I keep hearing reading and hearing the word ”fun” in response to the 100 word song experience. That’s better than “boring”. I’m glad so many of you have embraced this idea. Last week, you 100 word singers looked into the cross hairs of The Rolling Stones “Waiting on a Friend” and deliver killshots of writing mayhem. It was a great week. Thanks to Michele aka @OldDogNewTits for the song and the inspiration. One entry blew me away. It came as no surprise. Her writing is what inspires me and Leeroy, consistently. Cameron aka http://www.camerongarriepy.com aka @camerongarriepy dropped this 100 word grenade:
He backed her up against the counter, one hand in her hair, one up her skirt seeking her slick, wanting heat. She sucked his lower lip, hooked her heels around his ass.
A spoon clattered into the sink, spattering tea on her hand.
She smeared his tears with her thumb when they came.
Later, smoking his last clove on her front stoop, she joined him, cherry blossom kimono belted loose over the olive skin he loved. She leaned down to twist a lock of hair from his forehead. “You okay?”
He reached up and squeezed her hand.
“I’m gonna be.”
Yeah, I know. Wow. So, I asked her to pick this week’s song. She chose Paul McCartney discovery, Indie rock band, Ashtar Command and their video game epic, Deadman’s Gun.
Anything you need to know about 100 word song is located here: http://lancemyblogcanbeatupyourblog.wordpress.com/100-word-song/ You have until next Tuesday at 7pm eastern time to get in your piece. I went for something new. Here’s my 100.
Silas stretched his legs over the hotel window ledge. The draft cooled his bare feet. The chilled steel of his late father’s thirty-six-year-old Les Paul electric guitar brought chill bumps to his left thigh as it passed over the rip in his jeans. He ignored the door opening and thought about his dad’s time as a country music star.
“Hey Si, stageman wants you in thirty minutes. So saddle up, cowboy.”
Silas smiled at the tuned guitar strings.
“Daddy, its my turn with this sumbitch. Gonna do it a bit dif’rent, though. Come on, let’s play the Grand Ole Opry.”
Awesome! Awesome! Awesome! Love the accent, the way you were able to paint so much character with so few words…yup…think this will be another fun run! Hosting the party at dVerse tonight, but you can bet I’ll be up with my own 100.
I need to write in my dialect.
Thanks Tasha…show me your 100!
Nice departure, and thanks for the nod. It’s a pleasure to offer up a song around here! Now to cook up my own response…
cant wait for the next one. Your last couple have been spectacular.
and mine’s up.
read and commented and liked
I like the character in the ripped jeans… uh huh… tries to slip her finger non-chalantly into the rip and make it just a little bigger.. WHAAAAAT… he needed the air
Now he can play a bit longer!
ha! thanks…we’ll get back to the other two stories asap
I like the conversation with his Dad at the end. The part about doing it differently really resonated.
yeah, her’s was something else…thanks
Looks like I am back, slowly creeping out of the horrible grip of the block I have been dealing with. Thanks for the help.
I love this. I love the way I’m almost sitting there with him, feeling the draft, hearing his twang.
thank you t!
I like the new entry, a little bit country. Loved Silas’ dwrall too. Second generation country stars are always rebellious. I just dropped my week’s contribution.
read and commented. Its brilliant. I think we need to talk later in the week.
I love the details of the Les Paul guitar and the use of dialect. Also? The name Silas was perfect.
I’ve just linked up with a taste of Karen.
thank you. on my way to get some more Karen.
Wheee! I love the new story and I’m all linked up. Cam must be in sync with me because this one came quickly.
There’s nothing like the Grand Ole Opry is there? Nice job