Troll Songs Novels & Stories

There was no way she was going to ruin it for him now. As she walked to Adam’s house without the usual spring in her step, Alice loaded up her playlist of Spotify. It was set to shuffle, but of course, the first song that came on was ‘Adam’s song,’ by Blink 182; a song that could make her cry at the best of times. She skipped it and the next song was ‘Brother,’ by Falling in Reverse; a song that always made her cry without fail. “Do I not have a happier playlist in here?” Alice muttered to herself. She skipped through her phone until she found a ‘fightier’ song to inspire her.

When the last line came, Izzy and I leaned our backs to each other to strike a pose, and then laughed together over our silliness. “Holy wow,” I started, unable to stop laughing. “That was—” But the word, “Awesome” was drowned out by Charlie’s scream of exhilaration as the next song came on. So, we all sang to Imagine Dragon’s “Thunder,” then R.E.M.’s “It’s the End of the World as We Know It,” “Save a Horse (Ride a Cowboy)” by Big & Rich, AC/DC’s “You Shook Me All Night Long,” Lil Nas X with some “Old Town Road,” and “Jump Around” by House of Pain.

Chapter Seventeen Nina “This is my fight song Take back my life song Prove I'm alright song My power's turned on Starting right now I'll be strong I'll play my fight song And I don't really care if nobody else believes 'Cause I've still got a lot of fight left in me!” My voice echoed as I hummed the uplifting lyrics of the song title “Fight Song” by Rachel Platten while I mopped the sticky floor of the dungeon using both my normal and wounded hands.

I staggered to them, and grabbed the mic. “Move over, let the slut have a turn,” I bumped someone away. “Now, what to sing.” I thought for a moment, and I thought of the bastard who raped me and I thought of what Zack said. Suddenly, the song came to me. “Put on ‘Look What You Made Me Do’ by T Swift!” I shouted into the mic. Someone obliged me, and the words started to flash on the screen: “I don’t like your little games I don’t like your tilted stage

I turn off the live stream and let Hunter finish his song for me. She's my girl, the girl with the brightest eyes, The reason there's summer fireflies, She's my girl, the beauty of my whole world, She's my girl... The song ends, and I find myself blushing. Then I see Arlo in the distance, and the world goes quiet. But, seeing him in real life again makes me feel panicky, the way Rosa gets for Jeremiah. Arlo walks towards me as Hunter begins another speech, "Ladies and gents, for our final song. But, first, I will sing our newest song, called Tidal Wave."

I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin problem And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fuckin problem I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin problem And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin problem If finding somebody real is your fuckin problem Bring your girls to the crib maybe we can solve iiiiiiiiit I didn’t recognise the lyrics, but there was a strange hypnotic rhythm to them. I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin problem And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fuckin problem As she repeated the song, the trolls joined in. A few at first, then the whole lot of them, including Raviva. They weren’t complicated lyrics, just the same few lines over and over, but the crowd sang along like they were the most mean

I said to him as some heavy metal song played through the speakers. "This is the real music, the shit you listen to is trash," he replied, in his monotone voice. "Taylor Swift is not trash!" "Her songs make my ears bleed." "You make my ears bleed." "You make my eyes bleed." "Jackass." "Pea-brained!" "Marco." "What?" "Shut up!" "You shut up!" We bickered all the way to the Columbia university building. When I got out of the car, I saw a hint of a smile on Marco's face. He slipped me the bird and I did the same, catching him off guard.

❤THEME SONG RELATED TO THIS CHAPTER ❤ ❤ ❤FOOLS Song by Troye Sivan❤ ❤I am tired of this place, I hope people change I need time to replace what I gave away And my hopes, they are high, I must keep them small Though I try to resist I still want it all I see swimming pools and living rooms and aeroplanes I see a little house on the hill and children's names I see quiet nights poured over ice and Tanqueray But everything is shattering and it's my mistake Only fools fall for you, only fools Only fools do what I do, only fools fall Only fools fall for you, only fools Only fools do what I do, only fools fall Oh, our lives don't collide, I'm aware of this The differences and impulses and your obses

I play with my fingers on my lap. "It's so not healthy." He says. Worry evident in his tone. "Hmm." I hum. He gets the hint I don't wanna talk about it, anyways he will find out tonight. I turn on the radio and 'I'm so tired' by Lauv and Troye Sivan comes on. One of my favorites. I sing along. 'I'm so tired of love songs, tired of love songs Tired of love songs, tired of love Just wanna go home, wanna go home

For who? Air rushes out of my lungs and my insides knot. She cannot have a kid for another man. I scroll through Mama Mace’s page. It’s either a new account or she doesn’t post often. There are only three videos. Her most viral being the one with our sound. I tap on the second video, and my heart twists into itself. “She’s singing about us,” I say to no one in particular. My knees buckle. I slide down to the floor, toss Sam’s phone to him, and bring out mine to view the videos. The lyrics of the song are on the screen instead of her face. It’s the chorus of Tangled sheets. Our song.