Writing Stories of Song

[Onix]

Many times, songs have inspired stories inside me. This is me finally getting around to writing some of them. I don't promise good writing, understandable plot, or engaging characters. This is my muse taking a shat on my head, as Stephen King (my God) would say (and he has, several times).

Story 1-
(I don't know the title or even band that does this song, but I think it's Pearl Jam)

[COLOR=DarkRed][SIZE=1]Jack was driving along on the High-Way, radio blaring, Mary, his girlfriend, in the passenger seat. It was a cool night, dark, illuminated softly by the occasional street-light. Jack's fingers tapped on the steering wheel in time with the music.

Jack was happy, and had a suprise planned at home. He and Mary had been going out for about 3 years at this point, and he was damn well certain she was the one. He was going to propose as soon as he got home. He knew he loved her, and wanted her to know too. This would be it.

He peered out at her from the corner of his eye. She was a goddess to him, the perfect beauty. She was slumped over in the seat, reading a paper-back romance novel, as she did so often.

[I]She looks so damn cute in those reading glasses[/I], he thought. [I]And I love it when she has her hair up in a pony-tail.[/I]

Jack knew what he liked, and she was it. He had known it when he first saw her.

~Flashback~

She was sitting on a park-bench, wearing a soft white sweater, black hair tied back into a loose ponytail, reading glasses on, reading a paper-back romance novel. His eyes had involuntarily lingered on her.

For some unknown reason, he sat down and started up conversation.

"Cool today, isn't it?" he asked.

"Yeah," she said, obviously wanting to just read her novel.

"What're you reading?" He was trying to keep up the conversation.

"Passion on the High Seas. Romance. You probably wouldn't like it. Unless you like imagining yourself as a dainty blonde being swept off her feet by the hunky Captain Gerard."

"Nope. Doesn't sound like my style. I prefer the reverse. Though I don't go for blondes."

"Let me guess. You prefer women with dark hair?" she asked, staring at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Well, actually, I do," he said, flashing her his best grin.

"I've heard it before, bub."

"Have you heard 'pony-tails drive me wild'?"

"Uh huh."

"How about 'I like clingy sweaters'?"

"It's not that clingy."

"'I like reading glasses'?"

"Not too often, but yes."

"Damn. How about, 'I like literacy in a woman'?" It was Jack's last shot.

"That's a new one," she said, nodding in approval.

"Score!" Jack cheered.

"Buy me dinner and then maybe," she said, wearing a coy smile.

~End Flashback~

It had just taken off from there.

Jack smiled. Tonight would be perfect.

*CRASH*

The sound of screaming metal shattered Jack's thoughts. The car jerked and jostled, sending him whipping about, restrained only by his seat-belt.

Sparks flashed from rear of the car. Jack turned back to see the back-seat reduced to a crumpled mass. The car spun wildly, flying across the road and down into a ditch.

Jack felt the intense pain of his head slamming into the plexi glass of the window...and then it was dark...

...

...

Jack awoke, head throbbing, and found himself outside the car. The door had fallen open and he rested on the ground, seat-belt cut apart by shards of glass.

He pulled himself to his feet, head feeling like it was going to explode. He reached up and found his hair damp and matted around the temple on the left side.

"Christ," he muttered. Then he remembered Mary. "Oh, God, Mary!"

He raced around the battered hunk of steel that once was a car, and found Mary lying on the ground. He glasses were a few inches to the side, shattered. Her head was smeared with blood, and she was limp.

"No!" Jack gasped.

He kneeled down next to her.

"No, Mary!"

He picked her up, holding her next to him. She was cold...too cold...so damn cold...

"Mary..." Jack moaned.

He cradled her in his arms, softly crying. Sirens pierced the quiet, deathly calm, and the police and paramedics came. The took Mary away, and Jack rode in the ambulance. A few days later, she was buried. He didn't sense time. It all blurred.

The driver, a truck driver, was drunk and was driving with a repealed lisence already. He was serving 25-to-life for vehicular homicide, driving under the influence, and driving without a liscence. It didn't matter though.

Through all the time, the funeral, the trial, the hospital stays, Jack had one thing racing through his mind, one tortured idea.

[I]How can something so good go so bad?[/I][/SIZE][/COLOR]
...

Looking back...that kind of sucks. Oh well. I felt like writing it. I'll edit in the band and song name when I learn them.

Hopefully my next one'll be better.

-ULX