ItalyXReader-International Love Pt. 1The map you had was all over the place, crumpling in your hands and you were starting to get quite frustrated. "Damn it!" you grumbled. "Why won't you cooperate with me?!"ItalyXReader-International Love Pt. 14 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Your map ripped while you were fiddling with and you gave up on your map and threw it away in the nearest trash bin. A crazed expression appeared on your face, "Ahaha! That's what you get for not doing your job!" You walked away chuckling to yourself when you finally snapped out of your insanity, you realized you were completely lost.
You sat down on a park bench. "Ah man! I came to Italy to have a nice relaxing vacation, but end up getting myself lost. This place is so big; I don't think I'll ever be able to find my way back to the hotel." You let out a deep sigh and rested your head on your hand.
"Va tutto bene, bella?"
You looked up to see a young Italian man in his early twenties speaking to you. He was an average size man, his eyes glistened a creamy bronze colour, he had short auburn hair that shone with flecks
Die Gedanken sind frei engl. translationDie Gedanken sind frei engl. translation4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The thoughts are free
Thoughts are free, who can guess them?
They flee by like nocturnal shadows.
No man can know them, no hunter can shoot them
with powder and lead: Thoughts are free!
I think what I want, and what delights me,
still always reticent, and as it is suitable.
My wish and desire, no one can deny me
and so it will always be: Thoughts are free!
And if I am thrown into the darkest dungeon,
all this would be futile work,
because my thoughts tear all gates
and walls apart: Thoughts are free!
So I will renounce my sorrows forever,
and never again will torture myself with whimsies.
In one's heart, one can always laugh and joke
and think at the same time: Thoughts are free!
I love wine, and my girl even more,
Only her I like best of all.
I'm not alone with my glass of wine,
my girl is with me: Thoughts are free!
Edward Scissorhands - Pt 9Edward Scissorhands - Pt 95 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Nobody was looking at the dark and gabled silhouette on the hill overlooking the town at exactly twenty-two minutes to twelve that Saturday night. It was lucky that nobody had, or more than one of the townsfolk would have added a new chapter to the peculiar ghost story that had insidiously circulated throughout the town over the decades, permeating the life of each and every inhabitant. For one brief instant, every single light in the place had flared on, crowning the whole hill with a blaze of glory.
The man with the scissors for hands had indeed discovered the electricity junction box.
Edward was lying flat on his back, hair alight with blue sparks, eyes rolling back in his head under the pale eyelids, almost out of their sockets. A faint curl of smoke drifted lazily up from the scorched black leather rags that swathed the prone form, and a smell of burning plastic hung in the air. It wasn't the first time and it certain
Pilgrim of the Year to BeThe night was crisp, and Doctor Jazz was making his rounds again.Pilgrim of the Year to Be4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
His first visit was to Mrs Madrigal at the far end of the valley. Her triplets were feverish, so he calmed and soothed them with the medicines in his little black bag until they fell into a rhythmic sleep. He left their worried mother with a chill pill and instructions to bring them to the surgery in the morning.
Back on the path, feet pumping, heart thumping, cane tapping, he scaled the ascent to Beggar's Farm, where Mr Williams was feeling crotchety. The problem was minor so his work was minimal and the visit brief.
He paused at the farm gates to enjoy the cooler breeze of the hilltop and watch the stars in their slow spiral dance. He patted the pockets of his long frock coat to locate his pipe, and smoked a bowl as he traced the dark line of the hills across the way and the yellow lights of the houses in the village below. A sheep bleated in a nearby field and he was content. Life in the valley was harmonious, a pasto
CheerI'm living my life as if it's the last moment I have.Cheer3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who knows, maybe I'll make it.
Maybe I won't.
Taking life for granted.
I just did what made me happy.
Then everything changed.
When I couldn't even be me anymore.
I was someone that I didn't even know who.
I just had to break free.
And it lead me to where I am today.
So Ivy, cheer up. You might have fallen,
but there are always people to lend you a hand to help you get right back up.
HomecomingThe dead do not need a homecomingHomecoming3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
or an invitation -
they do not wait at the door
to be let in
or cross the threshold
with crossed fingers
and a prayer.
They do not wear their best clothes -
no poplin suits
or brocade skirts
to catch upon the lintels
or dust the marble floors.
They will not dine
upon your crusts
or marrow bones or salted eggs
nor steal the heavy coins
from out beneath the rugs .
They'll only tarry
in the hall
and make soft moan
amidst the wind
wondering why you turned
their faces to the wall
and put out
your best china.
The Lost PianistThe Lost PianistThe Lost Pianist3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tears reminisce mahogany boxed memories,
Of ecstatic crescendos and tearful diminuendos.
For deep in eternal sadness lies the lost pianist,
Who once dreamt of glorious symphonies.
