Friday Fiction – Finding Writing Inspiration
Where do you find writing inspiration?
It can come from anywhere; a photograph, a news story, some choice words, a song.
I always loved this song by Richard Marx. The words tell a story of their own and it fascinated me. I had never seen the video until I looked it up on YouTube to add here. Sometimes you need a music video to bring a song to life, but this is one example where it’s not needed. I’m not saying that it is not a good video, only that you can create a vivid picture in your own mind just from listening to the words.
I created a piece of dialogue based on the story in this song. Have a listen and then see what you think. What would your take on this story be?
‘I thought I’d find you here’
‘Can’t have been difficult. This is where I always am’
‘Why didn’t you come and get me first, like we agreed? Richie, answer me, what’s wrong?’
‘What do you mean, you know’
‘I know about you and him. I saw you together’
‘Richie, I’m sorry. It just happened. I didn’t mean for it to, I was…’
‘Don’t insult me, Mary I am not an idiot’
‘Of course not, I’m sorry’
‘Yeah, you just said that’
‘It never would have worked out between us you must realise that’
‘No, why would I? As far as I was concerned, we were forever. You were my one, Mary. You understood me when no one else would even try. I thought you felt the same’
‘What you and I had, Richie, it was amazing, intense, but I don’t love you. Not like that anyway. We had a great time but I’m moving on now and so should you.’
‘So just like that, you’ve had enough and you’re leaving me. No discussion, nothing, is that all I get for giving you everything? Were you using me, was that it? I was the creepy dangerous one that no one else wanted to know, did that excite you, Mary?
‘In one way, yes, but no one understood me either. We were two misfits who found each other. I didn’t use you. Look, I am so sorry that you saw me before I had a chance to tell you myself. Believe me, this is not how I wanted this to end. I will never forgive myself for hurting you, but I need to go now, you need to let me go.’
‘You can’t go, don’t you understand. I thought we could leave this town, start a new life somewhere else. Then I realised that’s never going to be possible. This is our place. This river, it runs through you and me; like blood. It is part of us both. You can never leave it and it can never leave you.’
‘Richie, what are you going to do?’
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