Scrapped Story Ideas

Idea 2 - Strum Me a Melody From the Heart

This was a Eddsworld fanfic that only made it through one chapter before I decided I wasn't really feeling it. Primarily, it was a TomTord ship fic that fell under the song-fic category, so it would have had a song theme for each chapter. It's definitely an idea I would think about rebooting/reusing somewhere as song-fics have my interest as something I would want to write.

I will be placing chapter one's content here as it's not too long so making a new part for it wouldn't really make that much sense. But a little warning first as it does contain themes of suicide at the start.

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♤Chapter One♤

Tord's P.O.V

This was the end.

The sound of flowing water rushed past from below. Occasionally streaks silver would surface as fish swam by through the dirty water. Light reflected off the river surface from the low hanging sun as it began to sink into the horizon, reds and oranges bleeding across the sky.

I watched the river with dull eyes. No emotions remained to stir within me, I just felt empty.

Firmly placing my hands against the cold metallic railing I lifted my small weight over and grounded my feet on the edge of the bridge on the other side of the barrier.

I glance up at the blank canvas of a sky. 'Don't worry it will all be over soon.' I assured myself in a soft whisper as I closed my eyes.

Just then something I didn't expect prevented me from taking the plunge into the lifesapping water below.

"People are puppets held together with string
There's a beautiful sadness that runs through him
As he asked me to pray to the God he doesn't believe in"

An angelic voice carried along by the subtle wind reached my ears followed by the gentle strums of a bass guitar. It was oddly soothing despite all the numbness I felt inside.

"Time and again boys are raised to be men
Impatient they start, fearful at the end
But here was a man mourning tomorrow
He drank, but finally drowned in his sorrow"

Who was the one singing?

Something about that sudden faint voice sparked something up within me.

"He could not break surface tension
He looked in the wrong place for redemption
Don't look at me with those eyes
I tried to unheave the ties"

It was if a new thought had taken priority in my mind as I climbed back over the barrier running along the edge of the bridge.

The voice was so alluring.

"Turn back the time that drew him
But he couldn't be saved
A sadness runs through him
Through him"

My legs started to move involuntarily, slowly approaching the source of the beautiful singing. My mind focused solely upon the voice as I walked down the street. Each melodious note flowing through my ears and sticking with me as it grew louder with each continuing step I took.

"Time and again boys are raised to be men
Impatient they start, fearful at the end
But here was a man mourning tomorrow 
Who drank, but finally drowned in his sorrow"

I soon found myself at an intersection. A boy around my age was perched upon a railing that was near a set of concrete stairs. His blue hoodie hung loosely over his top, black and white chequered van shoes covered his feet and he wore a pair of skinny black jeans. His soft brown hair was spiked up right and his skin had a slight tan to it, much more so than my paled skin tone. Upon closer inspection I noticed the pair of small black stretchers in both his ear lobes and the couple of hooped earrings on the upper part of his left ear.