Shuffle Creative Writing Meme

How Could This Happen To Me? : Simple Plan

The sea began to grow rougher as the captain attempted to keep his head above the waves. He was growing weaker by the moment, loss of blood causing even more difficulty. Wincing as he went under again, Spectre's eyelids gradually flickered shut, mind enthralled in copious thoughts.
"Elizabeth...," he cringed as he felt the final breath seep from his lungs, "...I'm sorry... so very sorry..."
With that, the captain submerged beneath the lifeless waves below, awaiting the light.

Believe : Yellowcard

Benji sat at the edge of the cot he and Yuki had shared for the past few months, tears running freely down his soft freckled cheeks. He gradually rubbed his eyes with his knuckles, hoping that somehow it would dry the salty tears that kept flowing. Nevertheless, he only continued. It was only when the doorway parted that he cocked his head towards it, recognizing the figure standing within.
"Y-Yuki..."
The taller teen sat alongside of the young therian, only to receive Benji's arms thrown around him, sobs being caught by Yuki's chest. Tenderly stroking Benji's back, Yuki hushed him as he pulled him in tighter, pressing his face down into the younger boy's hair.
"...don't worry," he whispered, "everything's going to be alright... I'm home..."

Down and Out : Tantric

The fur on Flint's back began to rise gradually as his snout wrinkled, exposing his sharp, gleaming fangs. His paws unfolded, reveling human-like digits- long claws at the tip of each. His brown eyes glinted in ferocity as Bowie lunged once more, this time grabbing hold of his throat in his jaws.
Flint winced as he shook his head back and forth, managing to throw Bowie from him, the snow white wolf glowering as he charged again. This time, however, Flint dodged the attack. Bowie skid across the ground with a grunt, both wolves turning to each other and eying one another down. Snorting, they hunched their shoulders, pulling back finally as they launched themselves into the air, both colliding as their claws tore across each other.

That Don't Impress Me Much : Shania Twain

Again Flint leaned against Ashanti, eyebrows waggling in interest, the young Egyptian woman sighing heavily. Shooting him an irritated glance from the corner of her golden eyes, Ashanti pulled away.
"Do you mind?" she asked quite aggravated, Flint blinking uneasily, cocking his head to the side in confusion.
"Um...what is wrong?" he asked, Ashanti only grimacing at his heavy...and quite frankly... dopey accent.
Pressing a finger to his nose, Ashanti pushed him away, causing him to topple over backwards off the couch. Smirking from the corner of her mouth, she shook her head, getting to her feet before shooting him a final glance.
"Don't get me wrong, you're cute," she smirked, Flint blinking in confusion, "but... you've got a long way to go."

Somewhere : Within Temptation

Elizabeth stood on the dock, hand over her heart as the wind began to pick up. It was another night without her husband, and even though he had been pronounced dead at sea years before, she still had a feeling that he was out there somewhere. Hearing footsteps come up behind her, Elizabeth glanced over her shoulder momentarily, noticing young Laurelin standing before her.
"Mama, what's wrong?" she asked, rubbing her tired eyes as Elizabeth sighed, picking her up into her arms and smiling slightly.
"It's nothing, dear."
"Why are you so sad? ...are you thinking about daddy?"
Elizabeth paused, finally nodding her head and pressing her forehead against her daughter's with a sigh. "Aye, love."
"Do you think he's out there somewhere?"
Elizabeth hesitated, glancing out to the sunset, colors illuminating the waves in the distance before nodding. "Aye. I don't think it, darling... I know it. He's out there... somewhere... waiting for us. One day we'll be together again... and then... we'll all be free."

Virgina Company : Opening song from Pocahontas

Leaning against the rail at the bow of his ship, Spectre smirked as he gazed into the distance. Although he knew he would be spending months away from his wife, Elizabeth, he was certain that his final voyage would bring about quite a bit of gold. Giving the command, the sails were hoisted as the crew began to sing below deck, the ship casting off.

Ocean Soul : Nightwish

The waves began to lap against the rocky shores, being lit by the stars above. There was no moon in the sky tonight, only the delicate white diamonds to light the land. Aside from the gentle breeze and waves, the land was still.
Upon the rocks, a young woman sat, flute in her hands as she played a melodious tune, the breeze tossing her thick blonde locks of hair. Pulling her lips away from the instrument, she gazed out to sea, as if awaiting an answer to her song. Nevertheless, her only response was the rolling in of the waves. Sighing heavily, the woman slid silently below into the sea, her legs becoming a dazzling aquamarine tail fin. If the land wasn't to give her an answer, she would sell her soul to the sea.

Forever : Papa Roach

The candlelight flickered throughout the cabin, Spectre seated at his desk miserably. He took another swig of rum from his bottle, tugging the rim of his hat over his eyes, memories beginning to return to him.
"I was such a fool," he hissed through tightly gritted teeth, allowing the now empty bottle to fall to the ground.
Staring helplessly to the image of his wife before him, Spectre sighed heavily, pulling it towards him feebly. He clenched it teeth together as he trembled softly, bowing his head, attempting to blink his tears back.
"I'm sorry, Elizabeth... I was a fool..."

El Dorado : Elton John

Another golden coin was flicked in the direction of Emilio- the first mate on the notorious pirating ship "The Diamond". Blinking his eyes feebly, Emilio ran his fingertips over the coins that had been heading his way in the past few minutes, cocking his head in the direction of the captain, now seated at his desk.
"That about does it. Half the share."
"Half!?" Emilio almost choked when he took note of only a good ten or so coins before him. "There is no way this is half, sir."
Spectre shrugged his shoulders as he leaned back with a smirk, rocking steadily. "It's more than the other crew members get."
"Aye, but I'm your first mate," Emilio responded, tapping his lips with a smirk. "Besides, it's because of me your lovely wife hasn't found out about the incident in Barbados. After all... I always could tell her."
Spectre's eyes widened before grunting, tossing Emilio his full share as he turned away with a huff.
"...you're lucky you're my friend..."

Pretty Fly For A White Guy : The Offspring

Crossing his arms, Yuki glared venomously at Flint, the German boy blowing kisses with a wink, the group of girls that had been watching rolling their eyes with a scoff and walking away. Snorting, Yuki tugged him by the shoulders over to the blanket he was laying on, causing Flint to turn around.
"What?"
"You're such a ditz," Yuki spat, "isn't it obvious they don't want anything to do with you?"
Flint blinked steadily, completely ignoring Yuki. He remained like that for a moment, until he finally allowed his lips to curl up, eyes squinting in a perverted lust.
"Ladies love me."
Slapping his forehead, Yuki ignored the boy as he once more took to attempting to attract the unsuspecting young women on the beach.