As he caresses the goddess of the piano,
She moans of rhythmic joy and pleasure,
Executing works that rival the Siren's song,
Echoing the lost voices of her past masters.
But in time's command, their hearts went astray.
Each lying in their own pool of heartfelt miseries.
While he walks asunder, away from melodic Eden,
She beckons to him, yearning to be loved.
Her sorrowful notes whisper his name,
When he contemplates sweet nostalgia.
They swore to eternity to unite in bliss.
A promise that surpasses a mere forevermore.<i>
I Need You, Ch. 3I Need You, Ch. 34 years ago in Romance More Like This
George wasn't the only one awake that night.
Ringo gazed up at the dark ceiling. Funny that he couldn't sleep now - he'd felt exhausted all day. He still was now, as a matter of fact. But something, something niggling at the back of his mind, wouldn't let him sleep.
Ugh, ugh, ugh. George. Stupid gay George. If George hadn't been such a massive queer and decided to kiss Ringo all of a sudden, he wouldn't be lying awake now, wracked with guilt and confusion and - it was no use blaming George, was it? Ringo was the one who had overreacted, after all.
But then how was he supposed to react to being kissed by a bloke? It wasn't as if they taught it in school (and even if they did, Ringo would probably have been off ill that day anyway). So, there wasn't really any reason for him to feel so - whatever this was - over the whole incident. Girls wer
Skinny DippingSlumping in his chair, Ringo glanced around the hotel room sadly. He and George were the only ones there, being that Paul and John decided to go for a few drinks. He was bored. Very, very bored.Skinny Dipping4 years ago in Humor More Like This
"George, you sure there's nothin' to do?"
The guitarist grunted, kicking his feet up on the end up the couch he'd claimed for himself, "We've done it all three times. There's really nothin' left."
The older sighed, moving to lay beside his boyfriend. George was right, of course. They'd all ready played poker and checkers, all ready tried to write a new song together, and all ready polished off the last of the ice cream. There was, quite literally, nothing to fucking do.
Until Ringo got a devious little idea. He smirked just thinking about it.
"What's that look for, then?" George quirked one of his bushy eyebrows at the drummer he adored, "You've got that plotting face on, y'know."
Ringo turned to look at the younger, chuckling, "I thought of something to do. Let's go skinny dipping."
Mistletoe KissThe look said it all:Mistletoe Kiss4 years ago in Humor More Like This
What are you doing here? You weren't invited!
Jane clung onto Paul tighter and turned her gaze away from John as they stopped to chat with a few of Brian's employees. John was sitting alone at a table at the far left corner holding a cup of eggnog in his hand. By the look on his face you could tell he wasn't having a good time at the Christmas party. He looked like he wanted to punch a wall or push a chair down.
Paul had let go of Jane to shake hands with a couple of musicians and then started making conversation with them. His face lit up as he was talking about the newest Beatles album Revolver and how successful it was doing for the music business.
Jane sighed and peered over to see if she could find anyone else to hang out with for a little while, because Paul was going to talk forever about himself and she would easily get bored.
Besides the glaring John, there stood the Harrisons with the Starkeys. George wore a brown jacket with jeans.
Yes It Is"Paul?"Yes It Is4 years ago in Drama More Like This
The younger Beatle squeezed his eyes shut tighter, not wanting to be disturbed at this moment. But John kept shaking his shoulder. "Paul? I know you're awake."
Despite this, Paul kept playing dumb. Eventually John sighed and laid back down, pulling him a bit closer. Paul smiled and almost fell back asleep when John asked something that made his eyes fly open.
"Do you love me, Paul?"
Paul sat up, tangled in sheets and blankets. He felt his dark hair, all messed up and spiky. John flicked on the lamp. His light brown mop was the same, and his dark eyes were curious.
"Do I love you?" Paul repeated, stalling. John nodded. "I don't know, it's just....we've kissed, we're a couple, and yet....we've never said, 'I love you', to each other."
Paul blinked his doe-eyes, and John almost smiled. The eyes fit the image perfectly, with the surprised expression of being caught off guard.
"I-I'd have to think about it, John." he said, hesitating. "I mean, it's not something you say to everyone.
Hello, Goodbye"Paul!" I screamed, my voice rasping sorely. It hurt endlessly to scream, but I couldn't stop. I kept banging my fist against the window, trying to get a response from the bloody mess inside. A few policemen came up, and one said gently to me, "Back up, Lennon."Hello, Goodbye4 years ago in Drama More Like This
"No!" I screamed back, twisting. He grabbed my arm, and started pulling me away.
"I don't want to leave him there!" My voice hissed near the end, and everything started blurring through the angry tears forming in my eyes.
"Calm down." a voice said. I couldn't tell where it came from. But I didn't stop fighting, even as more policemen started dragging me back. I could feel the thousands of pairs of eyes on me as I was pulled back, twisting and screaming. I didn't care though. I kept screaming, "Wake up! Paul, stay, please!" My voice broke sporadically throughout as the shattered car was pulled out of sight.
