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Begin or end a story with this line: “Eventually the song had to end.” [Photo by Beautiful, YWP]

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Mar 30

poetry challenge: Eventually

iyukica

Hunger

Have you ever been so hungry,
that you were excited to finish your food just so you could come back for seconds?

Have you ever had so many songs to hear,
that you secretly wanted one to end so you could move on to the next?

Sometimes,
in a destructive combination of ignorance and delusion,
I don’t realize how beautiful the music is,
until it has just barely slipped from my grasp.

I can try to play it again,
but why should I even bother?

When it’s gone,
it’s gone.

For so many years I was excited to see what was next,
always more eager for the next bite than the one I was chewing at the moment.

But the music is never so powerful,
the food never so fulfilling as I had hoped.

I walked steadily my entire life,
eyes and nose blind to the roses beside me,
all senses focused only on my unknown destination.

Posted: 03.30.22

Mar 29

fiction challenge: Eventually

Summit House-WCS

The Next Stop

The song started up as I looked through the grimy window of the bus. It’s pretty quiet tonight, the gentle hum of the bus and Freakin’ Out on the Interstate by Briston Maroney the only things I could hear. That was common. Most people don’t take the bus at 9:30 at night, but then again most people could afford a car. My mom always told me people want what they can’t have. I find that to be very true, once you know you can’t get

Posted: 03.29.22

Mar 29

fiction challenge: Eventually

Summit House-WCS

Eventually, the song had to end, just who would’ve thought it’d be now. I spent my entire life with that man, it feels almost impossible that he’s gone. I still remember the flowers, trees, the fields, oh! Don’t forget the museum! What a wonderful time we had. Now I wish I could go back. I knew that someday my time with him would stop, even if it meant one of us would’ve deceased like now. The thing that hurts me the most is what I’ve never done for him, like that one time. Ah, yes, we were laying together in that cute little field by our village, staring up at the beautiful azure sky. A cheerful quiet place for us to spend our time together. We had to be at least 6 or 7 years old nothing younger, nothing older. We visited the field any chance we got until that fateful day. When the neighboring village trained against us, it sends shivers down my spine just thinking of it.

Posted: 03.29.22

Mar 27

poetry challenge: Eventually

Summit House-WCS

The Little Lady and The Enthralled Boy

Eventually the song had to end
But before that there was
Tapping feet
And mindless chatter
Beautiful belles with cards filled up
And handsome boys giving their attention

And there on the wall
A little lady
Dresses in her very best
And hoping to be seen
And that she was
For clad in the second best
A enthralled boy
Watching
Gathering the courage
To write his name

Eventually the song had to end
But before that there was
A hand put out
An offer accepted
A lead and a follow
A sweep and a twirl
Smiling mouths and twinkling eyes

Eventually the song had to end
But it was just the beginning

Posted: 03.27.22

Mar 25

fiction challenge: Eventually

Ethan

Final Moments

Final Moments

"Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know
to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose."

-Steve Jobs

Eventually the song had to end. It always does, and it always will.

The western winds blew when he died. The sun shone down, glistening off of a small pool of water. The dark trees swayed back and forth in beautiful harmony, singing their heavenly tune to the accompaniment of the chirping angels of the earth. Atop the highest mountain, in a perfect, peaceful, and pure vat of water, five swans spin, silent, mute. Then along the changing wind, a flock of crows descend upon this place of peace. Four land while the others circle ‘round. A bone-shaking call pierces the air. A head turns, a crow’s head. With his dark black eyes he sees the fleeing swans, calling out in shrilling screams.

