Hello everyone. So, I've always wanted to do one of those stories where you write little things while listening to songs on shuffle and stuff, so I finally decided to. This will most likely include a lot of things, and no idea how long it's going to end up being. I'm probably just going to write them whenever I feel like it, so yeah.

I'm Impressed- The Might be Giants

When that gorilla pounds his chest,
I fall to bits, I confess,
I admit, I'm impressed.

Sam and Eric sat huddled near the back of Castle Rock. J- The Chief was telling them all about the hunt tomorrow. How they would have to be prepared, because this prey would be a lot more dangerous than a pig. They couldn't take any chances. They had to kill him as soon as they could.

The twins shuddered at how cold and calculating the redhead was in his description of just how they would going to kill the prey- another boy like them- Ralph.

It was disgusting.

But it certainly was impressive.

Home- Edward Sharp and the Magnetic Zeros

Home, let me go home,
Home is whenever I'm with you.

"What do you want to do when you get home?" Piggy asked him, seemingly out of the blue. The two had been sitting by the fire, making sure it wouldn't go out because no one else seemed much interested in that anymore. No one cared about rescue anymore.

"Take a shower. And eat some real food. And see my dad," Ralph answered, not looking away from the flickering flames. Piggy nodded in agreement, throwing a few more small sticks on as he did.

"I wonder if any of us will see each other again after this," the chubby boy said absently. Ralph looked up at him, surprised, before shrugging.

"I'm sure we will. England isn't very big," he said.

"But what if we don't go back to England, we were being evacuated, remember?" Piggy countered. Ralph waved his comment away though, not wanting to think about that very much.

"Doesn't matter, we'll still see each other, I'm sure."

Careful What You Pack- They Might be Giants

It's a new year,
Careful what you pack,
There's no going back.

Simon carefully made his way through the rain drenched forest. His stomach was in knots from the anticipation of what was going to happen. There'd been talks for the past couple of days of having to evacuate, and his parents were making him pack up most of his belongings in order to prepare for it. The only things not put away were his school supplies and his choir outfit, since he still needed to do those two things.

He should be getting ready for school now, or packing more, or just something besides walking through the damp forest. But he just wanted to clear his mind. He liked being outside, and he didn't want to leave now.

Something told him once he left he wouldn't ever be able to come back.

Kids in America- Len

Kind hearts don't make a new story;
Kind hearts don't grab any glory.

They were just kids, really. Ralph couldn't understand how things had turned out this way. None of them meant any harm in the beginning, not at all.

They were just trying to behave like the adults. Even Jack had been alright in the beginning. He wanted rules just like everyone else. Wanted to get rescued. All Ralph wanted was to get rescued.

And he was now. But two of his friends were dead and probably a few other boys he didn't even know about and just how had everything gone so wrong?

Band-Aid Only Covers the Bullet Hole- Scarling

Say hello to my little friend,
the world is getting ugly and we did it again.

"We need meat."

Roger nodded, not paying much attention to Jack as the redhead nearly frantically paced back and forth.

"He just doesn't understand that. All he cares about is that stupid fire. We don't need rescue; it's never going to happen, so why does he care so much? What we need is food, that's what important. Roger, isn't that what's really important?" Jack asked, turning towards the other boy.

Roger nodded once again, barely looking away from sharpening his spear. Jack tended to get like this sometimes, although for the life of him Roger couldn't understand why. Why did he need excuses for what he was doing? It was what he wanted to do, so that's all that should matter.

They could do whatever they wanted on this island. So if Jack wanted to kill Ralph, then Roger didn't need an excuse.

He'd kill the boy in a heartbeat.

Heaven's not Enough- Steve Conte

Heaven's not enough,
if when I'm there I don't remember you.

Simon smiled softly as he watched the scene from the edge of the forest. He'd been right after all. Ralph was going to be able to get home all right.

Well, maybe not 'all right,' but well enough physically. He'd be able to recover from all the damage those other boys did to him in due time, and everything was going to be okay.

The smile slowly fell from his face despite this however. He was going to miss Ralph, and the littluns and even the other choir boys. He was going to miss being alive. He already did.

There wasn't anything he could do though, and reluctantly the young boy left the island once the ship carrying the remains of the stranded boys was finally out of sight.

