Wednesday Words: Rock It

Another Hump Day, another writing nudge. I may no longer be associated with #1lineWed over on Twitter, but I still look to the “game” for inspiration. This week’s word is *ROCK.* I wish I could explain this snippet. I can’t. You’ll find out why at the bottom.
“Here, let me help you begin.” The man placed the pen between my lifeless fingers and squeezed because there was no way in hell I could hold the damn thing. His smile would have sent shivers through me if I’d had control of my body.

A voice inside my head screamed at me. “NO!”

Well, d’uh. I knew I didn’t want to sign that document.

“Fight, baby.”

Stupid voice. I wasn’t a baby either. My eyes burned and I needed to blink but that wasn’t gonna happen.

“Just sign your name.” The man sounded impatient.

Yeah, easy for him to say. I had no clue what my name was, therefore there was no way in bloody hell I could sign anything. So there. If my mouth worked, I would have stuck my tongue out at the SOB.

“I suppose we’ll need a little practice first.”

I suppose? Who freaking talked like that? He guided my hand over a blank piece of paper. G-L-O-R-I-A. I suddenly wanted to rock out. Gloria, Gloria, think they got your number, Gloria. Are the voices in your head calling, Gloria? I sang in my head in my best rock-chick voice. Too bad I couldn’t do it out loud. If I hadn’t been paralyzed, I’d be head-banging all over the place.

“Glory!” Stupid voice yelling in my head.

“What!” I yelled back.

“Stop dickin’ around.”

“Easy for you to say.”

“Gotta rescue yourself, babe.” Like d’uh again, dude.

“Yeah, right. Can’t move, remember? Suggestions?”

Silence. I waited. No pearls of wisdom from the peanut gallery. I was on my own. Just like always.
Sometimes, I get random ideas and write random snippets. Sometimes, they fit into the puzzle of a WIP and the words are integrated. Sometimes, they remain just random bits. Glory might develop into a character though this particular scene might not make it due to copyright stuffs. Song lyrics are touchy. But this isn’t for financial gain so I think I’m okay. Is your name part of the lyrics of a song? And do you have any rock-ing words to share?

A nod to Laura Branigan, the artist who sang “Gloria” and to Jonathan King, Giancarlo Bigazzi & Umberto Tozzi, who wrote the song.


About Silver James

I like walks on the wild side and coffee. Lots of coffee. Warning: My Muse runs with scissors. Author of several award-winning series--Moonstruck, Nightriders MC, The Penumbra Papers, and Red Dirt Royalty (Harlequin Desire) & other books! Purveyor of magic, mystery, mayhem and romance. Lots and lots of romance.
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2 Responses to Wednesday Words: Rock It

  1. Ooo, loved it! So much awesome in there.

    Funny, you spelled out Gloria and my brain went to the old tune by THEM, written by Van Morrison (had to look up who did it). G-L-O-R-I-A… Gloria! Which is funny because Laura Branigan was more during my formative years than Them.

    Let’s not talk about the most famous song with my name in it, please. I loathe that song. And if I had a nickle for every silly boy who thought singing it in my ear would make me swoon, I’d buy earplugs for my past self. I should’ve made that a major checkmark against any man who sang it to me. Would’ve saved me years of trouble. Hubs, of course, has never and would never sing it to me. Smart man.

    Sorry, got distracted. No rockin’ words from me this morning. I’ve got brain drain. Coffee IV, STAT!

    • Silver James says:

      I’m not laughing. Nope. Not. Laughing. …

      And yeah, I first thought of the Van Morrison but then the voices in her head and I went straight to Branigan. Weired how our brains store up weird $h!+ and spits it out when least expected. 😉

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