Please write a story using these song titles?

1) White Flag


2) Stoned


3) Life for rent


4) Mary's in India


5) See you when you're 40


6) Don't leave home


7) Who makes you feel


8) Sand in my shoes


9) Do you have a little time


10) This land is mine





This is not homework, just creative fun!!

Please write a story using these song titles?
Dodge City, Kansas


Circa 1873





"GET OUT OF HERE!"





Miss Kitty sat on the edge of her bed, nursing yet ANOTHER hangover.


"I have GOT to stop getting (2) Stoned. If I keep on the way I'm going, I may as well hang a (3) "Life for rent" sign on my back!! Oh, GAWD, why did I drink that last bottle ?! The name ALONE should have warned me!!"


Laying on the floor was an empty bottle of "Hallucinations From Hell." .....A VERY potent mixture of whiskey,gin,vodka and Ensure.





Kitty dragged herself over to her vanity and sat down. As she looked in the mirror she gasped out loud!! " (1) White Flag !


White Flag ! I give up! "


There was a knock on the door. Kitty grabbed her head, as it was an insult to her senses!!


Kitty:"WHAT ?!"


Sally Sue, one of "the girls" : " Miss Kitty? Where did that no good Mary Mulligan go?! I cain't find her nowhere!!"


Kitty:" (4) Mary's in India."


Sally Sue:"India?! Where the hell is INDIA?! That anywhere near Topeka, Miss Kitty?"


Kitty, to herself: "Idiots. I am surrounded by idiots !"


Kitty, out loud: "Get lost, Sally Sue. I'll (5) See you when you're 40."





Kitty finally got dressed and went downstairs to the Long Branch. She nodded to Sam to bring her a cup of coffee as she sat down.


Kitty: "(6) Don't leave home without a good cup of Java, I always say." Sam looked at his employer with a worried face.


Sam: "You going anywhere, Miss Kitty?"


Kitty just shook her head and took a long swallow......"Nope."


Sam: "Then why did you say that?"


Kitty:"Say WHAT?"


Exasperated, Sam walked away, shaking his head.


Sam:"Her short term memory is getting worse and worse."





The swinging doors of the bar soon parted and there stood Marshal Matt Dillon....The man she had loved for 20 years. Matt had broken her heart when he left her for Sunshine MacGillicutty.


Kitty:"Well....Hello, cowboy. Take a seat. What's- his- name can bring you some coffee, if you like."


Matt looked concerned: "What's -his-name? You mean, Sam?"


Kitty waved her hand, as if dismissing the thought...."Sure. Sure. Whatever you say."





Kitty saw her reflection in the coffee mug and realized she had forgotten to put on her false eyelashes. Aghast, she tried covering her eyes with a hand to the forehead. She rather looked like a soldier, saluting.


Matt,oblivious to her appearance, leaned back in his chair and smiled contently.


Kitty:" Matt? You look so peaceful, so happy....What makes you feel this way?"


Matt:"You mean (7) WHO makes you feel this way......Why, my darling Sunshine does."


Before Kitty could spit out her coffee, Sunshine entered the saloon.


Sunshine:"BABY!! I've been lookin' for you everywhere!"


Matt stood up and Sunshine ran into his outstretched arms.


Kitty watched as he swung her around and around. Slowly and sadly, she left the table and walked toward the stairs.


Matt:"Where you doing, Kitty?"


Kitty:" I got (8) Sand in my shoes!!....What d'you care, anyway?! (9) Do you have a little time to actually figure out just WHY I drink so much; Just WHY I no longer care about my eye makeup? Just WHY I wanna slug that hillbilly girlfriend of yours every time she says, 'Hee Haw' !! "


Sunshine smiled and took the bubblegum out of her mouth ....


Kitty:"Don't you DARE scream those inane two words in my establishment!!"


Sunshine popped the gum back in her mouth, tugged on her jeans and played her air guitar as Kitty looked on in astonished disgust.


Kitty:"Matt...You DO realize she is out of her mind ....RIGHT?!!"


Matt smiled shyly as he put his arm around Sunshine.


Kitty:"Listen you two libidious lunatics!!! (10) This land is mine! MINE, I say!!!! Get out! Get OUT! GET OUT OF HERE!!"





Sunshine looked at Matt....."Hey!! I'll race you to the jail!!"


Matt smiled....."Cell number three.....HERE WE COME!!"


Kitty: " Jesus Christ."
Reply:I'm not really sure how to begin. Words seem meaningless and I feel as if my very thoughts are the same as the ones I had yesterday.





I can not get the words out of my head. Her words. Her bitter, resentful words. The very thought of the words makes me sick to my stomach and yet, somehow, I hear them ever single minute of every single hour.





