Stories from songs

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Just for a bit of fun, and mabe create some good storylines I was thinking of taking the opening verse of a song and seeing if it could become a story other than the original song itself self.

For example
Hello darkness my old friend, I have come to talk with you again.
Sounds of silence by Simon and Garfunkel.

Now is it possible to make a story from just that one sentence? It’s about 600 words but could be expanded Ito something greater?
Anymore one else have an idea like this?

"Hello darkness my old friend, I have come to talk with you again."

The whispered words were a shiver in the cold, damp air, barely audible above the distant groan of the city. Emily, eighteen years old and wearing a threadbare coat that offered little protection against the biting wind, hunched deeper into the alcove of a derelict butcher shop. Two weeks. Two weeks since her mother’s door had slammed shut, ejecting her into the indifferent maw of the streets. The darkness, initially a shroud of shame, had become her only confidante, a vast, starless ceiling to her newfound, terrifying solitude.

... [edited= not the place for a story draft]

Emily looked into his eyes, and saw not kindness, but a vast, cold emptiness, a dark pleasure simmering beneath the surface. The realization hit her with sickening force. Her old friend, the comforting darkness, had led her here tonight, not to solace, but to a silent, terrible meeting. And this time, it was not for talking.
 
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There are so many songs based on sex or a sexy situation, why stop at the first line? Just think what you could do with Prince's catalog?
 
There are so many songs based on sex or a sexy situation, why stop at the first line? Just think what you could do with Prince's catalog?
Josie's on a vacation far away
Come around and talk it over
So many things that I wanna say
You know I like my girls a little bit older
 
This might be an idea for the next Writing Exercise.

ETA: I have three stories based on song titles: Into The Night (taken from Springsteen's "Night" for the Born to Run challenge), Flesh for Fantasy and Fairytale of New York.

And one story that starts with a song's opening line: Love at First Sight starts by quoting "A Rainy Night In Soho" by the Pogues: "I've been loving you a long time, down all the years, down all the days".
 
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This might be an idea for the next Writing Exercise.

ETA: I have three stories based on song titles: Into The Night (taken from Springsteen's "Night" for the Born to Run challenge), Flesh for Fantasy and Fairytale of New York.

And one story that starts with a song's opening line: Love at First Sight starts by quoting "A Rainy Night In Soho" by the Pogues: "I've been loving you a long time, down all the years, down all the days".
And I thought this was an original idea. Dam. The idea of this thread was to type out the first bit of the story along with the song it came from. I don’t mind the whole story being posted but forum police will probably shun this so about 500/600 words
 

Walk the night”
Young twink decides to leave a party early and starts walking home when he runs into the “creeper” a large, mysterious man who frightens him but as he stares into his eyes, he feels paralyzed.

Upon his lips the taste of pain
Venom kiss of love insane
He's got a rod beneath his coat
He's gonna ram right down your throat
Make you grovel on the floor
Spit up and scream and beg for more

Creeper kisses him and then spends a rough night with, only letting him catch his breath when the dawn comes and Creeper has to leave


For something softer: “Good luck, babe!”

A lesbian is having a thrilling sex life with another woman but she comes to learn that the woman will never come out of the closet and refuses to return her romantic feelings.

When she confronts the woman on this, she is rebuffed and the woman even immediately goes and hooks up with a number of men and texts her to try and make her jealous. Lesbian lead breaks it off and warns her that she isn’t going to find happiness doing what she’s doing

The woman scoffs but sure enough: years later she’s married but she’s just her husband’s wife. They both got married out of expectation not love and it’s an empty life. Desperate, she calls up her old fling who only tells her “I told you so” and then says to a woman who came into check on her, “it’s no one babe, love you.” And then her ex hangs up and blocks her number
 
This story was based on the lyrics of the song Harper Valley P.T.A by Jeannie C. Riley

If you know the song you should know widower Stella Johnson had a daughter called Dee Dee, she was fifteen, who attended Harper Valley Junior High. One Tuesday Dee Dee came home and said this!

“Mom,” she said, her voice small, “I… I got a note.”

“A note? From school?”

Dear Mrs. Johnson,

It has come to the attention of the Harper Valley P.T.A. that your conduct has recently fallen short of the standards expected of a parent with a child in our esteemed Junior High. We have received numerous reports regarding your attire, specifically the inappropriate length of your dresses, which we find to be excessively high.

Furthermore, there have been credible accounts of you engaging in excessive drinking and inappropriate associations with various men within the community, often late into the evening. Such behavior, we believe, constitutes ‘going wild’ and sets an unacceptable example.

