#songshorts

[walter-boswell428]

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[jurahmckoi]

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[epicfangirl01]

Salvation

Trigger Warnings: Self Harm, Suicide Attempt, Mild Gore

Chase sat on the floor of his cold prison, waiting for his Master to come. He had to get out. He was slowly falling into madness. Suddenly, a memory resurfaced in his mind. Two sweet children playing in the park, their mother running after them with a beautiful smile on her face. Chase clenched his hair, wailing as the memory fades. They were gone, and they weren't coming back.

*Don't remember, remember…*

There was an intense pain in his chest, as if a monster was clawing at his heart. Hot tears spilled down Chase's face, rolling off of his chin onto the pile of broken glass at his knees. The salty tears burned as they fell onto the gashes that painted his skin crimson.

*Put me to sleep Evil Angel.*

He traces his fingers over the rough lines on his arm, carved to spell out his Master's name. The gashes covered his entire arm, branding him with torn flesh and blood. Chase was His, and he always would be. He waited and waited, praying for his freedom.

*Hoping to find a savior.*

But nobody came.

He grabbed his hair again and curled into a ball, glass slicing his arms as he knelt on the ground. Chase howled, rocking and shaking as the clawing at his heart grew. He will save him. He has to. How could He leave his best puppet alone, kidnapped by his “brothers”? They weren't his family. All Chase needed was Him. They took him away from his wonderful Master. They wanted him to forget. They didn't understand Him like he did.

*I'm a believer.*

“Please,” Chase sobbed. “Master… please! Don't leave me here. Please!”

Prayers and pleas fell from his lips, swearing his undying loyalty to his glorious King, his Mentor, his Master. Without Him, he was nothing.

Through his desperate cries, the room shifted. The shadows swirled and gathered against the wall, forming a dark silhouette as black as death. The shadows watched silently, grinning as Chase lifted a shard of glass up to his neck.

“Nòw͢ p̶upp̴èt҉,̧ ͢is̢ ̕t̀hàt any̢ ẁay̵ ͘t̢o͢ gr͝e҉e͠t̶ ̨m̴e?”

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Hey, guys! I hope you enjoyed my second "Song Shorts" fic! This fic is inspired by "Reclamation" Part 1 and Part 2 in the Obedience series by @egopocalypse. I would HIGHLY suggest reading those. They are absolutely amazing. In addition, this fic is also inspired by the song "Evil Angel" by Breaking Benjamin. For more information about Chase's mindset in this fic, I would also recommend listening to the song.

Thank you River for being an amazing inspiration. I really look up to you a lot, and I hope I did the series justice. It's one of my favorites and I can't wait to see what else you have in store. Thank you so much. You rock! :) <3

If you guys liked this fic, please reblog it with a comment. I heavily rely on feedback to improve (as well for validation because I'm very unconfident and insecure). :/ Please note that I always forget to check tags, in case I don't respond to it. Thank you! It would mean a lot!

Again, thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed it. And if any of you want to be added to my taglist, don't be afraid to let me know! Have a good day! :) <3

Taglist: @brynnicle @beerecordings @plutoandpolaris @iris-the-asparagus

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[2girls1valley]

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[msdroppinit]

Catch 22 - Prince Swanny  #short #songshorts #youtubeshorts

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Saudia - Better Will Come #songshort #shortsong #song #art #brainstart #music #brainstorming #musicelite #elitemusic #musicambassador https://www.instagram.com/p/Byg6Pj6hJgs/?igshid=1shs0cr01ivbn

[syzq-blog-blog]

#2

"Does this mean nothing to you? Don't I mean anything to you?"

"Shut up, just shut the fuck up."

I was livid. She was livid. She was pacing the room, back and forth, back and forth. It wouldn't be long before she fell through the floor from all that stomping around in her cute little shoes with her arms crossed and her hair framing her face. Her beautiful face.

Beautiful? What? No. No, no, no. Back to being livid.

I was livid. Livid that she had the gall to say those things, livid that she was doing this, all over again. This on and off, up and down, love and hate thing that she loved doing so much. Didn't I mean anything to her?

