated.

“Walk,” he whispered.

Step, and then another, and then another.

“Stop!” he shouted.

I remained still, as I felt my knees getting weak. I was about to fall when someone pulled me up. “Stand up, and walk,” he commanded while he removed the ropes in my wrists and the black cloth that covers my eyes.

My eyes, now with tears so close, adjusted slowly to the almost unlit place.

I bowed down, and saw the words.

Words on the black carpet, written with white lights.

I think I want you more than want
And know I need you more than need
I wanna hold you more than hold
When you stood in front of me

“Insane,” I whispered as I felt goosebumps crawl in me. I almost run out but I can see the shadows of the men who brought me here. Reluctantly, I continue, more words lit up as I do.

I think you know me more than know
And you see me more than see
I could die now more than die
Every time you look at me

My knees are now weak with fear. Only a psychotic stalker can pull this off. That I know for sure. Shaking, I continue walking.

When it’s right it’s more than right
Cause you feel it more than feel
I could take this moment now
Right into the grave with me

It finally hit me. “I knew this song! I knew this!” My steps are now faster, and the letters made of lights are now in full speed, too.

In your eyes oh in your eyes
In our hearts yeah in our hearts
Sometimes words just ain’t enough
For this love that’s more than love

I stopped and steadied myself. Breathe.

I walked with tears, with fast heartbeats, and with unclear mind.

Well I’ve seen you in jeans with no make-up on
And I’ve stood there in awe as your date for the prom

Now it’s clear. I sobbed seconds before I finally hear his voice.

“I’m blessed as a man to have seen you in white
But I’ve never seen anything quite like you tonight.”

Spotlights were opened, and I saw him. Candles were lit, and I saw the long black carpet that I walked in. I heard sobs that aren’t from me anymore.

More lights were opened and I saw my dad, my mom, my family, and his, too. I saw our friends, all in tears. They are all in black, while the flowers that surrounded me are all in white, like my dress.

“What the hell is this?” I said as I walk towards him. He just smiled and said…

No, I’ve never seen anything quite like you tonight.

11.18.2015
©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer

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Inspired by: The Script’s – Never Seen Anything “Quite Like You”

Am I Gone?

Is there somebody
who’ll be willing to save
my soul, my heart, me.

They say I
only feel
the love I like,
they don’t know I’m
slowly fading
dying, drifting away.

Inspired by City Lights by Sara Bareilles.

04.08.2016
©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer

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Songs I Wish Were Books

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“…funny how a beautiful song could tell such a sad story” ― Sarah Dessen, Lock and Key


I know Valentine’s is over but the The Broke and the Bookish‘s Top Ten Tuesday today just made my heart skip a beat.

February 16: songs I wish that were books

Books and songs are, for me,the greatest things invented. With a very very very happy heart, here are the songs I wish, and hope, that were books! ❤

1. Breathe Again by Sara Bareilles

Breathe Again

My first ever fictional series, Seasons (first, second, third and epilogueis actually inspired by this song. 🙂

2. Floodgates by Colbie Callait

This song is just empowering. 🙂

3. Never Seen Anything ‘Quite Like You’ by The Script

My cheesiest short story to date, Quite Like You, is inspired by this beautiful beautiful song. 🙂

4. I Won’t Give Up Jason Mraz

Well this song tugs the heart! ❤

5. Touch the Sky by Hillsong United

I have written a poem about this song titled To the Holder of My Life’s Map, and if this will be made into a book, I know a lot will be able to relate.

6. She Used to be Mine by Sara Bareilles

A sad yet moving song. I have written a short-story about this, too, titled Used to be Mine.

7. Tenerife Sea by Ed Sheeran

Yet another cheesy song, well… this one’s really kilig-inducing. Perfect for an awesome romance novel, I guess? 🙂

8. Free Fallin’ by John Mayer

A romantic but necessarily a happy song. Hmm… interesting, right? 🙂

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What are the songs that you think can be a good book?

Tell me!

🙂

~

 

 

 

Used to be Mine: A Song-based Fiction

Rose, Dead, Orange, Yellow, Pink, Flower, Pretty

Stranger. That is what I am.

Sitting people all in black and white, I am estranged to everyone, except one person.

She is the only human who knows me here.

But surely, she can never say who I am.

She’s imperfect but she tries.

She is good but she lies.

Silence. Murmurs. Quiet sobs.

The humans that surrounds me is as still, as her, as me.

I am somehow a gatecrasher to a wake I was not invited to.

But I am here, for her, for a woman who used to be mine.

She is hard on herself.

She is broken and won’t ask for help.

Her mom has spoken, in between loud wails.

Her husband has said a short heartless sentence.

Her little lass, who looked just liked her, sung a song.

Her best friend has stood and hold the microphone, but wasn’t able to utter any word.

She is messy but she’s kind.

She is lonely most of the time.

Now it’s my turn.

“Anyone who want to offer words for…”

I stood, just before the sentence was finished.

Everyone looked at me.

I gripped the small piece of paper I’ve been holding for hours

It contains the eulogy I have written…for the only girl that I loved.

She is all of this mixed up.

And baked in a beautiful pie.

She is gone but she used to be mine.

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©2015 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: Pixabay

Based on: She Used to Be Mine by Sara Bareilles