Take a PJ lyric and use it as the inspiration for the first paragraph of a novel...:)

FinsburyParkCarrots

Okay, I'll start with "Why Go?"......

Waking up to musty cotton, like the smell of a room in an unpopular Bed and Breakfast, she juts her head back away from the sharp realisation of consciousness. Spaces inverting, ceilings and walls changing from form to space, disproportions, curtain shadows. Unfamiliar, familiar. But this is no stranger's room, it is her own; it is not her own; it is a stranger's. Dark crumbling pink gaps in the plaster, she reaches out from the bedsheet with an outstretched, naked arm to pick again, as she has for the five months since they put her in here. Whose arm? The downy hairs; the goosebumps, the awkward sinew viewed dispassionately by a stranger. Her. Today, somewhere. Another day, and someone's calling. Letter H. Here. Me. She is supposed to go home today.



This could be a good creative writing thread....:D

FinsburyParkCarrots

I hope you're all scribbling hard and not being reticent or apathetic about this one...

Think of one song from each album you could develop into a prose idea....

tenaciousA

It'd been ten years since she'd seen him. Seen him lying in a small room on a standard, hospital-issue gurney. He'd obviously been rolled across the alley on this thing and into the room where the "wakes" were held. Wakes. Fucking ironic. Once they stopped drinking ale from pewter mugs, people stopped waking up. The tradition should've ended right there. Still, there he lay. Her dad's body, puffed up and ugly under a hospital-issue, pink waffle-weave blanket, his ears as big as the palms of her hands, the smell of decay rich and sweet all about him. He was dead, and there was no kissing death full on the mouth. Of course if anyone knew what she was thinking, they'd have prompty written it off as grief-induced madness. Nobody knew. She needed to be strong in the face of such loss. But here it was. A ten year old "wake" for her grief. A ten year old itch to burn in the crematorious fires after he proved to everyone, he wasn't waking up.