Posted: 03.25.22

Mar 23

rant challenge: Eventually

CeciliaSweeney

I Love You in the Present Tense

I met him and we matched. We talked and it made sense. When we explored I felt at home. He was my home and I think I was his. We climbed trees, we sat on his roof, we wandered in his orchard, we talked about future plans. College, Baltimore, bakeries, sheep farms in Ireland. I told him what I’d never told anyone. I told him what I’d never told myself. He introduced me to ‘40s music. Fly me to the moon / Let me play among the stars / Let me see what spring is like on / A-Jupiter and Mars. Once upon a time, for a brief spring and summer, we would’ve gone to the moon together. It was us against the world. It would always be just us against the world. Fill my heart with song and let me sing forevermore. We were close and my heart sang. But then we were far, and my heart sunk. When he drifted. When he stopped responding, when he only called me when he was drunk, when he never wanted to see me in person. So, eventually the song had to end. We still match.

Posted: 03.23.22

Mar 23

fiction challenge: Eventually

Peter Gustafson

Tomorrow

Julie Kowalski ,11 Essex Junction

week #28 Eventually

We walked through the courtyard, hands held. Our Converse high tops clapping on the pavement. We thought we were on top of the world, hair swishing and swaying in the wind. Laughter springing out of our mouths. She laughed, I laughed. She smiled, I smiled. Life was great. The sun sprang off cars, bouncing onto windows. She has been a little off lately, but I’m sure it's fine. The scent of flowers drifted into my nose. I exhaled slowly, trying to push out all the air in my lungs so I could take a fresh breath of summer. I closed my eyes, letting the warmth of the sun consume me into comfort. Paige laughed.

“Wow Tammy, never knew you liked summer so much.”

“Well, I was so sick of winter, you know how many times I slipped on ice?”

“Hmmm, nope, no idea, how many?”

“Fourteen times. Did you hear that? Fourteen times,” I said, rolling my eyes.

Posted: 03.23.22

Mar 20

poetry challenge: Eventually

GreyBean

her

1.
it started with silence,
then a baby’s wails
and a mother’s happy tears.

2.
she was six years old
when the war started.
her parents silently cursed
the red
under their breath.
her uncle did it less quietly.

3.
he disappeared a year later,
after he’d sent a letter to the authorities.
he’d asked if they would consider
not sending the general’s children
to their tiny town.
no one saw him again.

4.
she didn’t remember the first time
she saw a daisy.
but she gathered a handful to take back to
her room,
so she could look back on beauty
and see that it
does
last.

5.
she walked to school
under the light shade of trees.
planes flew overhead,
and she couldn’t remember what life had been
like before.

6.
her brother was tricked
into leaving.

(he came back,

Posted: 03.20.22

Mar 17

fiction challenge: Eventually

PiperL

It Always Has to End

I feel like I’m floating

The gentle pounding of the bass coming from my headphones washes me in bliss. I love feeling like this. The music blocks out everything else. The annoying thoughts racing through my head get silenced. They can no longer yell at me to do the bits of homework I’ve been putting off, or to respond to my friend's message that they sent nearly two hours ago.

I shouldn’t be putting off these tasks, but I need a break. The day was hard, and I just got home. A few moments of peace can’t hurt.

The song has a simple rhythm, and there are no vocals. I like music like that. There’s nothing for me to dislike about it. No distracting sounds, no changes in voice that I don't like. Just a simple melody to melt into.

Posted: 03.17.22

Mar 15

poetry challenge: Eventually

LeoDowney

Spinning

Eventually the song had to end and I
frowned at the record, head spinning
you didn’t lift the needle you just
pulled the cord.

Stop rearranging the furniture to feel content,
stop feeling content with rearranging furniture.
I pushed you into the water for a good reason,
I’m sure.

Don’t you hate it when you can’t tell where a
photo was taken?
I don’t write with curlicues anymore, but
I bet you’d hate it anyways.

I leaned over to see the song on repeat
you kept flipping it over like a burned pancake
Talk louder,
I can’t hear.

At some point I forgot that the iris didn’t
bob around the eye like a buoy in opaque saltwater
you said darling, the sun’s not innocuous
and I said I was a liar, wasn’t I?

What happened? The song skipped, the record
didn’t scratch it
shattered.
I’m going to buy a new one
for you

Posted: 03.15.22

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