"How can you just sit there like this doesn't matter to you? I mean, after all we've been through, I can't believe you could just sit there and stare into space like this means nothing to you. How?" Crack. "God, you can be such a dick sometimes." Crack, crack. "I can't believe I stayed around this long. I can't believe how much I loved you." Shatter.

And at that moment, I swear I wanted to cry. I wanted to so bad, but I couldn't. My heart was aching in every possible way but nope, not a single tear shed. I certainly wasn't numb to this. Strange though, since she'd pull these stunts pretty much since we'd first started going out. First it was a monthly thing, so I thought it was just lady troubles. Then it happened every fortnight or so, then almost weekly. And as 2 years passed by, she'd find a bone to pick with me nearly every single day.

She'd stopped pacing and swivelled around to stare me down. I could see stains on her face where tears had been, her eyes rimmed with red.

"You know, I really, really thought you were the one, the man of my dreams. But I guess I thought wrong."

Crash.

I could find nothing to say. I wanted to tell her to stop yelling, to swear at her, to beg her to stay but I had nothing. So I got up and out of my chair.

Her brow furrowed. 

I took a step towards her and she took a step back in response.

"What're you trying to do?"

I took another step and caught her in my arms, holding her to my chest. 

"Let go of me!" She hit her fists against my chest and I could hear every single thump resonate in my ears. She'd always been tiny so it wasn't difficult to keep my hold on her but even then, my arms felt empty. Like I was holding on to something I just simply couldn't have anymore.

I buried my face in her hair. She smelled like flowers and something fruit-like and well... her. Her punching slowed down, then stopped and all she could do was stand there and let her hiccuping sobs take over her.

"Shh."

I dropped my arms to rest around her waist and I felt her relax into me. I let my eyes close so I could savour this moment with her. I leaned my body to the left, and right and back again. Soon, I was swaying to a melody up in my head and she was swaying slowly with me. 

As her sobs became less frequent, she looked up at me and I knew, this was it.

This was it.

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[epicfangirl01]

Dance with the Devil

Trigger Warning: Alcoholism

"I ruined everything." Chase sits on the couch, tears in his eyes as he stares at the image on his phone. It was a picture of his family. His two beautiful kids standing at the front, beaming at the camera. Stacy was kneeling behind them, her lips curved into a beautiful smile. Next to her was handsome man with a grin on his face. His left arm was around Stacy and his right hand was on the shoulder of Chase's son. Tears stream down Chase's face, falling onto the screen. He hasn't seen Stacy so happy in years. They all look happy. "Do they even miss me?" he sobs.

Chase trembles, his fingers clutching his hair. He wants to... No. Needs to drown them out. He glances at the whiskey bottle on the table across the room. He shouldn't. He told himself to be strong...

Don't you dare look at him in the eye.

But he can't take it anymore. He has to wash the pain away. Chase stands up and walks to the other side if the room. He feels the smooth, cool glass of the bottle as he twists off the cap.

Hold on.

Chase puts the bottle up to his lips and takes a big swig of whiskey.

After drinking a full bottle, Chase stumbles to the bathroom, whiskey bottle in hand. He puts the bottle down on the counter and looks into the mirror. His vision is fuzzy around the edges, as he looks at his reflection. He looks like crap. His eyes are red from the tears and there are bags under his eyes. As Chase looks into the mirror, he swears he sees his reflection shift.

Say goodbye...

He notices a sinister smile on his reflection's face, and he takes a step back. It blinks and its eyes turn pitch black. A cut forms on the creature's neck, spilling blood down its throat. The creature chuckles as a pained expression forms on Chase's face.

"Pathetic. You were doing so well, too. You were sober for a week. What would Stacy say?" the demon growls.

"Leave me alone, Anti," Chase mumbles. Anti glitches and tilts his head. Then, Chase hears Anti begin to hum softly.

As we dance with the devil tonight.

He's hasn't noticed before, but something about Anti is off. Chase can't put a finger on it. Why was he holding back? Why doesn't Anti kill him? He shakes away his thoughts. It doesn't matter.

