Don't Ever Change[hurt/comfort McLennon] Chapter 9An accident leaves John and the rest of The Beatles scarred. With the rhythm guitarist's memory and emotions tattered and in ruins, can Paul get him back to his usual self again? Or will The Beatles shatter apart like John's mind? Hurt/comfort. Eventual McLennon. Strong language throughout.Don't Ever Change[hurt/comfort McLennon] Chapter 94 days ago in Drama More Like This
... ... ...
"We have to find him,"
Paul had legs like rubber, a quivering set of fingers wrapped around the edge of the blue tablecloth. Everywhere he looked the reporters were shouting and stealing pictures. The bassist was both blind and deaf in the midst of the flashes and screams.
Security had quickly divided the press into two sections, parting them across the room. Brian and the three Beatles sprinted through the tight gap and out into the hallway.
"John!" That was George's worried voice. Paul couldn't take any of this in. He hadn't time to think before Brian spoke.
"Quickly," the manager breathed, as he started off down a corridor, "this way. Hurry!"
Their boots clapped like gunfire do
A Story Made of Songs (2)We were caught up and lost in all of our vices spending someone’s hard earned pay. You and me sitting on a bus on the front seat at the top, saw so many places with nothing more than time on [our] hands.A Story Made of Songs (2)5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I ran to a tower where the church bells chime [and] days later [my] ears are still ringing. But if you close your eyes, does it almost feel like nothing changed at all? I’ve seen that road before, it always leads me here [where the] drum’s still beating loud and clear. [Of course] you will only hear these elegant crimes [and] chain me up like a slave again. (One minute I held the key, next the walls were closed on me).
What did I do to you to make you feel so blue? You know you gotta help me out, [we could] bring the house down.
I want to feel my feet on the ground, I wanna feel things like you’ve never even dreamed.
How did we let it come to this? You and I have memories, echoes of a city that’s long overgrown. [I was] left strande