The Kill- 30 Seconds to Mars

I am finished with you,
Look in my eyes;
you're killing me, killing me.

Ralph wasn't even sure what he was saying at this point. The anger inside of him had quickly boiled over at the sight of that blasted hunter with those glasses that didn't belong to him and acting like he was in charge when he wasn't. They had voted Ralph to be chief, why didn't anyone seem to remember that anymore.

All he knew now was that he and Jack were fighting. Actually fighting and hitting each other and Ralph wasn't thinking about anything else at the moment. He stole Piggy's glasses, he just captured Samneric and Ralph was sick and tired of him and was going to make him pay and then maybe the others would listen to him again and they could get rescued.

And then the boulder rolled down Castle Rock. Piggy was in the ocean and the conch shattered. And he was running.

Running, running, running and just trying to get away.

He had to get away.

Little Secrets- Passion Pit

Let this be our little secret,
No one needs to know we're feeling,
Higher and higher and higher.

The hunt had failed. Jack was absolutely furious and no one had any idea where Ralph was. No matter how much they tortured the twins, they didn't have any new information on where the blond could be. He'd only told them that he was going to hide in the bushes by castle rock, nothing after that.

It's been almost two weeks now though. Jack was slowly starting to calm down with the idea that maybe Ralph really had died after all. He might have gotten hurt or fallen off a cliff or something like that. Either way, no one was going to hear from him ever again, so the redhead's power was safe.

"Hey, how're you doing?" Maurice whispered as he crawled into the thatchet of creepers, making sure the blonde knew who he was so that he didn't get too scared. Ralph sighed before offered a tired smile to the other boy.

"Fine. He's starting to forget about me?" he asked, and Maurice nodded, handing the blond some fruit and a bit of meat he'd managed to steal for him, which he quickly devoured.

"Yep, he's starting to think you're really dead," he answered, and for some reason that made the blond smile even more.

"I feel like I'm dead," he mumbled, but Maurice quickly shook his head.

"You're not dead; it's just a secret that you're alive."

Clint Eastwood- The Gorillaz

Allow me to make this,
Child-like in nature.

This hadn't been the first time Simon had spoken to the Lord of the Flies.

It worried his parents, but the doctors reassured them that it was quite all right. A side effect of his condition, the faints and seizures would cause hallucinations at times. They just had to explain to the boy that they weren't really real. It was simply all in his head, and wouldn't affect him at all when he wasn't having a spell.

Simon never told anyone that there were times when the Lord talked to him and he wasn't having a fit. In the church, when he was near sleep, just randomly during class or when he was eating dinner.

It tended to say disturbing things that he tried to ignore, but sometimes it explained things to him. Helped him understand what was really going on. It had been the one to tell him that Ralph would get home all right. It had told him that he on the other hand, wouldn't be so lucky.

Simon didn't know quite what the Lord was, but it helped him. Not quite a guardian angel, that was for sure, but he didn't know what else to call it.

Eventually, the boy decided that an imaginary friend was the best term he could come up with.

Birdhouse in your Soul- They Might be Giants

Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
who watches over you.
Make a little birdhouse in your soul.

"Roger, what are you doing?" the shorter boy looked up from carefully looking over the song they were supposed to be singing. That was, they were supposed to be if that alarm hadn't gone off.

"Nothing," Roger said simply, closing his music book and starting to follow the clearly scared redhead out of the choir room. The sound of the alarms was almost deafening, and Roger dearly wished they would just stop already.

Jack kept glancing back at him, as if afraid. They were being evacuated though, so he guessed there was a reason to be. They quickly arrived with the rest of the choir, which was soon filed onto a plane.

Jack didn't know him that well. They never talked outside of choir. Roger was surprised that he'd noticed he wasn't with the rest of them.

He was even more surprised that Jack had gone back into the choir room to get him.

I think I might do ten of these a chapter, how does that sound? I'm actually surprised I was able to write so much in the time limit for some of them (little secrets in particular. No idea where the idea for that one came from either).

Also, they might be giants appeared three times in this chapter. Um, yeah, they're kind of my favorite ever.

Well, I do hope you liked this, please review and let me know what you think.