We do not believe you ought to be bringing up your little girl in this manner, as it reflects poorly on our school community and, more importantly, on Miss Dee Dee Johnson. We urge you to reconsider your lifestyle choices for the sake of your daughter’s well-being and reputation.

Sincerely,

The Secretary, Harper Valley P.T.A.

What happens next you will have to aske for a copy to be sent to you, or hope it gets published along with the other 12 stories pending
 
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The above is not the full story that can be found in forum Story feedback due to unfair editing of the thread I created. But with that said Story Ideas is not the place for a complete story. Or is it?
I take this back it’s a literotica rule my mistake.
 
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It takes a fast car lady to lead a double life
It takes a slow start lady if you want to do it twice
You take your backseat rumble
Take your front seat wife
Double Life by The Cars

Great song for starting a Loving Wives tale.
 
Probably only as a first line to a tale, as you have used it. Difficult to see anything but an anally-retentive smart ass trying to use them throughout as some kind of 'cool' bravura.
 
While looking for the Cars song Double Life I came across one of my favourite Cars song My Best Friends Girl. Just the title screams sex but this line is the real hook for a story I think.

You're always dancing down the street
With your suede blue eyes
And every new boy that you meet
He doesn't know the real surprise

Now is this indication of there is something other than a pussy in her pants I wonder?
 
This might be an idea for the next Writing Exercise.

ETA: I have three stories based on song titles: Into The Night (taken from Springsteen's "Night" for the Born to Run challenge), Flesh for Fantasy and Fairytale of New York.

And one story that starts with a song's opening line: Love at First Sight starts by quoting "A Rainy Night In Soho" by the Pogues: "I've been loving you a long time, down all the years, down all the days".
"I've been loving you a long time, down all the years, down all the days, down all the drains..."

(Is it possible that 19 years later, I'm still not over my divorce?)
 
And I thought this was an original idea. Dam. The idea of this thread was to type out the first bit of the story along with the song it came from. I don’t mind the whole story being posted but forum police will probably shun this so about 500/600 words
Fairytale of New York is a story in its own right. I must read your take on it.

Shame you do not allow voting on your story’s it would have been a 5 star from me.
 
That has a great hook for a story. Is the barber shop just that is is a shop that a haircut is actually code for a shaven woman and a trim might mean something else entirely
In Penny Lane, the familiar scent of talcum powder and crisp aftershave perpetually clung to the air within the barber shop, a comforting aroma amidst the bustle of the street. Today, as on countless other days, the barber, a steady hand guided by years of experience, leaned over his latest patron. The sharp glint of the razor caught the gentle morning light filtering through the window, reflecting briefly in the customer's eyes as the cool, foamy lather was expertly scraped away. With each precise stroke, another face emerged, smooth and refreshed, ready to face the day, while the rhythmic snip of scissors and low hum of conversation continued, a timeless tableau in the heart of the bustling Liverpool neighborhood.
 
I tried to vote it wouldn’t let me. Strange. Great take on a great song. Loved it.
Weird. I think it's just one of those little Lit quirks, though. A while ago someone left a comment on another story that they'd tried to vote but couldn't.

Thanks for reading, anyway, and for the kind words.
 
While looking for the Cars song Double Life I came across one of my favourite Cars song My Best Friends Girl. Just the title screams sex but this line is the real hook for a story I think.

You're always dancing down the street
With your suede blue eyes
And every new boy that you meet
He doesn't know the real surprise

Now is this indication of there is something other than a pussy in her pants I wonder?
I saw Momma with Dad the night Craig proposed. She looked on from among the crowd while he went down on one knee in the our favorite pizza joint and offered me his ring. Of course I said "Yes!" Who wouldn't? Craig's a hunk and a half. I already knew we were compatible in bed. It was an easy decision.

As I made my way to the ladies room afterward, Momma pushed me up against the hallway wall. She said, "Pam! You need some advice, trust me on this!"

"What Momma?"

"I know you're already engaged to Doug over in Fairlane. And now you've just gotten engaged to Craig."

I stood there shocked. How could she know? I thought that was a secret! "Momma..."

"Hush child. Listen to me. It takes a fast car lady, to lead a double life."

My jaw dropped. How could my Momma know what I was thinking?

"It takes a slow start lady, if you want to do it twice."

"Momma? What do you mean?"

"How the fuck do you think I kept your dad from finding out about my second marriage?"
 
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