What is a man to do when he is haunted by his past? Should he press on and live life in a cheer that everyone around him knows is a lie? Should he just out with a white flag(1), giving up the life that he worked for?





I refuse to take that latter path. Not because of pride, but because I know that she was wrong. Even as I attempt to hide the memory from my mind, I feel it coming back.





....





"Mary left," She said, lying peacefully on the sofa of my apartment. Her long golden hair let loose behind her and, when the wind from the closing door hit it, it swayed in a seductive way. From her bloodshot eyes and her very calm demeaner, I would tell that the thing on the living room table was not a cigarette. She was completely gone, stoned(2) out of her mind.





Honestly, I did not want to talk to her life this. We always fought when she was stoned. Her citing my self pitying personality, while I fought her self destructive actions. It was an endless fight and one that, I will admit, I usually lost.





"She did?" I asked, stunned as I emptied the contents of my pockets onto the kitchen table.





Mary was my sister. The last living relative that I had since our parents died several years back. I had been going to college when I recieved the news. They had been coming to see me. I immediately dropped out of college to care for my little sister. Taking up a job that barely paid all of the bills, I pushed Mary to succeed. I pushed her harder than most people would, but I felt it was for the best. Even when I saw the hatred in her eyes, I continued pushing.





Yet, I wondered, did she hate me because I pushed her or because she blamed me for not having parents. God knew that I blamed myself. Why shouldn't she?





Peeling mud off of my shoes as I took them off. Well worn because I did not have a car and the nearest bus stop, if I could afford the bus that day, was several blocks from the apartment. To make the walk shorter, I walked through a wooded area. This cut minutes off of my time, but if it was rainy there would be mud and, if it was dry, there would be sand in my shoes(8).





"She went with Jarrad on that trip they talked about." She told her from the couch. "Mary's in India(4) by now."





I know that she's trying to goad me into another fight, yet I can not resist.





"And you didn't stop her?" I said, angrily. She just looked at me with her bloodshot eyes and shrugged her shoulders. Nothing that...could...do.





.....





Get out of there. Get out. Get outgetoutgetout! I won't listen. Stop making me relive that day. I didn't want to think about it. It jsut keeps coming back to my mind. Stop, please, I'm begging you.





What vile being would subject a man to this much torture? Would he enjoy this suffering like a kid with a magnifying glass over a ant hill? Would he enjoy watching the suffering of the little beings while he jokingly told them 'This land is mine(10) and you don't have a right to exist."





I can't control the thoughts as then come back.





....





I sighed as I looked at her, putting the drugs in the bin and quickly cleaning the coffee table. I inspected it for a second and shook my head. Yet another burn to match the several her drug use had put on the once ornate table.





I sat down on the floor, since she was taking up the entire couch, and turned on the television. News. Great. Just what I needed, stories of disaster, death, and celebrities to brighten my day. I flipped through the channels for a few minutes before giving up. With limited choices, there's rarely anything good on. I turned off the tube without another thought.





"Rough one, huh?" She asks me from the couch. Her voice is barely more than a whisper.





"Always," I said with more sorrow in my voice than I would have even shown in front of Mary.





"Work tonight too, don't you?" She asked and I nodded in the affirmative. "I was gonna say that we could go out. You know, actually do some of the things that we used to."





My anger grew exponentially with that simple statement. One that would have brought happiness to others. I turned to face the girl.... anger.... my eyes.





......





"STOP!" I scream. This time it is not in my head. The word was spoken aloud, screamed at the top of my lungs. I couldn't take it. I still can't take it. It's too much.





The memory is pushing at my head like a tidal wave. I'm trying to put up a small dam to stop it, yet know that the memory is alot stronger than anything I can construct.





I beg anyone out there to hear me. Listen to the voice of the person who is tell this tale. Spare a moment. Do you have a little time(9)? Please, just listen.





Save me. I need something more than I myself had give. Please...listen...





....





The old days. Back to the old days. Did she remember what the old days were? When I was still in college? When I was with her putting anything into my mouth just to see the effects? Did she remember all of the trouble that we barely escaped from? Did she know about all of the trouble that I had gotten her out of since? No. She was too drugged up to remember any of that.





Those were the words that I screamed at her. Those and hundreds of other curses and angry comments. I rage for minutes on end without filling my lungs with oxegon. All the stress and anger than I had stored up for years came outward in a flood. Crashing through the barriers of the walls that I had built.





When I was done, I was sweating and breathing very hard. She just looked at me for a few minutes, then stood up. Without a word, she went to the bedroom that we shared and locked the door behind her.





