Free Samples!

Who doesn’t like the free food samples you get when at the supermarket? Here are a couple of song-based tidbits I have cooking (bonus points if you can guess the songs upon which they were based):

Endless Skies:
The air vents sighed and the ship vibrated as it departed Earth’s atmosphere. They gazed out the portal at what had been their home. Umber, verdant land masses and cerulean seas, spotted with swirling ivory clouds. A bright, purple blaze shone from the eastern seaboard of the United States, where the bombs had been detonated. A sapphire haze had spread across a third of the globe, snuffing life’s flame from everything it touched. Earth would be barren within hours.
Toni sighed and plopped into a beanbag in the corner with her guitar. Her shaking hands carefully rolled a joint. A silvery beam of moonlight illuminated her as if she were performing on stage.
“I think we need some sweet leaf to free our minds of this.”
Teri nodded, grabbed her bongos, and joined her.

Not Dark Yet:
When I found my daughter in the still-smoking rubble, her left leg was missing. Nothing but shredded ribbons of bloodied flesh and a shattered stump of bone remained.
Agonized screams pierced the air all around me, but I barely heard them. Dust and smoke stole the air from my lungs, but I hardly noticed. All my attention was on her; nothing else mattered. I lifted her with care, brushed her silky black hair behind an ear, and kissed her forehead.
“You’re fine, it’s going to be okay,” I lied, trying my best to smile.
 Blood flowed from her body and into the mud of the now torn-apart road as tears flowed from my face and onto hers. She blinked at them and croaked out my name before another squadron of death planes roared overhead. I ducked under a broken, leaning wall that had been part of the market just minutes before. The ground shook as more bombs dropped and continued to level the city. The ringing in my ears drowned out all sound.
I looked down at the girl in my arms and saw the rise and fall of her chest had ceased. A check of her pulse confirmed my worst fear. My searing eyes dropped to her new handmade doll that lay abandoned on what remained of the road, smudged with ash and blood. She had turned four, two days prior.

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