Welcome to the daily Three Things Challenge. Use your imagination and creativity using one, two or all three words that may or may not be related. There are no restrictions regarding length, style, or genre, though please keep it family friendly.
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Your three words today are: HOPEFUL WISHFUL DREAMLIKE
She awoke in a dreamlike state. It was such a surreal experience that she thought she might still be asleep. The alarm clock negated that theory.
The dreaded day had finally come. Her eyes welled up with tears at the thought of it. She had no idea of what to expect — anything could happen. “Anything” included something good, too. Maybe things would go in her favor. She was hopeful but couldn’t quite visualize such a scenario. Wishful is probably a better word. She wished it would go well, but there was little hope.
She’d done this several times and it never got easier, and it never went well. They made her feel like an amoeba under a microscope.
She got out of bed and got ready to go. Once outside, it was a beautiful fall day. Yellow, red, and orange leaves breezed through the air and swirled around her feet. She could barely see their colors through her tears. The pit in her stomach grew as she walked down the sidewalk toward the school bus stop. There were already five or six kids there. They were all looking her way.
She tried to act normal — meaning not tripping over her own feet or dropping her books — and wanted to throw up. If she gave them something to laugh about now, it would never stop.
Welcome to the daily Three Things Challenge. Use your imagination and creativity using one, two or all three words that may or may not be related. There are no restrictions regarding length, style, or genre, though please keep it family friendly.
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Your three words today are: BOTHER ROTATE CRUISE
It was a perfect early summer evening, and our heroes were sitting on their front stoop trying to decide how to spend their Friday night. The possibilities seemed endless for two handsome, young men in muscle shirts.
“What do you wanna do?”
“I dunno,” Rocco shrugged. “What do you wanna do?
“It’s Friday night. We could cruise East Colfax like we normally do.” Carlo suggested.
“Naaaah!” Rocco complained. “We never meet any chicks, and nobody ever tries to race us; nobody even notices us ’cause our car’s a piece o’ cacare.“
“Hey,” Carlo cautioned. “That’s my ride you’re talkin’ about. Show some respect.”
“You know what I mean,” Rocco back pedaled. “She’s not chromed, the radio don’t work, she needs a paint job, the tires are missing hubcaps … shall I go on?”
“You have any idea how much all that costs?” Carlo snapped. “We’d have to get jobs!”
“Jobs?” Rocco thought for a minute. “Maybe if we rotate the tires?”
“For what? They’re all bald!”
“Okay, if cruisin’ the ‘fax is out, what are we gonna do?”
“We could go down to Marzano’s and get a pizza.” Carlo said. “I hear there’s a couple o’ new waitresses we could bother. “
“You got any money?”
“Al Marzano’s my uncle, remember? What do we need money for?”
It’s time once again for Song Lyric Sunday, hosted by Jim Adams. This week, Jim has asked us to choose a song about tax or money. I chose “Angie” by the Rolling Stones. It isn’t about money exactly, but the word is in the lyrics a couple of times.
The real reason I chose it is because one of my favorite people and life-long friend was named Angie. She passed away a few months ago. She was one of the very first people I met, and I miss the hell out of her every day.
The Story
The big rumor about this song is that it was written about David Bowie’s wife, Angela, who wrote in her autobiography that she once walked in on Bowie and Mick Jagger in bed together – a story Jagger denies. According to the rumor, Jagger wrote this song to appease her, but it was Jagger’s bandmate Keith Richards who wrote most of the song. Jagger had this to say about it: “People began to say that song was written about David Bowie’s wife, but the truth is that Keith wrote the title. He said, ‘Angie,’ and I think it was to do with his daughter. She’s called Angela. And then I just wrote the rest of it.”
There was also speculation that Richards’ girlfriend Anita Pallenberg inspired this song, but Keith cleared it up in his 2010 autobiography Life, where he wrote: “While I was in the [Vevey drug] clinic (in March-April 1972), Anita was down the road having our daughter, Angela. Once I came out of the usual trauma, I had a guitar with me and I wrote ‘Angie’ in an afternoon, sitting in bed, because I could finally move my fingers and put them in the right place again, and I didn’t feel like I had to s–t the bed or climb the walls or feel manic anymore. I just went, ‘Angie, Angie.’ It was not about any particular person; it was a name, like ohhh, Diana. I didn’t know Angela was going to be called Angela when I wrote ‘Angie.’ In those days you didn’t know what sex the thing was going to be until it popped out.”
Bertrand – Paris, France
A rare ballad for The Stones, this was the first single released from Goat’s Head Soup. It wasn’t typical of their sound, since most of the band’s material at the time was hard and aggressive. Still, it was a huge hit, and their only ballad that hit #1 in the US.
This is one of the few Rolling Stones songs that is acoustic.
