Song Lyric Sunday: Sweet Caroline

For this week’s Song Lyric Sunday, writers were challenged to grab hold of a song containing the word touch or feel, in either the title or the lyrics. After scouring for the ideal tune, the track best suited for such a task is the walkout song of UFC middleweight Darren Till—“Sweet Caroline” by Neil Diamond. 

Some fighters fit into their walkout song, such as Till and “Sweet Caroline,” like a four-ounce glove. When the first few measures fill the air and the hard-hitting Scouser begins his strut, the arena, especially in his hometown of Liverpool, prepares to sing along at the top of their lungs. Much like the spirit of the lyrics, Till touches the hands of fans leaning over the guardrail on his way to the Octagon, and he uses his 74.5-inch reach and the dynamite in each of his fists to reach out and touch the presented openings of any opponent standing before him.

Lyrics of “Sweet Caroline”:

Where it began

I can’t begin to knowin’

But then I know it’s growin’ strong

Was in the spring

And spring became the summer

Who’d have believed you’d come along

Hands, touchin’ hands

Reachin’ out, touchin’ me, touchin’ you

Sweet Caroline

Good times never seemed so good

I’ve been inclined

To believe they never would

But now I…

…look at the night

And it don’t seem so lonely

We fill it up with only two

And when I hurt

Hurtin’ runs off my shoulders

How can I hurt when holdin’ you?

Warm, touchin’ warm

Reachin’ out, touchin’ me, touchin’ you

Sweet Caroline

Good times never seemed so good

I’ve been inclined

To believe they never would

Oh, no, no

Sweet Caroline

Good times never seemed so good

Sweet Caroline

I believed they never could

Sweet Caroline

Good times never seemed so good…

Prompted from Song Lyric Sunday at: https://jimadamsauthordotcom.wordpress.com/2020/03/28/senses/.

Can You Guess the Fighter? #2

How well do you know your favorite fighters?

Using the given images as clues, try and guess the fighter’s name. The way you are supposed to read the clues is as follows: the first image at the top is the fighter’s nickname; the middle image is the first name; and the three images form the last name.

If you think you know the fighter’s name, enter it into the comments.

Good luck!

Flash Fiction: Wrapped In More Questions Than Answers

“I’ve never seen wraps like these,” Kyle said, flipping his hands like pancakes.

 A hand wrap’s broken continuity could cause damage, both physically and mentally.

“Been doing this for years, kid,” the cutman responded gruffly.

Word Count: 35

Prompted from the Weekend Writing Prompt at: https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2020/03/28/weekend-writing-prompt-150-continuity/.

Can You Guess the Fighter? #1

How well do you know your favorite fighters?

Using the given images as clues, try and guess the fighter’s name. The way you are supposed to read the clues is as follows: the first two images at the top are the first name; the middle image is the fighter’s nickname; and the two images at the bottom are the last name.

If you think you know the fighter’s name, enter it into the comments.

Good luck!

Flash Fiction: The Gym’s New Sheriff

There he was, again, flexing his middle-aged muscle to a team primarily consisting of young, amateur fighters. The handful of pros half-heartedly listened, but they, for the most part, tuned out his droning, senseless rambles and did their own thing. 

Coach Tim didn’t have a clue what he was doing; everyone knew, but only Kelvin, the most experienced of the bunch, voiced the obvious.

“I think it’s time you go,” Kevin announced before Friday morning’s sparring session. 

Echoes of agreement struck the gym’s walls, and the door hit Tim like a roundhouse kick on his way out.

Word Count: 99

Prompted from Carrot Ranch’s Flash Fiction Challenge at: https://carrotranch.com/2020/03/27/march-26-flash-fiction-challenge-2/.

Flash Fiction: Canvas of Dreams

Every weekend since turning pro, Darren tuned into The Big Show’s event as a means of recon, researching his future employer—instead of as a passive fan.

Of course, the stunning graphics flashing upon the screen, the familiar voices calling the play-by-play, the fighters everyone admired walking into the sport’s most recognizable cage, and the infamous canvas littered with sponsors like a Nascar made it easy for Darren to move into fanboy mode, but he forced himself, rather, to imagine himself in either the red or blue corner with the world’s eyes bore down on him.

Someday soon.

Word Count: 100

Prompted from MMA Storytime’s 100 Word Flash Fiction Challenge at: https://mmastorytime.com/2020/03/23/100-word-flash-fiction-challenge-11/.

Prompted from Your Daily Word Prompt at: https://allaboutwritingandmore.com/2020/03/26/your-daily-word-prompt-infamous-ydwordprompt-march-26-2020/.

Flash Fiction: A New Canvas

Mark and Monica had been together for seventeen years. Then, on their eighteenth anniversary, Mark came home with a bouquet of flowers, and Monica gifted him a manila envelope; she was filing for a divorce.

The decision of Mark’s future ex-wife was unexpected—a shot to the gut. Depression soon set in, causing Mark to bury his sadness with food and alcohol.

One day, Mark’s friend dragged him to participate in a kickboxing class. 

After smashing the heavy bag with his shin, Mark’s bitterness, just for a second, vanished. For Mark, the kickboxing ring’s canvas painted a new reality.

Prompted from MMA Storytime’s 100 Word Flash Fiction Challenge at: https://mmastorytime.com/2020/03/23/100-word-flash-fiction-challenge-11/.

Prompted from the Word of the Day Challenge at: https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/03/25/together/.

Prompted from the Three Things Challenge at: https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2020/03/25/three-things-challenge-185/.