I am a musician, and some of my friends are into music as well. Recently I have been asked a couple times what a good band name would be.
I decided to write this essayish thing so I don't have to write it over again.
Also, I'm sure you people can transliterate this to other things too...
First, decide on a genre. Surprisingly enough, the genre you hope to join has a sort of characteristic feel to the music and therefore, the band names.
Hi guys! I really felt that this story hasn't been going anywhere... and after you read this you'll probably understand. I could make myself write the rest, but I don't think it'd be fun. Enjoy your last (probably) chapter.
Maddi :D
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‘One order for a salad hamburger!’
‘Two cappuccinos coming up!’
Sam adjusted her coloured headband.
‘And one fruity-tootie smoothie!’
How can I tell them about the cold?
Here, such a penchant for rain
we have,
and such an unhealthy love of snow
we have,
We have hopes
made of steel and icicles.
And it’s strange—
Hey, here’s something cold and gray:
night falling, snow falling, eyes falling
asleep,
eyelids like a sagging roof,
and me like a crooked bend
in the highway.
And it’s strange—
But don’t you think it’s strange?
Oh, don’t wake me
from the cold and the snow and the rain.
My title is lame, I am aware. If you clicked on this even though the title is lame, thank you! I hope you enjoy it, a comment would make my day!
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Night Magic
The crisp clean light fades idly by
The warming orange sun goes down
The once bright earth lies all in shadow
The darkness surrounds thickly, blinding
The silence falls everywhere, deafening
The chirping birds burrow down
The flowers seem to vanish
Darker things claim the time
Jovlin was beginning to think that they were lost when something finally moved across the sky. The sun was beginning to set, and she was relieved to see a possible destination drawing near. Her eye ached in the dim red light of the setting sun, and she could barely make out the creature in front of her. Or perhaps it was not a creature at all, but a floating castle. This seemed impossible, but there were doors in the side of it and a few windows scattered across whatever it was. Still, she had seen many strange things happen over the past day, and she was not going to rule anything out.
It was not the feeling of flying through the air or the thought of falling that terrified Kamber so much. It was not what lay ahead either, but what was far behind. Kamber was frozen in fear at the thought of confronting his family and his past, as he knew he would have to if he continued on his current course. Even more than that, he was frozen in place by the thought of telling everyone who his father really was.
(I was inspired by a video I watched, titled 'Long Distance Relationship'. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Hope you like it!)
Crooked teeth shy eyes
What love can do to a boy
They met in Marseilles
She said, "Hi my name is Joy."
He's her chéri, but
Time and planes are similar
They fly by quickly
Ending in a sepulchre
Old crumpled tickets
Memories of a tough love
In his chest pocket
She's all he ever thought of
IN NOVEMBER, Gerte’s lip split and she dabbed goose fat on it every day with the care of a Michelangelo.
Also in November they received a letter postmarked an English seaport. It was dated a month previous. It was cheery, but brief, informing them that Olaf and his friend were wintering in a village. They were working as chore-boys in a tavern and inn, and in the spring, they were subscripted to join the crew of a Caribbean merchant ship.
“Ask Signe if she’d like me to send her a monkey,” Olaf wrote.
I'm lost in a valley full of flowers and sun
I want to be out there and I only have to run
Mountains behind clouds enjoying the day
I'm too close to me but I'll never get away
Lost, but I like it and I'm staying where I am
As soon as I find myself I'll run away again
Can't stay here and I can't go home
I nearly died from loving being alone