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Song Prompts

I was listening to music, and may or may not have written a bunch of story prompts based off the songs. (Yeah, we're going to pretend that songfics are still a thing.) None of the prompts are connected to each other.

TW!!!! Some of these contain suicide, death, self harm, and/or homophobia. If you are sensitive to any of these triggers, PLEASE proceed with caution!!!! There are also quite a few swear words.

1. Arsonist's Lullabye - Hozier

It had always been like this. The words in my head. I know they're just thoughts, but still. Always pulling me toward the same goal. Burn it. Burn it all. And by the gods, I wanted to. I seriously fucking want to. It had taken years to understand what it all meant. How it should be done. And so now, as I stare at the town below me, I can't help but smile. All of it, burning to the ground. This starts where I did. It starts here.

2. The Moss - Cosmo Sheldrake

Legend has it, the woods hold something. Stories abound, in the village. Jules' mother, who claims that she saw someone in the trees. Andrea, who swears on her life that she'd only been gone for a few minutes. I wasn't intending on making it my turn. But now the figure in the trees is offering me a choice. I can stay in the town that I know, or I can follow it. He'll take me somewhere new. I can leave this place. I'd say it seemed impossible, but we all knew that the people got the choice every few years.

3. Blackbird - The Beatles

The blackbird still sings in the trees. It knows that it could fly away. I don't know why it's still here. There's no reason for its presence anymore. I've tried explaining to it, but it still doesn't listen. Mom claims that it's never known to listen, but something tells me that it knows.

4. In My Life - The Beatles

I get it. Time has moved on. People have skipped town. And yet I'm still here. I'm still wandering the streets, walking down memory lane on my way to the grocery store. That was where Micheal kissed Sarah. There's the old treehouse. I know it all.

5. Fourth of July - Sufjan Stevens

They said it was time to go. That I couldn't stay. But I couldn't leave you. I didn't. I needed to be there. I can still see the tears on your face. You told me you'd stay. You promised. And now I can't follow you. You made me promise to stay. Why? So I could hear your flatline? So I could watch your blankets stop moving? I am ushered out, the doctors racing in. I see everything. I see nothing. I hear your machine start going. A pat on my arm. A voice, low in my ear. They should wake up tomorrow.

6. In Case You Don't Live Forever - Ben Platt

I believed you, when you told me that I could understand. You sat next to my bed as I was beginning to feel better, just so that I could pull you back from the brink. And now we've been attached at the hip from then out. And yet I can't tell you that I only survived because you were there. So now? I'm scared. Every single moment could be our last.

7. Let It Be - John Denver

Let it be, son. My dad had always said that. He'd pluck his old guitar, and it didn't matter that his voice was rough from years of hard work. The campfire would be burning bright, and mom would be sitting next to my father, singing along, hand on dad's leg. Let it be. My baby brother, wandering everywhere in eyesight, playing with the branches.

8. The Night We Met - Lord Huron

The road was long, winding. My truck was humming, as I watched the old memories play. Reaching over, I flicked the ignition off, before stepping outside. I lit a cigarette, and sat on the ground. To my left, I heard an old memory. Let me sit with you? I'd gestured to my side, as he say with me. He was gone now, the memory of his Judas bruises too painful. His dad didn't like us you see, and it was too much.

9. Poor Man's Poison - Poor Man's Poison

Everything in moderation. I had lived in this small town for too long. It was becoming home, and that meant it was suffocating. That was always the issue. I'd settle down, make something of myself, then feel like I was dying. I couldn't name why for the life of me. But by god I wish I could. I wish I could understand why I'd die every single time I'd started to live.

10. Before You Go - Lewis Capaldi

You had been standing at the door, telling me that I couldn't do anything That I'd done too little too late. How you'd been led to believe that I didn't love you. And as you explained it all, I stood there. Because I should have said something. I should have explained that my heart beat only for you, should have explained that I'd built my walls to not keep you out, but my damage in. And then you were gone. That door was closed, and your footsteps were fading.