"Get out of here, Anti. Don't you have anything better to do?" Chase grumbles.

"You were never good enough for them," Anti continues, "You are a failure, and that's all you'll ever be." Anti's voice surrounds Chase, his voice ringing out in a calm, clear tone.

"Sh-shut up," Chase stammers. He shakes and clenches his fists. Why can't Anti leave him be?

Anti stares at Chase, a wide grin forming on his face as the drunken man fell deeper into insanity.

"They don't love you. They never loved you. And why should they?"

I won't last long, in this world so wrong.

"I said SHUT UP!!!" Chase snapped. He reaches over, grabbing the empty whiskey bottle by the neck. He raises it high above his head before slamming it into the mirror, the shards of glass showering over him.

Chase collapses on the ground, weeping as he covers his face with his hands. He lies on the ground surrounded by the shards that caused him so much torment. If only he had recognized the face in the mirror.

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Hey, guys! So I finally got a chance to finish one of my latest fics. And as I was writing it, I got even more ideas for it, so now it will be a series! This fic is inspired by the song "Dance with the Devil" by Breaking Benjamin. So, (despite the length of this fic) the series I have is called "Song Shorts"! I hope you like it!

Taglist: @plutoandpolaris @beerecordings @brynnicle

[syzq-blog-blog]

#1

Sand. Miles and miles of dusty road ahead surrounded by nothing but sandy desert. He groaned as he slammed the hood shut and leaned against the side of the car, head in hands.

"We're gonna have to wait till someone finds us here. Who knows how long that'll take."

I looked down at my phone but nope, no reception in this godforsaken place.

Sliding back into his seat, he cracked open a beer and emptied it in barely a gulp. I caught myself staring as he lazily wiped off the foam from his lips with the back of his hand. Beads of sweat were languidly rolling down the sides of his face and down his neck.

He was quite the good looker, tall and lean with a head of curls that I yearned to run my fingers through. His skinnies were torn at the knees, probably purchased that way. He'd unbuttoned his plaid shirt a little less than halfway hours ago, I wasn't complaining.

I raised my hand to shield my eyes from the sun. It was hot, and the way that he was looking at me wasn't helping one bit.

"We'll find something to do."

I'd packed my bags earlier that night, scribbled a careless farewell note on the nearest scrap of paper and walked out that door for the last time. Bittersweet? Barely. Anywhere on Earth was better than that Hell. It wasn't a secret that I didn't have the most normally functioning household. And in a town where nobody kept secrets anyway, it was hard to live peacefully with the constant whispering and sideward glancing. But I took a moment to watch the sun rise and bathe my house (not home) in its orange glow.

I walked a long while before he drove by me. It was hard not feeling a little like Vivian Ward as he rolled down the window and asked me where I was headed. 'Nowhere really' and just like that, I was tossing the little I had in the boot of his car and sitting shotgun.

We exchanged the usual pleasantries as he drove. One hand on the wheel, the other interchanging between mussing up his hair and propping up his head.

"So what do you do?" Just trying to be polite.

"Music. Driving out to the city to find a job to feed me, maybe make a name for myself while I'm at it."

It looked like he'd been living out of his car, clothes and empty beer cans strewn across the backseat. But right centre, as if he'd put it there so that it'd have its very own seat, was his guitar.

"What's on your mind?"

I blinked a few times and realised I'd been lost in thought standing in the middle of the road. Maybe the heat was getting to me. He stood up to offer me a bottle of water - I wasn't much of a drinker - and I could feel his eyes on me as I took one sip, then another.

"Hot, isn't it?" Reaching his hand for my forehead, he used the pad of his thumb to wipe away the sweat collecting on my brow. I nodded and looked up, right into his eyes. So I barely knew him, but boy, those eyes seemed to see right into the depths of my soul, like all my most precious secrets were words he could read.

And as he inched so achingly slow towards me, I could feel the skin of my face burn from the inside. I breathed in the salty scent of his skin.

He was going to be one secret that I wouldn't want to keep.