Her by Israa Rafei – Inspired by ‘Sex’ by The 1975

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Hey everybody so this is my first song inspired story. It’s pretty short but I think it captures some of the emotions present in the song. The song that inspired this story is ‘Sex’ by The 1975, I’ll put a link to the song at the end of this post. I listened to the EP version while writing though so that’s the link I’m posting. I’d recommend listening while reading.  I hope you all enjoy the story and the song which is one of my favorites. Feel free to leave your comments whether good or bad. 🙂

So here I am now. I can barely see. I can’t move. I am stuck in that moment. It was magic. Or was it really? She might have just been too off to say no this time. Well I’m off now so I might as well just stop thinking about it. But I can still smell her.

And This is how it starts. We’re losing our minds, inhaling stuff we probably shouldn’t, drinking everything away, … She looks so gorgeous but my head’s spinning and I don’t know what to feel. Her friends are making a mess. All I can see is the way her eyes wrinkle when she laughs. She’s all flirty and excited. She keeps touching my arms and I think it feels good. But everything feels good now doesn’t it? That’s what the pills were for. Everybody’s moving and I want them to stop for a bit. This house is too small, it’s too crowded I need to see her face clearly. I get her a drink and she drinks it wildly yet provocatively I must say. Why am I so focused on her. I need to watch her a little bit more though. I need to understand the way her lips move so peculiarly. She turns and looks at me and motions with her eyes for me to follow her. And I do so without hesitating. Wow she’s definitely got a hold on me. What’s happening? She takes me to an empty room in the house, gives me a dirty look and sits on the bed. All I can see now is her hands, she’s got such feminine beautiful hands. Her eyes are telling me stories I’ve never heard of before. They’re dangerously calling me towards her. She’s waiting for me to make a move and so I do, but she just pushes me away and starts running out the room. I go back to the living room and it’s all a mess and I can’t see shit through the smoke. I can’t find her anymore and so I just go back to my friend with the goods and get another fix. I am so relaxed now so I don’t think I’m going to keep looking for her. Whatever.

Everybody’s playing spin the bottle but I’m just sitting on the couch consumed by my own thoughts. I turn towards them to see what’s going on and I see her. It’s her turn to play. She starts kissing a guy and I feel nothing. They all start laughing.

“He’s my boyfriend anyway so it doesn’t really count!” she says while laughing with the others.

That’s when I start feeling something. Is he really her boyfriend? Why was she flirting with me then? Or does she do that with everybody? But I want to see her face, her hands, her lips. He can’t be her boyfriend no. I can see her now she’s dancing with him. From the way they’re dancing I’ll have to admit he is her boyfriend. He walks off to have a chat with his friends and so I walk over to her. Stumbling all the way, I finally reach her. I ask her to come out for a drive with me. She says she can’t, she wants to stay here with him. I say nothing and walk out of the house. I sit and drown in my car for God knows how long. I can’t believe she has a boyfriend. But her hair is soft like silk and her lips drive me insane. And the way her eyes looked staring at me when she was on the bed. All of that. I want that. I want her.

Everything’s spinning and I need to lie down for a bit. I go back into the house and into the bedroom. I lie down and just stare at the ceiling. All I can think about is her now. Her hands, her neck, her lips, her eyes, … I want her. I want to feel her. She’s got a boyfriend, but I don’t care I want her. I want to feel her hands against my skin and I can’t stop thinking about that. Someone knocks on the door. It’s her. She smiles and stares at me. I look back at her unable to understand her expression this time. She comes over to me, takes me by the hand and we run. We run outside the house and into my car. She tells me to drive fast and I do. She leads me to a dark alley and says stop and I do. I turn over to look at her and I see her eyes. I can understand them now. She comes closer to me and starts kissing me. And suddenly I don’t care about her boyfriend. I don’t care about anything. I can only feel her body against mine and it’s driving me crazy. Things start heating up and I can’t believe the feelings I’m getting now. She suddenly stops and says she needs to go back to the party. I drive her there and leave. I get home and that’s where I sit down and think about what happened. All that’s on my mind now is; I think I love her.

Update: Short Stories Inspired By Songs.

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Hey everybody,

So I’ve decided to add something new to my blog. I’m going to start posting some stories that are inspired by songs. 1 story per song. I think it’s an interesting idea that I hope people will love.

Don’t forget to share your stories with me so I can post them. Also feel free to request a story about any song you’d like.

You can contact me at: israarafei@gmail.com

I’ll be posting a story inspired by the song ‘Sex’ by The 1975 later today.

Love,

Israa

A Moment by Israa Rafei

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Rosalie knew her life would never be the same after she heard the phone ring. She had been waiting for this phone call for almost two whole years now. She made her way to the telephone and stood there contemplating what she should do. In her head she started imagining what it would be like. She could almost hear the entire conversation in her head from the first breath she would hear, until the sound of the phone being shut.

As she stood there she could not understand what was happening to her. She was getting the most peculiar feeling. She looked outside the window and before she knew it her imagination had consumed her. She started thinking about all the moments in her life that have led her to this exact instant in time.

She was born to a family of 5 members including her. She was living with her two sisters and her mother. She had always felt like an outsider. It seemed that nobody around her could understand her. She was rebellious and angry throughout most of her adolescence. She had pushed people away with her rage. Her only outlet was music. She was never a musician though, she was a mere fan. When she turned 21 she ran away with a local band that she liked and toured around the region with them. She started learning how to play instruments with them, but her passion was for singing and she trained long and hard to be a good singer. It was just not written in the stars for her, she was a horrible singer and an even worse performer. But the band told her she was good so she would stay with them. When Rosalie sang she sang from her heart, although her vocal chords were not an instrument of melody. When she sang she could almost feel the notes come out of her throat like silk, and she loved it. In her mind she could see the crowd cheering for her and the people singing along to her songs. She believed her talent was special and she was determined on pursuing her dream.

She had sent a song she had recorded to many record labels but none of them called her back. None of them told her she was good. But she still thought she had great talent. Her spirit was hopeful and unbreakable. Nothing was going to stop her from reaching her dream.

Rosalie had a habit of doing drugs as well. It helped extend her imagination to further realms, and she loved that. Her imagination was the most important thing to her, it kept her going. Whenever she would do drugs she would sit back in the silence, close her eyes, and start reflecting and imagining things she knows she would never experience in real life. It cannot be said that Rosalie is a drug addict, because in fact she isn’t. She is simply addicted to her own imaginary world.

So here she is now, standing in front of the telephone, gazing outside the window with her head in the clouds. She suddenly awakens from her trance, but gazing still outside the window. She realizes that there is something missing. Something has changed since she first started reflecting. The phone had stopped ringing. The minute she notices the silence she goes into an almost instant state of frenzy. ‘What have I done?’ she thinks. She starts pacing around the room in the darkness with her eyes closed. Pacing soon turns into running, and running soon turns into screaming. She was devastated inside. She had missed the single most important moment of her entire life. With her eyes closed, she had missed the phone call.

I just wrote this story. I know it is kind of weird but I think it’s something to reflect on and it gives you something to think about. Weird is good xP

Hope you all Like it, please tell me what you think.

New To Blogging. Feel Free To Share Your Stories.

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My name is Israa and this is my first ever blog. I am a passionate writer and my goal with this blog is to be able to share my stories with the world. If anybody has a short story of any theme or subject feel free to send it to me at israarafei@gmail.com and I’ll post it. If you have any art you’d like to share feel free to send it as well.

Let the blogging begin !