Seeking: Red Writing Hood Prompt ‘Music’

The fruitless search for a purpose plagued him even when he tried to sleep.
Not that he needed sleep…but he enjoyed the feeling when she was with him.
His hand found hers and held it tightly in the dark as he listened to the song pumped gently into the air by her little clock radio.

From the hills I look up at stars
And feel the darkness swell like a bruise
And in my head, I’m playing with words
I scramble and strain to find the right ones
sometimes there are none.

He knew what the singer was talking about. They were alike in their search for inspiration.
She was his muse now, the only thing that made any sense in the world. He kissed her suddenly, and she moaned in her sleep, disturbed by his movements. He’d follow her to the ends of the earth. If only she had reason to stay.
And as the sounds of the guitar floated through his head, a wonderful idea came like a flash of lightning.
He gently extricated himself from his lover’s comfort and rushed to his desk. Taking an empty pad of paper and a pen, he began to write until he ran out of paper. Sketches, diagrams and plans fell to the floor. It was morning when he held up the last sheet, smiling at the final design.
Behind him, as the dawn light tickled her face, his lover sat up and crawled over the bed to reach him, wrapping her arms around him. “What is it, babe?” she said, sweet and low from slumber. Her eyes took in the papers on the floor and his sleepless appearance.
“I’ve done it,” he said, swiveling to look at her.
“Done what?” she asked in a wide yawn.
“Made my mark on the world, love,” he said. “I couldn’t have done it without you.”
“Me?” she said and snorted, looking skeptically at him from behind heavy eyelids. “I was asleep.”
“I just needed you and a little music,” he said, showing her the drawing.
“What do you call them?” she asked, smiling. “They’re beautiful.”
“They’re called Fae,” he said, tasting the name aloud on his lips for the first time. Then he reached up and kissed his muse.

So this was my answer to the Red Writing Hood Challenge for the week.

Believe it or not, this is backstory to my original YA fantasy series Ebony, although it won’t make any sense as part of that until well after it is published! For now enjoy as a standalone, hah.

The song that inspired this writing was “Church of the Pines” by Sun Kil Moon, from the album Admiral Fell Promises.

Here are the full lyrics. I wanted so badly to fit in the phrase: “dense vines strangle the black oaks” because it was such a fitting sentence, but I could not, sadly!

I hope you enjoy the song. It’s been stuck in my head for days now.

Here are the lyrics. I in no way own this song, it is completely the copyright of Mark Kozelek and Sun Kil Moon!!

Spring, spring.. flowers blossom and bloom.
Squirrel, squirrel.. jump down onto my roof.
Sparrow, Cardinal, hummingbird.
Redwood, holly tree, juniper…

The service moves slowly through the hills
Faint sound of the highway
Night sets on the church of pines,
Ending the day, they laid down to rest.

From my room, I look at the street
And see the youths passing along
While I unwind, head in a song.
And in my bed, I play the guitar
I loosen the strings ’til I find a tone
And if it don’t come… then I put it down.

Howl, howl.. dogs of the neighborhood
Moon glow, over the gravestones
Dense vines, strangle the black oaks
the lamp light, the fallen fence posts.
The sun rises over the tree line….
With welcoming morning light.
Day sets on the church of pines,
one day we’ll all.. be laid to rest.

From the hills I look up at stars
And feel the darkness swell like a bruise
And in my head, I’m playing with words
I scramble and strain to find the right ones
sometimes there are none.
sometimes they don’t come.

Write On Edge: Red-Writing-Hood

The Prompt:

“For Friday, let your character be inspired by music. It doesn’t have to be a specific song or genre, it doesn’t even have to exist anywhere outside your mind. Show us in 400 words or less how your character reacts to a piece of music. It can advance a story line or provide a character sketch–or both!

Come back and link up with us on Friday.”


  1. I’m glad you included the note about context, because I admit, I felt a little lost. I’m guessing there’s a little something paranormal going on here, and I love the song lyrics you chose.

  2. You’ve got some really great turns of phrase, here–“the song pumped gently into the air,” “sweet and low from slumber.” Glad you said it’s from a larger work ’cause I skidded to a stop at the ending, disappointed. What is a FAE? If I knew that, would I understand this piece?” Good luck with the YA:)

    1. Haha, well actually Fae are from traditional Irish mythology. My version of them are a little different from traditional views, BUT I can tell you for clarity’s sake, they pretty much look like the elves in LOTR. That help you? Pointy ears and glowing around the edges.

      I had hoped this would stand alone even without knowing what they were.

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