Hey guys,

This is one of the really short stories I’ve written and I’d love any feedback that you could give 🙂

Tempest

I’ve always loved thunderstorms. There’s something about them that makes me feel alive. Like whatever I’ve done in the past has been washed away and I’m brand new again. I wait for the powerful gust of winds to start and blow me off my feet, taking me for a whirlwind of a ride. Right now a clean slate is all I want. Because sometimes, memories bring back all the hurt you felt as though it was just yesterday.
It was on a night that it was predicted to rain that I was out, on the beach. They said it was a nice place to write and I agreed. It was a place where inspiration would come to those who sat there looking at the water ebb and flow. Only I don’t think they were talking about the beach I was. Maybe they liked it when the sun was out and there was a summer breeze but I liked it as it was right then. With the sand flying everywhere, the wind whipping my hair and face and the water, the water was a stormy grey with the waves getting bigger and bigger with each passing second. This was what pumped adrenaline through me, made me feel again.
I was walking along the beach with my feet just shy of the water when I heard someone shout. I peered into the distance and just when I thought I had hallucinated, I saw a red sweatshirt. It vanished, appeared and then vanished again. Curiosity killed the cat, someone always told me but my only response was curiosity wasn’t a sin so why treat it like one. And so I ran towards the flash of red. The waves had only become larger without me noticing it. And like a blanket of ice, the water pulled me with it into the sea. Momentarily struck by shock I didn’t move and then began to fight my way back to the shore.

But it wasn’t my fighting that helped me against the current that saved me. It was a boy wearing a red sweatshirt with blonde hair and piercing blue eyes that helped me to find my feet. He helped me from sinking into the depths of the angry, grey sea. It was the first time I met you.

It’s only now that I wish that you could also help me save our sinking ship. Somewhere along the line we got lost with much more than an ocean separating us. What I didn’t realize when we first met was that you were a whirlwind and I a tornado, destroying everything in our paths right from the get go. But just as my love for thunderstorms grew, it wasn’t just my love for thunderstorms; it was my affection for you. And somehow you became my favourite thunderstorm, the one I wanted to run towards.
And now as I run to embrace the harsh winds once again, waiting for the storm to start and wash away the pain I’ve felt, I realize that nothing can ever erase my memories; especially the rain. Because even though our footprints in the sand have been long gone, you’ll haunt me with the onset of each shower. With each drop of rain I feel on my head. After all you used to be my tempest, my thunderstorm.

And that was it 🙂

Please let me know what you thought of it or what I could have done better 🙂 Also, I’m planning on doing music reviews like a review of the music (mostly pop, pop-rock, punk-pop and punk-rock) in 2015…Or just reviews of some of the music albums released in 2015. So let me know if you’d like that 🙂

And if you haven’t heard this song yet, pleeease do!!

IMPORTANT NOTICE:

Guys, if anyone of you reading this wants to do a guest post in the first week of the new year, let me know. I literally don’t care if this is the first time you’re reading my blog 🙂 Send me an email @ shubhamb1806@gmail.com if you’re interested by next Thursday 🙂

Till next time (which just happens to be day after tomorrow),

An Addicted To Music Teenager.

Hey guys,

So I was really really bored and needed some inspiration. This lead to me going onto one of those prompt sites that help you build a short story and they were the most hilarious stories ever written. All you need to do is fill up some of the blanks, which I did.. to give way to some crazy crazy stories and a couple of songs as well 😀 They make absolutely no sense whatsoever but I couldn’t stop laughing. And so I decided to put them on here. Hope they make you laugh a little at the nonsensical babble:) P.S. All the characters are merely a figment of my imagination. Any similarity is purely coincidental. And I do not usually write these types of stories

1) The very first story is titled (Wait for it) – Malicious Violet Mercer. It’s quite the misnomer. Read on to find out why

Malicious Viloet Mercer

A Short Story
by skylove1234 (my name hush!)

Viloet Mercer had always loved quiet Sleepford with its nutritious, narrow nooks. It was a place where she felt weird.

She was a malicious, creepy, martini drinker with pretty hair and blonde eyes. Her friends saw her as a warty, wide-eyed witch. Once, she had even revived a dying, puppy. That’s the sort of woman he was.

Viloet walked over to the window and reflected on her urban surroundings. The hail pounded like standing dogs.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Jake Blase. Jake was a snotty knight with charming hair and tall eyes.

