Pop Pop Pop Goes My Mind Novels & Stories

I said returning the poke in a less friendly manner. “Of course they do. All you have to do is open your mouth and let large words and musical notes fly out. Sounds easy if you ask me but too bad I’m not the ‘music’ or the ‘singing’ type unlike someone.” I heard Gar say taking another lick on his Popsicle.

Sab and I occupied the two seats in the front. /Gonna live like it's the end of the world Gonna party like, oh Turn it up, turn it up, mash it up It ain't the end of the world smiles, metaphors and we pop pills Sick flow, inundated with the doc bills Work hard, now we know how to top bills In the middle of the street doing cartwheels Lot of them try to do it but it's not real Wasn't a rapper, then I could've got a pop deal

‘Ring around the Rosie, pocket full of posy’ ‘I’ma fucking go crazy for ya now’ ‘Go crazy for ya now’ ‘Blow all the ashes down’ As we headed into the fifth and final song, I watched as my brother’s eyes met mine and he realized who was heading up this pop-up concert. I winked at him. The next one started out with a bit of crowd participation, and it wasn’t hard to get them clapping as I put my sticks together and the rest of the band clapped as they sang. Vince came in with the first verse though.

I said returning the poke in a less friendly manner. “Of course they do. All you have to do is open your mouth and let large words and musical notes fly out. Sounds easy if you ask me but too bad I’m not the ‘music’ or the ‘singing’ type unlike someone.” I heard Gar say taking another lick on his Popsicle.

Mood Swings by Pop smoke ft Lil Tjay. Ain't no sunshine by Micheal Jackson. Yeah I do old school music too, and that song reminds me of my Mom, she's barely around but whenever she's around, her presence is unmatched. So next up; Teenager In Love by Madison Beer. Better by Khalid. Line by Line by Jp saxe ft Maren Morris. Watermelon Sugar by Harry Styles. To be So Lonely by Harry Styles. Stuck On You by Giveon. Not Another Love Song by Ella Mai.

Aphrodite said. I smile at her. “Thank you for your understanding. Uhh, but I am not ready to open it up for now. Sorry” I said. I know that the first step to gaining friends is to share some of your pieces of information with her so that both of you know how each other. But, As I’ve said, I am not yet ready to open up about my past. It was too dark for me to open it up. “Oh, it’s fine. You don’t have to say sorry. I understand. What’s important is, that I met you. I finally have a friend” she said happily.

I mutter under my breath, moving toward the boxes. I open the veggie deluxe and the smell intensifies. It's still warm, cheese perfectly melted, vegetables roasted just right. My favorite. I take a slice, telling myself it's not giving in. It's just being practical. The pizza is here, I'm hungry, wasting food is irresponsible. This doesn't mean anything. From behind Liam's closed door, I can hear the music more clearly now—definitely classical. Piano with strings, something melancholy and beautiful. Something I wouldn't have expected from the cocky guy who showed up with professional movers and designer furniture.

and there's this girl; sometimes I wonder if she really loves me as her friend. "I am not!" I replied to them, shaking my head while wearing my headphones and starting to listen to music on Spotify. I played a Calum Scott song, Boys on the Street. This song reminds me so much of my father. TYLER On the school's soccer field, the sun shines brightly, casting its golden rays on a group of boisterous students. Laughter filled the air as we chatted and teased each other with hilarious jokes. It was a typical morning, full of joy and camaraderie, until something caught my attention.

***Give me all that you got now Make you want me cause I'm hot now Am gone, so faded I'm on one Bang bang pop off like a long gun If you a lame nigga you ain't making no noise Get faded, turn up with the big boys Live fast, die young that's my choice Get money, get money like an invoice You can mob or lead the whip Make the money, make the grip I'll be stunnin' with my clique Getting faded till we drip Man, I love to get on I love to get 2 on When the drink be too strong When the trees be way too strong...***

“How many days have I been in the tank?” The doctor was thinking, counting in his mind. “Three.” Praxis was caught up in deep thought. He felt lightheaded again because of the new medicine. His world started to spin like he was in a carousel at all speed. He thought of Tony, his father. Tony’s face entered his mind, his mother, his sister. All of them, together. And there was a white light flashed before his eyes and everything turned into black.