This is your official invite to the Musical Story Monday Blogfest!
The Musical Story Monday Blogfest!
Time: November 2nd – All Day
Place: Your Blog, My Blog, Everyone’s Blog (well, those who sign up)
Here’s the story:
As writers, stories get planted in our brains by numerous stimuli in the world around us. One of the greatest progenitors of these ideas is music. How many times have you listened to a song and thought “Oh, this would be a great story!” – or, if you’re like me, the story just starts to play in your mind?
This is your invite to let the muse of rhythm and blues (or any genre you choose) take you on a journey.
Here’s how it works:
On your blog, post a song. Take something from Youtube – video or just the song like I did below – and upload it. Below that, post your story. Any genre, any length. (Although I don’t know if people will stop to read full length fantasy novels on your blog if you decide to go that route). No posting of lyrics, though! Just the song or video in its original glory and then your original story.
If you are interested, then sign up! Click on the Inlinkz below and let us know your blog (and your name, bank account….well, maybe not bank account unless you really want to. I won’t object.)
And then, post it on November 2nd! That’s the First Monday in November. After you post your inspired story, go around and visit everyone else that’s participating and leave some comments (encouraging and helpful comments, please). Tag your post with Music Story Monday, and when you tweet it use #MusicStoryMonday. This will help others find your story in addition the Inlinkz above.
I love stories, and I want to read yours! This is my first attempt to put one of these blogfest things together, so we’ll see if it works. If not, it was a good try.
Hope to see all of you on November 2nd! If you want an example of what I’m talking about, I have a song and a story below. Very short story, and a great song. Enjoy!
You can copy the image above and paste it to your Blog to let everyone know you’re going to participate (helps with getting the word out about the event), but it’s not necessary.
I will close the sign up on November 1st at 11:55 PM.
Sergeant Hector Morales pulled the photo from the pocket of his uniform and unfolded it. Blue eyes stared up at him, framed in the angelic and olive skinned face of his wife, Alexandra. Her dark curls stretched behind her and to the side. A smile frozen in time brought the echo of her infectious laugh to play in his head. He pulled the photo to his lips and breathed in deeply.
“I’m coming home, Hermosa.”
He let the photo fold on its familiar lines and pushed back into his breast pocket. The sun peaked above the mountain range in the far distance. In the three years Hector had been on the planet, he had never noticed the beauty of the sunrise. He wasn’t sure what the name of the mountains were. Pyrenees, he thought. His history req’s before touching down on Old Earth were spotty at best, but he was almost certain they were the Pyranees.
“Three years away, and what am I going to tell you of this place, Coranoncito?” he laughed.
The Alliance didn’t send him down here for a vacation, though, and the Resistance didn’t give him much time to take in the sights. That was all over now. The Resistance was put down, and he was going home.
Hector checked his duffle. Again. He stood on the runway ramp waiting for the carrier crew to finish prepping before he could board. Behind him, men from his squadron busied themselves with the same tasks. They checked their duffle bags, kissed photos, and made plans for when they stepped foot on Terra Nouveau.
“All right, listen up!” The loadmaster stepped off the carrier and yelled. The man didn’t need to yell. Hector and everyone around him had their earbuds firmly in place to drown out the noise of the spacecraft and communicate with each other. But flight crew were all the same.
“We’ll begin boarding in five!” The loadmaster continued. “Grab your gear and grab a jumpseat where you can. This isn’t a luxury flight, ladies and gentlemen. We will pass through an ion storm before we break the stratosphere. If you’re prone to getting sick, you might want to stay here. The storm should pass in a month. Anyone staying?”
The squadron all bellowed.
The loadmaster smiled. “That’s what I thought. When the lights on the loading ramp are green, you can come on up,” he disappeared into the carrier again.
Hector laughed to himself. Three years of everything exploding around him, people trying to kill him, and an ion storm was supposed to keep him away from Alexandra?
No. Nothing was going to keep him from her. Not ever again.
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