Creative Writing Exercise, Find The Song Titles/ Lyrics
When I was in college a group of us decided to have some fun with an in class writing assignment one day. The mission, write as many song titles and lyrics as possible into a short piece. That day it was a short feature story. Mine was a fake interview with a young business woman.
Today when I was brainstorming I decided to fire off a piece of short fiction with the same mission. By my count there are more than 20 song titles and/ or lyrics in the body of this short story.
Best of luck to you in finding and identifying them.
– When I was a young boy I had a pet named Jeremiah. Jeremiah was a bullfrog. We played and jumped and swam and sunned ourselves. My parents had rules about where we weren’t allowed to play though. Our house, in the middle of our street and at school were high on that list.
As I got older I made friends with other kids instead of frogs. We would pretend that we could be heroes. Whether we were saving the world from Solomon Grundy or Peter Pumpkinhead we always won. We hung out at the playground and the ball park and every game you would hear some kid yell, put me in coach, I’m ready to play! And some dad would be in the stands bragging like, my boy’s gonna play in the big leagues. None of us ever did though. A few got close but Jimmy quit and Jody got married so no dice.
After high school a bunch of us stayed in town and found work. Tommy used to work on the docks, but now he works with me at the mill. It’s not always easy, but it’s always 9 to 5.
With car payments and mortgages things were tough some times. We all had months when we wrote letters that started with, dear mom and dad, please send money. And they always ended with I’m gonna love you forever.
We try to stay out of trouble. We’re just some good old boys making noise for the most part. Maybe we are old enough to know better, but we’re still to young to care. At the end of the day we could all use somebody. And every one of us loves girls with guitars. The only problem is that the girls either want the leader of the pack or the son of a preacher man or the king of the road. They don’t want regular guys like us.
I keep getting older. And while at this point I don’t need no rocking chair, I’m not getting any younger. I should probably start taking better care of myself. But it’s hard ya know, I like my chicken fried and my beer cold.
I’m sure at some point I’ll settle down and learn my lesson. And when I do I’ll stop back in and tell you all about it.
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