* * *
I sat up, straight as a board. I quickly wiped away a few tears from my eyes, realizing I must have been crying i
How Do You Do It?"John! Come help me!"How Do You Do It?4 years ago in Drama More Like This
John jumped up, his mop flopping gently as he did. "Paul? Where are you lad?"
"In here!" he yelled again from the living room. John walked in, finding that Paul and George were lying on the floor thumb-wrestling.
He crossed his arms and chuckled gently. He leaned against the doorway and said, "What do you need help with, Paul?"
"This bloke keeps cheating on me!" Paul complained. George grinned and said quietly, "It's not my fault if playing a guitar every day gives me quick fingers."
As John watched, George pressed his thumb down and beat Paul again.
"Johnnie, he's cheating!" Paul whined almost childishly. John smiled and said, "No, he isn't. Least you don't have to play cards with Ringo. He's a bloody cheater."
"Am not!" Ringo protested. He walked up to lean in the doorway next to John. He grinned at the older man and said smugly, "You're just a horrible card player!"
John grinned back at him. Suddenly he said, "What do you lads say to going out to the park for a
The Last WordsThe Last Words4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"W-what?" Paul asked, shaking his head at the nonsense that Ringo was telling him. "He's in the hospital, almost dead. If not, no longer living at all." Ringo gravely repeated over the phone. Paul clutched his heart, and ran to grab the keys to his car, but not before murmuring a quick,"Bye," to Ringo and hanging up the phone.
He started the vehicle, and climbed in the drivers seat. Paul drove way over the speed limit, as tears flowed out of the his doe eyes. He finally made it to the airport, and he rushed inside.
"One ticket to New York?" He asked the lady at the counter. She shook her head, and he screeched," BUT I'M PAUL FUCKING MCCARTNEY! MY BEST FRIEND IS DYING AS WE SPEAK!" She cowered at his lashing out, and handed him a first class ticket. "Thanks," Paul grinned. "How much?" He asked her, pulling out his wallet.
"Nothing, just go." She calmly replied. Paul took off at those words, running down the terminal."And write a song about me!" She called as the bassist turned the corne
I've Just Seen A FaceHe sighed, sprawled on the couch. He reached out for a fluffy pillow, cuddling it under his stomach.I've Just Seen A Face4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I didn't stop playing. The poignant sounds of the piano that normally cheered him up now just seemed to irritate him, especially whenever I screwed something up from my anxiety.
After the seventh time I did, he finally lifted his head. "Can you just stop?" he snapped.
I did for a minute, caught off guard. My fingers jumped, breaking the complete rhythm of the notes as easily as a mistake on the keys themselves. "You never usually want the sound of a piano to stop." I said hesitantly. I set my fingers against the keys, but didn't play. He buried his face in the pillow again.
"Yeah, well...." He didn't bother finishing. I already knew the answer.
I played a quick riff, pleased when I finally did it right. He flipped onto his back. Normally his big dark eyes were sparkling and charming. Today they were more like black holes, sucking in whatever happiness managed to bring itself in. Instead
YellowLook at the stars,Yellow4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Look how they shine for you,
And everything you do,
Yeah, they were all yellow
So it's night again. The hotel room window was open for a while, and since then John was anchored there, staring at the sky, mesmerized by those shiny little spots. On that night, the stars seemed brighter and more yellow than ever.
John was never of notice details. Maybe that's why he had never seen the stars, or, if he saw it, was only a glance; without paying much attention. He never had been very thorough.
However, there he was, staring at them. Staring at them as if they were his confidents of several stations.
Maybe they truly were.
He never paid too much attention to those little yellow dots in the sky, but after some thought, he realized that they were always there. Always there in the sky, every night.
Suddenly, he looked at Paul, wrapped in the sheets, sleeping peacefully. Wrapped in his bed sheets; his soft hair on John's pillow. Is that possible? To love someone
Stepped All OverPaul was known for being an optimist. There was almost no situation he couldn't turn around with a little bit of positive thinking. Every day was just as wonderful as the lastevery experience refreshing as the first. He couldn't help it, he was just born that way.Stepped All Over4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As a result of optimal optimism, Paul was having a great morning. It started off with rolling out of bed around 10:30, well rested and ready to start a lazy day. From there he took a long, warm, relaxing shower and hopped out near a half-hour later and dressed in a pair of slacks, a clean white shirt, and one of his many awful sweater-vests. Dancing as he prepared for heading to the studio, the bassist found his wallet and flagged down a taxi once he was outside.
