Frain Sings the Blues
“It’s my instrument of death,” Crash screamed from stage. “And it’ll cause your wrath,” he finished, unable to find a suitable rhyme for his dark song.
Backstage, disturbed by the crowd leaving instead of begging for an encore, Crash went on a rage when I asked about his songwriting skills.
“Meth would work,” I suggested.
“Yaaasss,” Crash screamed. “Gimme some now.”
“No, no, I don’t have any meth. I meant it’s a good rhyme for death.”
His angry eyes grew three sizes. He hoisted his Fender. Twirled it above his head like a cowboy with a lasso. Flung it at me like I was a calf.
His G-string snapped. And then my neck.
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Not exactly Roberta Flack killing me softly with her song, but thank goodness the weekend finally showed up. I’m gonna need Sunday to recuperate. This daily dying gets a little exhausting. See y’all back here Monday morning when I get in trouble again.
Oh dear. Although if you’re going to die by guitar, I think you go Gibson. No, no, you’re right. Fender axe. Good death. Good death.
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We revere Bob Gibson in this household. No way we break a Gibson guitar or Gibson anything else. Too valuable. As opposed to, say, my life! So what am I talking about, right? Sheesh, I long for the day I start making sense.
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Good lad. A Gibson, especially a Les Paul must never be smashed or trashed or any of that.
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YAY! This post finally made it to your blog. I was hyperventilating without the story of your death today.
How will I make it thru Sunday without your death? Hmmmmmm. Maybe I’ll have to orchestrate it myself =)
PS – not sure first person POV of a murder victim works, especially at the end. But I understand. After six deaths you’re due for some recuperation.
H is for ham, horse, hooters, hockey puck, helmet, hippo?
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I’ve read a few books written in first person by the person who died. The Lovely Bones (No, I’m absolutely NOT comparing anything I’ve written to Lovely Bones) is a good example. But I see what you’re saying there. I wonder if I have any more in the queue that way? I was playing around with M today and it was me telling the story post-death, so I may have that problem again. But the story wasn’t coming together anyway. I’m having a devil of a time with M, which seems weird.
Anyway, thanks for the check in, but try not to enjoy my demise so much!! I tried hockey puck for H, couldn’t get it to come out right, so you had a good guess there. It was my original H plan.
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LOL! You have one heck of an imagination. . I wondered if you die of Gout! 😀
Calen~
Impromptu Promptlings
A to Z Challenge Letter F
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Eww, gout would be a lousy way to go. But I don’t know if anyone could murder you with gout. Maybe some weird mad scientist could figure it out. Never fall into a debt you cannot repay to a mad scientist. My best advice for the weekend.
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Very true. Gout is a noun, not a verb. You couldn’t gout someone to death!
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A lovely musical (death) note to end week one on. Can’t wait for you to die again on Monday. Loving your theme John.
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Thanks, Iain. It’s a bit of a painful theme, but I’m enjoying it as well.
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I was actually at a concert last night. Luckily no one died (that I know of) and the guitar strings stayed put. (Plus killed by a g-string could have a entirely different vibe.)
G is for Gardasil—Is It Safe?
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Yes, no coincidence that it was Crash’s G-string. Makes the death even worse if you ask me. Oh, won’t you asking me? I always think somebody’s asking me for my opinion!
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“I totally killed on stage last night” means something different than I thought!
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Haha! Yaaassssss! I love that line now.
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Love the guitar weapon! Can hardly wait to read your post on Monday!
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Thanks! Hopefully I’ll have recuperated enough by Monday to survive another bow.
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Yes! Maybe death by hippo?
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Wow that’s a good one! I needed the weekend break to catch up with everybody I have bookmarked to read!
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I’m still needing the weekend, and I have to go work in a couple minutes, so I’ll be catching up till later tonight … just in time to get polished off again!
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Gives a new meaning to “killer riff”.
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Ha! Well done, Nick. Wish I’d thought of that before posting.
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Again… wasn’t your fault? Why did you mentioned meth in front of that gay?
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Eva – Mail Adventures
G is for Giant
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Hey, I never claimed to be the smart one around here!
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I’ve had the same problem with my G- strings although I’ve never killed anyone cos my knicker elastic broke. Must be something to do with being a rock star…
Great idea for A to Z. Like it a lot.
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LOL! But I thought you were a rock star. You better be careful with those G-strings in the future, it might be contagious.
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Thanks for pointing out my mistake in my post! I appreciate it. The old memory isn’t what it used to be! Love the story.
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Love these fantastic short stories! Excellent work 🙂
Absolutely Amazing Alliteration
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