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Weekend Challenge: Song Titles

Greetings all!

This week, I bring you a COMPLETELY RANDOM prompt experience.

I have 35,607 songs on a flash drive. Your task is to simply tell me HOW MANY prompts you want, and then I'll give you that many song titles.

No context, no artists, no links.. just a random string of words (or, in the context of one-word titles, a word)

Fingers crossed that it'll prompt you something exciting!


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Jan. 11th, 2019 02:17 pm (UTC)
I'd like one please!
Jan. 11th, 2019 02:23 pm (UTC)
Your prompt is: King of New York

Happy Writing!
Jan. 11th, 2019 03:08 pm (UTC)
As I'm going to attempt to finish my WIP draft this weekend *fingers crossed* throw me 3 and I'll see what I can do with them in that context.
Hopefully some good fits :D
Jan. 11th, 2019 03:13 pm (UTC)

Your prompt is: Brompton Cocktail
Your prompt is: This Ain't a Love Song
Your prompt is: Shaky Ground

Happy Writing!
Jan. 11th, 2019 03:26 pm (UTC)
The second two I think I can work in easy :D
The first one...not sure what it is...so not sure if I should look it up or fake it.
I'm thinking faking it will work well :D
Jan. 11th, 2019 04:03 pm (UTC)

I'd say make it up. :D
Jan. 12th, 2019 08:48 pm (UTC)
#1 Shaky Ground
Behind the security of the locked door, where he dared not turn on the lights for fear of detection from outside, he dropped one piece of clothing after another in a wet, weary trail leading into the bathroom. In that room only, with no windows to give away his presence, he closed the door and turned on the light in order to inspect his reflection in the wide mirror which hung above the sink. The fresh injuries were almost unnoticeable against the evidence of his abduction beatings, a collection of wounds that never entirely healed before they were joined by new ones. He could not recall the last time he had seen himself, his face, his torso, without bruises, abrasions, burns and blood.
In the Shed, no one ever asked questions. With a number of fight clubs scattered throughout Hebenon, some legal, some not, it was easy to assume that someone in his constant state of disrepair was a member of one of them…particularly since a small man like Rhyd was bound to take a beating at the hands of larger opponents.
It meant he never had to lie. It meant his secrets were safe.
Or at least they had been.
His future was on shaky ground now. But it would not stop him from keeping the promise he had made to Skelter. He would see his friend free if it was the last thing he did.
Jan. 12th, 2019 09:01 pm (UTC)
#2 This Ain't a Love Song
Thankfully, as he dropped onto the sofa where he had previously slept, the hemp fabric smelling more like himself then Jaron, he noted an oxygen tank and mask at the end of it, left over from the days he had spent here in recovery from his ordeal. There had not been enough days since then to dispose of it, to return it to a med facility for recycling or redisposition to someone else.
Or maybe Jaron had kept it here with the underlying hope that Rhyd would come back.
He growled again, turned the nob, and positioned the mask over his mouth and nose.
“This ain’t a cazzing love song,” he muttered as the increased flow of oxygen into his struggling lungs began to calm him with its soothing effect.
Nothing in his life had ever been a love song. What he had believed to be so had, as of tonight, turned into nothing but a bitter lie.
He was not going to mourn over that. He was not going to pine for something lost, for something better.
Rhyd would cling to the anger, to the betrayal, and use it as fuel to bring Skelter back.
He refused, as he allowed the oxygen and the mild alcohol buzz in his blood, to think of anything existing beyond that.
Jan. 12th, 2019 09:45 pm (UTC)
And #3..Brompton Cocktail....but still making words
“You’ve been out late.”
Jaron noted the probing nature of the accusation and the same time as he noticed the large glass in Oliver’s hand and the familiar tang of orange, cinnamon, and vodka that hung in the air like an invisible cloud. Opening his mouth left the taste of it on his tongue and he frowned.
“Bit early for a Brompton’s Cocktail, isn’t it?” he challenged in a tone of physical exhaustion.
He hoped it did not also convey emotional exhaustion. That would lead to questions he did not want to try to lie his way through.
There was likely an empty vodka bottle in the recycles. The orange juice was probably empty as well. If Oliver was drinking so early, he had probably not slept.
Oliver shrugged. “Duty demands sacrifices.”
While he might have only meant the sacrifice of lost sleep, Jaron believed he meant much more. He did not ask what.
“Anything I can do?”
The momentary sparkle in Oliver’s eyes made Jaron regret the offer at once, but he was grateful that the dark-skinned man shrugged and shook his head no instead of taking Jaron up on his perceived offer.
Jan. 11th, 2019 04:44 pm (UTC)

I'm in. Hit me with 3 please.

Jan. 11th, 2019 04:50 pm (UTC)
Your prompt is: When I Get There
Your prompt is: Charmaine
Your prompt is: Eating the Peach

Happy Writing!
Jan. 11th, 2019 04:52 pm (UTC)
Happy weekend!!

I'll be ambitious and ask for six, please.
Jan. 11th, 2019 05:05 pm (UTC)
Your prompt is: Nervous and Weird
Your prompt is: Staple it Together
Your prompt is: Hello, Dolly!
Your prompt is: Sleigh Ride
Your prompt is: Can We Pretend
Your prompt is: Finesse

Happy Writing!
Jan. 11th, 2019 05:03 pm (UTC)
I would like three, please and thank you!
Jan. 11th, 2019 05:06 pm (UTC)
Your prompt is: Lock and Load
Your prompt is: Pavement
Your prompt is: Social Disease

Happy Writing!
Jan. 11th, 2019 06:54 pm (UTC)
I have written not a word this January. Can I have three please?
Jan. 11th, 2019 06:55 pm (UTC)
Nor have I! At least we're in good company?

Your prompt is: Your Song
Your prompt is: One Fine Day
Your prompt is: Soda Pop

Happy Writing!
Jan. 13th, 2019 10:25 pm (UTC)
For “Your Song”

how wonderful life is (755 words) by helsinkibaby
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: NCIS
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Ellie Bishop/Nick Torres
Characters: Lucia Campbell, Nick Torres
Additional Tags: Fluff, Het, Babies, Sibling Bonding, Community: 1-million-words

Lucia does Nick a favour. Getting to say “I told you so” is a bonus.

Jan. 11th, 2019 09:34 pm (UTC)
May I have 7 please?
Jan. 12th, 2019 02:02 pm (UTC)
Of course!

Your prompt is: Running Gun Blues
Your prompt is: Saloons and Wagons
Your prompt is: Finn's Confession
Your prompt is: What You Do About Me
Your prompt is: Barbossa Is Hungry
Your prompt is: The National Anthem
Your prompt is: Just To Get High

Happy Writing!
Jan. 12th, 2019 02:20 am (UTC)
May I please have 4 prompts? I have a feeling I will need to write after (or now, during) tonight's H50. Thank you!
Jan. 12th, 2019 02:00 pm (UTC)
Your prompt is: We'll Sing in the Sunshine
Your prompt is: Dreamgirl
Your prompt is: O Holy Night
Your prompt is: The Mighty Fall

Happy Writing!
Jan. 12th, 2019 10:41 am (UTC)
I'll take ten!
Jan. 12th, 2019 01:59 pm (UTC)
Good luck!

Your prompt is: Judge Me
Your prompt is: Oye Como Va
Your prompt is: Ready For Change
Your prompt is: For Once in My Life
Your prompt is: Day Old, Day Old Poi
Your prompt is: Marry You
Your prompt is: The Great Deception
Your prompt is: As The Eagle Flies
Your prompt is: Lovin' You
Your prompt is: Boombox

Happy Writing!
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