Ringo and George had called his apartment sometime between waking up and showering to inform him that they probably wouldn't be able to make it because George had caught a bad cold and Ringo was determined to stay with him through it. Despite how convincing the
My SolaceJohn's in heaven now. That's the only solace I have, and that I will join him soon because I'm getting older now, then me and Ringo and George can go up and see him and be with him, younger and prettier, to make music again.My Solace5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Confessions Chapter 2"P-Paul, I just had to tell you . I had too. Me and George were crossing the street and a car almost ran me over, and I couldn't help but think that if I had really died there, I would have never told you how I felt. You would never know. And I couldn't bare to think that, I might have not had the guts to say it before, but now I know I needed to tell you. I don't want to die without you knowing it. And I don't expect you to feel the same way, you probably think that I'm a fucking poofter, and you're disgusted at me, I had to tell you. I just-"Confessions Chapter 24 years ago in Romance More Like This
And then Paul leaned in and kissed him.
John's eyes widened, but slowly, as Paul reached up his hand and rested it on John's cheek, John closed his eyes and deepened the kiss.
Not caring anymore what Paul thought, John let the tears come out of his eyes and stream down his face, not just tears of happiness, but tears of relief.
He had finally said it. He finally told Paul McCartney he loved him.
Paul pulled John in closer, with both hands now on
The Next Best ThingThe Next Best Thing4 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Brian, you faggot, there's a lot of people outside the window," John told me. "They know we're here!"
"They know that you are here, John," I said. "Nobody gives a damn about me. They want you."
"Well, screw 'em," John said with a snort. "If the people really love me, they would leave me the fuck alone!"
He couldn't say it better than that. I had to smile. The two of us were stuck inside a room at the Mason Hotel, both looking out the large glass window. We were seeing a crowd of people - fans - in the middle of the street blocking out traffic. Fourteen or so girls were holding up a sign that said COME OUT, WE LOVE YOU! in black paint. The message tickled me, because it wasn't that easy. It wasn't easy to come out. I should know about that sort of thing because I'm a, well, I think you know. The group knows. John knows and still picks on me to this day.
From the corner of my eye, I could see John unbuckling his belt. My face quickly became pale and I broke into a cold swe
Silly Hate SongsSilly Hate Songs4 years ago in Drama More Like This
"Too many people going underground... Too many reaching for a piece of cake..."
John Lennon snorted at the record player and turned to his wife, Yoko Ono, and former band-mate, George Harrison, who were both sitting as far as possible on the couch. "Do you hear this?" he said. "It's crap!"
"Too many people pulled and pushed around... Too many waiting for that lucky break!"
Yoko had her arms wrapped around her knees, hugging them close to her, looking smaller and not saying a word. George was bent over with his hands folded between his knees. His eyes were following John as he was pacing back and forth getting all worked up.
"Stop playing the record, John," George sighed.
John ignored him. He stopped and grabbed Paul's latest LP album off the glass coffee table that showed McCartney, himself, stuck inside a pen grabbing the horns of a ram with the title that actually spelled RAM in large block letters.
"Listen to the fuckin' words, George!"
"That was your f
The TrampolineGeorge bit into his Golden Delicious apple and smiled as he watched Paul do a few jumping jacks on their trampoline in the yard. He was dressed in a sparkly blue leotard with purple tights. A white sweatband was worn around his head, making tufs of his dark hair stick out. Martha was barking beside him and spun in circles a few times, trying to catch her tail. It was late afternoon and Paul was in the middle of his work out.The Trampoline4 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Come... Try... This... Out!" he puffed, leaping up and down with his long legs stretching, then closing.
George swallowed bits of the juicy apple and laughed. "I don't think so," he giggled. "It's more fun watching you!" He was leaned against the side of the farmhouse, barefoot, with his pant cuffs rolled up. The sun was shining low in the sky, ready to set in less than an hour. George had spent a good twenty-five minutes watching Paul jump and bounce around like a ballerina.
Paul raised his arms up and George laughed at his hairy armpits. He knew it was a childis
Confessions Chapter 3The press conference seemed to drag on for hours, reporters asking endless amounts of questions that didn't seem to reach John's ears. He had more important things to think about than how they had decided what would be the album cover of A Hard Day's Night.Confessions Chapter 34 years ago in Romance More Like This
Beautiful, precious Paul whose hand was entwined with John's tightly, under the table they were sitting at, where no one would see.
John slowly rubbed his thumb up and down Paul's hand, soothing and comforting him, telling him they'd be home soon enough.
"Do any of the rest of you have any plans to settle down?" One reporter asked.
"I haven't got any" Paul announced, squeezing John's hand softly and reassuringly.
"Ringo and I are getting married" George replied.
"Oh? To Whom?" Ringo asked curiously.
"To each other. But that's a thing you'd better keep a secret" George said.
"You better not tell anybody" Ringo told the reporter.
John smiled. Not just at the joke but also at how smoothly things were going. No suspicions at