Keith Richards wrote this song in Switzerland after the Exile on Main St. album had been approved by the record company, but before it was released. “Angie” was one of the first songs The Stones recorded for Goat’s Head Soup, which they first attempted in Jamaica at the Dynamic Sounds studio in Kingston. They got very little done at these sessions, arriving nightly with armed escort and locking the doors until they were done for the day. Much of the album was done at sessions in Los Angeles and London under more hospitable conditions.
The Angela Bowie rumor picked up steam in 1990, when she went on The Joan Rivers Show and claimed she once walked in on David Bowie and Mick Jagger in bed together naked. What’s even more shocking is that Rivers had her own talk show. She was quickly replaced by Arsenio Hall.
Nicky Hopkins played piano on this track. He became part of the band’s inner circle after working on the 1966 Stones album Between The Buttons. >>
In 2005 German chancellor Angela Merkel appropriated this acoustic ballad for her Christian Democratic Union Party. “We’re surprised that permission wasn’t requested,” said a Stones spokesman of Merkel’s choice of song. “If it had been, we would have said no.”
The line from this song, “Ain’t it time we said goodbye,” was used as the title to Robert Greenfield’s 2014 book, which chronicles his time covering the Stones’ 1971 British tour and their Exile on Main St. sessions for Rolling Stone magazine. Greenfield is not a fan of the song, however, calling it “soppy and far too sweet for my taste.”
Angela was born in a Catholic hospital, and her name was bestowed upon her by the nuns. “I’m glad she was called Angela, because Anita had adorned her with all these really weird names like Dandelion, which Angela quickly got rid of as soon as she grew up,” Richards told Uncut magazine in 2020. “So, she’s Angie now, strangely enough.”
The Lyrics
Angie, Angie When will those clouds all disappear?
Angie, Angie Where will it lead us from here?
With no loving in our souls And no money in our coats You can’t say we’re satisfied Angie, Angie
You can’t say we never tried
Angie, you’re beautiful, yeah But ain’t it time we said goodbye?
Angie I still love you
Remember all those nights we cried? All the dreams we held so close
Seemed to all go up in smoke Let me whisper in your ear Angie, Angie
Where will it lead us from here?
Oh, Angie, don’t you weep All your kisses still taste sweet I hate that sadness in your eyes But, Angie, Angie
Ain’t it time we said goodbye, yeah?
With no loving in our souls And no money in our coats You can’t say we’re satisfied But, Angie, I still love you, baby Everywhere I look, I see your eyes There ain’t a woman that comes close to you Come on, baby, dry your eyes Angie, Angie Ain’t it good to be alive? Angie, Angie They can’t say we never tried
Songwriters: Mick Jagger, Keith Richard. For non-commercial use only.
It’s time once again for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt. Click here to join in! Our word prompt is Fierce. We must use exactly 36 words.
The Garfield Park gang was the worst in Chicago. ‘Fierce’ is an understatement. Frankie’s goal was to join up and gain notoriety, to garner fear and respect.
Welcome to the daily Three Things Challenge. Use your imagination and creativity using one, two or all three words that may or may not be related. There are no restrictions regarding length, style, or genre, though please keep it family friendly.
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Your three words today are: NEUTRAL NAVIGATE NUANCE
Jeremy wanted to ask Sheila to be his date for the Junior Prom in the worst way. He’d had a crush on her since the 7th grade but was too afraid to let his feelings be known.
What if she laughs?
What if she doesn’t like me?
What if she does like me?
Navigating the daunting world of teenage romance and nuance is seemingly impossible without some sort of manual and a map.
You’d think someone would’ve written one by now.The Book of Clues or All About Girls or Something!
The prom was next weekend so Jeremy needed to get his butt in gear before someone else asks Sheila. She’s so pretty and nice, somebody probably already has.
“Jeremy! Hey, Jeremy!”
He turned around to see Sheila walking quickly to catch up with him. “Sheila?”
“Hey, Jeremy.” Sheila was out of breath. “Glad I caught you.”
Me too!
“What’s going on?” Jeremy asked with what he hoped was a neutral tone of voice.
“You going to the prom?”
Jeremy was afraid his heart might burst. “Umm, well. Um, yeah. I mean I was thinking about it.” His pulse was racing. He hoped he wouldn’t pass out and ruin everything. Whatever “everything” might entail.
“Wanna go with me?” Sheila asked fearlessly but with a shy smile. “I mean if you aren’t already going with someone.” She looked down at her feet.
“Um, no. No. “Jeremy began. “I’m not going with anyone, but I’d love to go with you.” His armpits were clammy.
“Good.” Sheila said. “You know my address, right?”
“Sure.” Jeremy knew it by heart. For five years he’d known it by heart.
“K, pick me up around 7:00?”
Oh, crap! “Sure, I’ll be there at seven sharp.” How could I be so stupid?
If my dad lets me borrow the car, if I get my driver’s license…
Jeremy decided to skip the rest of his classes that day and beat it over to Motor Vehicle.
Ergo, the Ogre 