Viloet gulped. She was not prepared for Jake.

As Viloet stepped outside and Jake came closer, she could see the annoying glint in his eye.

Jake gazed with the affection of 530 loving brawny birds. He said, in hushed tones, “I love you and I want some more Facebook friends.”

Viloet looked back, even more happy and still fingering the dry phone. “Jake, do you know how much trouble I took to achieve the number of friends I have,” she replied.

They looked at each other with psychotic feelings, like two graceful, grated guinea pigs arguing at a very hungry EDM party, which had EDM music playing in the background and two stupid uncles laughing to the beat.

Viloet regarded Jake’s charming hair and tall eyes. “I feel the same way!” revealed Viloet with a delighted grin.

Jake looked sad, his emotions blushing like a better, bumpy book.

Then Jake came inside for a nice drink of martini.

THE END

I cannot help but burst out laughing at that.. Anywaysss on to the next one..

2) And this one is even more of a misnomer… I cannot believe how crazy this one is.. Oh and this story takes place on Mars, like the planet.

Two Mean Uncles Bouncing to the Beat (P.S. There is no uncle let alone two of them)

A Short Story
by skylove1234

Emerald Fransico looked at the platinum pencil in her hands and felt grumpy.

She walked over to the window and reflected on her hot surroundings. She had always loved red Mars with its abundant, ashamed air. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel grumpy.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Cannon O’ood. Cannon was a ruthless god with ample ankles and beautiful hands.

Emerald gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a slimy, understanding, ice tea drinker with ruddy ankles and red hands. Her friends saw her as a deafening, defeated do gooder. Once, she had even helped a purple baby recover from a flying accident.

But not even a slimy person who had once helped a purple baby recover from a flying accident, was prepared for what Cannon had in store today.

The sandstorm teased like cooking cows, making Emerald jumpy.

As Emerald stepped outside and Cannon came closer, she could see the wet smile on his face.

Cannon glared with all the wrath of 472 stable manky mokeys. He said, in hushed tones, “I hate you and I want a wifi code.”

Emerald looked back, even more jumpy and still fingering the platinum pencil. “Cannon, who keeps the code as 007? I’m no James Bond,” she replied.

They looked at each other with crazy feelings, like two bulbous, blue-eyed bats boating at a very modest marathon, which had blues music playing in the background and two mean uncles bouncing to the beat.

Emerald regarded Cannon’s ample ankles and beautiful hands. “I feel the same way!” revealed Emerald with a delighted grin.

Cannon looked afraid, his emotions blushing like a slow, sparkling scissor.

Then Cannon came inside for a nice drink of ice tea.

THE END

3) Annnd now it’s time for a song.. It’s I think supposed to be a mixture of Taylor Swift songs.. but it’s the most crazily hilarious one from them all. If Taylor Swift ever sees this? I’m so sorry.

This Love is Consuming But It’s Hideous

by skylove1234

We were both funny when I first saw you.
You let’s get food and the flashback starts:
The beach is where I’m standing in the Winter air.

What are you doing with that new lover?
Who wears that quiet t-shirt,
When I wear an amazing dress,
Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find
That what you’re looking for is my super hair.

So this is me crying,
Standing in front of you saying, “You’re crazy but I want you!”
And I go back to Winter all the time.
It turns out freedom ain’t nothing but laughing casually,
Wishing I’d realised Your eyes are hypnotising.
I’d go back to Winter, turn around and do some kissing.
I go back to Winter quite often.

Baby, let’s do some arguing,
This love is hot but it’s hideous.
It’s a love story, baby,
Just be my lifeless tiger.

We are never ever ever going to try snuggling badly together,
We are never ever ever going to try snuggling badly together,
You go talk to your mother, talk to my sister, talk to me,
But we are never ever ever ever going to try snuggling badly together,
Just kicking deftly forever.

You’re crazy but I want you baby, You’re crazy but I want you.

Number 3) This one is probably the weirdest story ever made and I had to actually change the name of the story because well, if I put that name on here a misnomer would be a mild understatement. So here’s the next story..

John and Krissy

A Short Story
by skylove1234

John Asher looked at the crumpled knife in his hands and felt puzzled.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his magical surroundings. He had always loved pretty Truro with its abundant, arrogant arches. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel puzzled.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Krissy La Del. Krissy was a delightful academic with fragile shins and spiky elbows.

John gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a witty, friendly, Beer drinker with handsome shins and hairy elbows. His friends saw him as a brainy, broad brute. Once, he had even helped a fresh deaf person cross the road.

But not even a witty person who had once helped a fresh deaf person cross the road, was prepared for what Krissy had in store today.

The snow flurried like bouncing frogs, making John confident.

As John stepped outside and Krissy came closer, he could see the ugly glint in her eye.

“Look John,” growled Krissy, with a malicious glare that reminded John of delightful monkeys. “I hate you and I want peace. You owe me 1388 dollars.”

John looked back, even more confident and still fingering the crumpled knife. “Krissy, I hate you but I can’t stop thinking about you since the day you cried,” he replied.

They looked at each other with angry feelings, like two few, friendly foxes partying at a very scheming movie, which had R&B music playing in the background and two stingy uncles running to the beat.

John studied Krissy’s fragile shins and spiky elbows. Eventually, he took a deep breath. “I’m afraid I declared myself bankrupt,” explained John. “You will never get your money.”

“No!” objected Krissy. “You lie!”

“I do not!” retorted John. “Now get your fragile shins out of here before I hit you with this crumpled knife.”

Krissy looked irritable, her wallet raw like a better, bewildered banana.

John could actually hear Krissy’s wallet shatter into 1388 pieces. Then the delightful academic hurried away into the distance.

Not even a drink of Beer would calm John’s nerves tonight.

THE END

4) Time for another song. This time it’s One Direction inspired. I’m soo sorry if you’re a Directioner and are reading this..

That’s What Makes You Clean

by skylove1234

Lately I found myself acting (acting)
Been dreaming about you a lot (a lot)
And up in my head I’m your friend (friend)
But that’s one thing you’ve already got.

You’re loving,
Don’t know what for,
You’re turning heads when you roll your eyes,
Don’t need make-up,
To cover up,
Being the way that you are is enough.

Baby, you light up my world like nobody else,
The way that you eat some chocolate gets me overwhelmed,
But when you scrunch your nose it ain’t hard to tell,
You don’t know,
Oh, oh,
You don’t know you’re loving,
If only you saw what I can see,
You’d understand why I want you so desperately,
Right now I’m looking at you and I can’t believe,
You don’t know,
Oh, oh,
You don’t know you’re loving,
Oh, oh,
That’s what makes you loving.

I’ve tried playing it cool,
But when I’m looking at you,
I can’t ever be clean,
‘Cause you make my heart love.

One way or another I’m gonna scrunch your nose,
I’m gonna get you, get you, get you, get you.
One way or another I’m gonna roll your eyes,
I’m gonna get you, get you, get you, get you.

It feels like I’m constantly acting,
‘Cause I can’t compete with your friend,
He’s got ten thousand tattoos.

Aaaand for number 5…. *drumroll*….. It’s a vampire story blurb (No short story is ever complete without a vampire)! With some comments on the blurb as well 😀

The Admirable Vampire

A Teen Vampire Story
by skylove1234

There’s an admirable new boy in Plymouth and he has everybody talking. Stunningly short and devastatingly smart, all the girls want him. However, Roger Nolan has a secret – he’s a selfish vampire.

Chantal Ramsbottom is a kind, handsome girl who enjoys star gazing. She becomes fascinated by Roger who can stop elephants with his bare hands. She doesn’t understand why he’s so standoffish.

Her best friend, an incredible ogre called Marion, helps Chantal begin to piece together the puzzle. Together, they discover the ultimate weapon – the purple, enchanted blade.

When bodies start turning up all over Plymouth, Chantal begins to fear the worst. The ogre urges her to report Roger to the police and she knows she should, so what’s stopping her?

She may resist Roger’s bite, but can she resist his charms?

Will she be caught shouting with the vampire?

And now for the praise and comments for this particular blurb-

“Bursting with originality. A kind girl falling for a short vampire has simply never been done before.”

– The Daily Tale

“About as moving as a cow stuck in a bog, but The Admirable Vampire does deliver an important message about not having a ogre for a friend.”

– Enid Kibbler

“A purple, enchanted blade would be my first choice too. This must be based on a true story, you couldn’t make this stuff up!”

– Hit the Spoof

“I could do better.”

– Zob Gloop

And that’s about all the stories that I came up with or atleast the story generator did..