I felt bad the moment that she left. I knew that I meant some of the things that I said, but not all of it had been directed at her. It was anger at my parents for dying, my sister for leaving, her for the drugs, and, above all the others, myself for the problems that I caused her.





I went to the door and tried to apologize. I told her that my anger had taken a hold of me and I swore that I would treat her better, yet I did not get a reply. What was she doing in there? COuld...be......





.........





Please don't finish. I'm pleading, begging, and crying. I kneel down at the feet of anyone that will listen and hope that they can make the memory disappear. I don't want to relive it. To let it keep infesting my mind. Please, stop.





.......





She came out a few minutes later with a backpack filled. It was hers and I knew exactly what was in it. I tried to tell her that everything had been a lie, but she spoke before I could.





"You tell me that I will a life of mistakes." She told me, her voice calm and quiet. "Yet, for years, I sat there and watched you as you spiraled further and further into a depression. I tried to pull you out as much as I could, yet I knew that the largest part lay with you."





"I gave up my entire life to sit there and help you. I put my college on hold. I told my friends that I wasn't wasting my time. I fought hundreds of people who said I should give up on you and get one with my life. Yet I couldn't, because I still remembered the Jason Hentley that fell in love with."





"You say that all that time in college was a bunch of mistakes, yet I don't seem to remember hearing you saying so when we met. How about all those times we spent together? Were those mistakes? Right now, for the first time, I'm starting to say that they were."





"Please," I told her with tears in my eyes. "Don't leave home(6)."





"Listen to me, Jason," She said, turning to face me. "I'll stay, but first you have to tell me one thing. Can you name one single person who makes you feel(7) anything more than despressed?" She waited several minutes before she shook her head. "I didn't think so. Goodbye."





.....





I can still feel the draft from the door as she slammed it in my face. Now, here I am. The memory played through for the hundreth time in the past few hours sicne that door last closed. I am alone now with no one in the world that cares about me. Yet, still I stand. In that same doorway. As if I'm hoping that she would change her mind before nightfall and come back to me.
Reply:I went to a time-share seminar once. The salesman asked 'Do you have a little time to hear about the best resort condo you've ever seen in your life for rent on the beach?' 'The beach?', I asked. 'I don't want to get sand in my shoes!' To that the salesman told me, 'The walkways are fully stoned, and if you prefer, don't leave home. We have a waitstaff who makes you feel right at home.' With that I raised the white flag. 'You sold me', I said. 'Great!', he said. 'The name of the place is Mary's, in India bay resort. See you when you're 40 grand check clears'.





Best I could do off the top of my head. And yeah, I know I misused the your/you're part, but it works for the story (-:
Reply:Daryl had just arrived home to find his girlfriend Jessie plopped in front of the TV with a bowl of munchies and a bottle of beer…....stoned as usual, the house a total pigsty!


"Hey baby, don't you ever clean this place up...IT STINKS IN HERE!!!"


He picked up a dried up container of old sour cream dip off the coffee table which caused 4 huge cockroaches to go scurrying across the table looking for a new home.


Daryl was completely disgusted!!


"Look at all these darn cockroaches!!" he screamed!


Jessie burped and took another swallow of beer.


"Oh for God's sake, just go get the White Flag out of the kitchen and spray them!"


Daryl exploded! "First of all it's Black Flag, not White Flag, and second of all, we ran out of it 4000 roaches ago...we need stock in the company at the rate they are multiplying up in this place!!!!!


Jessie was feeling kind of mellow and was in no mood for arguing! In fact she was in the mood for a little loving!


"Do you have a little time to rub my back sweetie?"


She asked pulling him over to the couch. She knew that satisfied men don’t leave home because of a little dirt or a few roaches!!


Daryl knew where this back rubbing usually ended up and immediately complied!


“Who makes you feel like a natural woman” he purred in her ear.


“You do Daryl darling” she said.


She got up briefly to hang the “See you when your 40” sign on the front door so in case any of their friends came over they would know to come back much much later!
Reply:DO you have a little time?Perhaps you can help me here, there is sand in my shoes.


That is how our dear Jacky''s day started at the beach, under the sun, with the roaring waves and golden grains of sand. she had gone to the beach to relax and foget about her past week.Her best friend mary had moved and she was devastated, she had tried to hide Mary in her attic and fed her soda and potato chips.


"now Mary's in India, wht do i do daddy?"


"i cant just wait for her, shell probably never come back"





"hey jacky we can visit her if you want"





"no father i want her to be wiht me i really do miss her"


Her father helping her get the sand out of her shoes hugs her and tries to confort her.





"see when your 40 is easier to cope with this, i understand you, once my best friend moved and i cried just like you but we have to move on"


Jacky still crying looks at her dad, and woders how is it that her dad had made it trough?

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