Song Title Challenge #41: Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious – from the film Mary Poppins-I was raised by a witch. Truly. My parents hired her as a governess for my sister and I when we were little. But she was a witch. How else do you explain that she slid up banisters or how she bewitched my father to hire her even though she had no references? And you should have seen how she offed the competition. Literally blew them away, before she came floating in on her umbrella. (And you thought I was going to say broomstick, didn't you?)
Song Title Challenge #43: Boulevard of Broken Dreams – Green Day-“What is this place?” said Troy. The road undulated into the distance, purple hills strewn with half-built machines and broken-down vehicles. On the horizon he could just make out the lone spire of a ruined castle.
“I call it the boulevard of broken dreams,” said Tasha. “Each of us have one, somewhere. Think of all the ideas you've ever given up on, every failed risk, every disappointment, every…”
“Broken dream. I get it. Sounds depressing.”
Song Title Challenge #44: Flushed From the Bathroom of Your Heart – Johnny Cash-“Finally. I thought you’d never wake up.”
Nadia blinked against the blinding light. She tried to shield her eyes, but realised she couldn't move her arms. In fact, she was completely immobilised, lashed to some hard surface. It suddenly tilted and she found herself hanging by her wrists, ropes cutting into her flesh. A face moved before her.
“Kevin? Kevin, what’s going on? Where am I? Why did you…”
The slap came out of nowhere and the coppery taste of blood filled her mouth.
Song Title Challenge #45: Storm the Sorrow – Epica-The hull creaked in protest as the keel sliced through another wave. Angry foam washed across the deck, threatening drag the crew over the gunwales.
“Cap’n! I don’t think she can take much more. We should throw anchors an’ pray Neptune spares us.”
Captain Travers glanced at his first mate, then back to the task at hand. “I never took you for a religious man, Mr Rogers. I thought you didn't believe in gods?”
“I don’t Cap’n. But this storm… I've ne’er seen anything like it. It’s almost like…”
Song Title Challenge #46: Every Sperm is Sacred – Monty Python-Bridget squirmed. It felt like Jamie was trying to chew through her neck and she was sure his hands would be imprinted on her breasts tomorrow, but right now it didn't matter. What mattered was that she was finally going lose her virginity. And to Jamie. He’d been so patient with her, backing off every time she got uncomfortable. But tonight she was going to give him everything.
Song Title Challenge #47: Ahhh!!! – Joachim Witt-“Ahhh!!! Careful you idiots! Someone get this thing out of me!”
“We've sent for Tuck. He’ll be here now.”
“Where’s that bastard, Scarlet? If I get my hands on him…”
“Come off it, John. You shouldn't have been behind the targets while we were shooting. I could have hit you as easy as Will had.”
Song Title Challenge #48: Plastic Shadow – Blindspott-“Can I help you, sir?”
Sven jumped. Being startled was a new experience. He didn’t like it. He turned to see a pasty kid in braces.
“Yes,” he drawled. “Vot is zis place?”
“Ghouls ‘R Us, sir,” said the kid, flashing a smile of metal and rubber bands. “The one-stop-shop for everything the discerning undead might want.
Song Title Challenge #50: Ninety-Nine Bottles of Beer on the Wall-Parker pointed his toes and silenced his beeping wristwatch. He popped the vertebrae in his neck and checked his cover – no sense in having a traffic chopper spot him. He pulled the stock of the M93 against his shoulder and peered through the scope.
He waited for another ten minutes before the green Honda CR-V rounded a corner a mile and a half away. Parker followed its progress down the street to where it turned up the driveway of a house with a large old oak in the front garden.
Song Title Challenge #51: Finite = Alright by David Byrne-“Samantha…”
“No, Roy. I don't want to hear it. Once we get out of here we're over, done, finite!”
“Alright.” No use arguing with her here. “But will you please quiet down? I don't think we're alone.”
Roy heard her footsteps grow quiet and he turned around. He blinked against the sudden glare of her flashlight in his eyes.
Song Title Challenge #52: Someone Like You by Adele-“Wake up, sleepy head. Breakfast is served.”
Elsa stretched, her body responding with yawn, and sat up. “This looks wonderful. What did I do to deserve someone like you?”
Jerome placed the tray across her legs and kissed the top of her head. “You don’t,” he said, leaving the room. “You just got lucky.”
Song Title Challenge #54: Not Guilty Anymore by Aaron Keyes-“All rise.”
David watched the black-robed figure shuffle into the bench.
“Please be seated.”
The judge made a great show of shuffling the papers before him, then looked at David. Alan rose beside him and David followed suit. This was it.
Song Title Challenge #55: Listen to the Math by Tokyo Police Club-Jennifer sat back and tried to blink away the numbers swimming around before her eyes. She glanced at David who was embroiled in some or other game on the computer. The flavour of the week was pirates, or pirate assassins to be exact. He was always playing some game. How he got anything done at all…
She waited for him to blow a British frigate to smithereens before she spoke: “David, I don’t get this. Come tell me what I’m doing wrong, please?”
“Just listen to the Math, babe.” He didn’t even turn around.
Song Title Challenge #56: Butterfly Crime Scene performed by Sal Vulcano-By the time I arrived at the theatre it had already started. The house lights were turned down and on the stage a magic lantern projected an image on the screen – a scrap of bluish material.
The speaker was midway through a sentence: “…when on the floor I discovered the torn wing from a butterfly. Crime scene analysis,“ he continued after a short pause, “is an art as much as it is a science. Dead insects are not uncommon in a home in the countryside during summer and a lesser investigator would have ignored it.
Song Title Challenge #57: Number 9 Dream by John Lennon-“Welcome to the Dream Palace, Minister Patel,” said Dr Klinefeldt as the door closed. “Please, have a seat.”
“Thank you,” said Patel. The office was bare, clinical, just like reception. He shifted in his seat. “Actually, I think this was a mistake.” He moved to get up. “Please forget I came.”
“Minister, a moment.” He perched on the edge of the chair, ready to bolt. The doctor smiled. “I understand your hesitation, but believe me when I say this will be unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. I see you’ve ordered the number 9 dream.” Her smile widened. “It’s one of our favourites.”
Song Title Challenge #58: Midnight Train to Georgia by Gladys Knight and the Pips-“Ticket, please, madam.”
I gestured to the opposite berth without looking around – the moonlit landscape outside the window was much more pleasing to look at than what was behind me. I heard the snip of the ticket punch.
“Would Madam be requiring any refreshment for the journey?”
I smiled out the window. “I had a snack before boarding. All I require is privacy.”
Song Title Challenge #59: Ice Ice Baby by Vanilla Ice-The barge drifted lazily down the river. We had taken to the water hoping it would be cooler. It wasn’t. I’d left my armour in the palace for once and was wearing only a toga of that exquisite cotton they weave here, but even that was too hot. If it weren’t for my men I swear I’d have gone nude.
She had of course insisted on wearing her full royal regalia. The woman was bloody daft if you asked me but she’d insisted a goddess should look the part.
Song Title Challenge #60: Sexual Healing by Marvin Gaye-“You expecting a call?” said Harry.
“No, why?” said Thomas, glancing at his phone for the umpteenth time.
“Because it’s either that or you’ve developed nomophobia since I last saw you.”
“You really should read more. No-mo-pho-bi-a. An unhealthy attachment to your cell phone. You’ve been checking it every three minutes since we got here.”
Thomas at least had the decency to blush. “Sorry, bro. I was checking the time.”
“Double-booked, did you. And here I thought our monthly lunch was important to you. At least tell me she’s hot.”