It's a Love StoryIt's a Love Story4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It's a Love Story!
Summary: There's a big party out in Manchester but only John and Paul have been invited to go. The two men immediately accept the invitation, leaving George and Ringo at home by themselves. Feeling rejected and depressed, George and Ringo try to comfort each other.
It was a rainy morning in Liverpool. Paul was sitting at the grand piano, striking the keys lazily. Ringo was seated in a big chair paging through a magazine. George had pulled a chair up to the window and was staring out at the street. John was in the bathroom taking a shower. "Oh look, the mail's here," George observed, "I'll go get it." The guitarist got up from his seat, put on his coat quickly, and went out the door. A few moments later he returned with a few envelopes in his hand. John walked into the room, smelling fresh from the shower.
"What do ye got here, Georgie? Anything for me?" he asked, taking the mail from George. "Let's see. Bills
McLennonMcLennon3 years ago in Settings More Like This
Whilst the Beatles had always been marketed as a heterosexual group - in contrast with the Stones, whose image was androgynous - they were sympathetic to the homosexual population. Lennon himself was alleged to have had affairs with both men and women, and although he never openly admitted it to me, his condemnation of Britain as a land which feeds on a homosexual subsculture persuades me at this late stage that he was speaking from experience. I am sure that the break-up of the Beatles, or, more specifically, of John and Paul, must have been more traumatic than any of us suspect.
(Source: Sandra Shevey, The Other Side of Lennon)
As mild and oblique as the comment was [Paul's "You took your lucky break and broke it in two" line from "Too Many People"], it seemed to cut John to the heart. On top of the questionnaire inside the McCartney album and the lawsuit, it was like the tipping point between a divorcing couple that turns love into savage, no-holds-barred hostility. Indeed, John's w
Fear of Spiders"John! John!"Fear of Spiders4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"John! Come in here! Hurry!"
"Hold on a second!"
"What?! What's wrong? Who got killed?"
"Look, up there! On the wall!"
"The wall ? Christ, Paul, a spider? That's what you're screaming about? Really?"
"Yes, really. Now kill it!"
"Why can't you?"
"Because I don't wanna get near it."
"Oh, for fuck's sake, Paul. It's a spider! It's not gonna hurt you!"
"This is our room! What if it gets in our bed and bites me in the middle of the night? It's happened before, y'know."
"It's not going to bite you in the middle of the night!"
"Yes, it will! Happened to me loads of times when I was little. I woke up with one on my neck once, which means the spider was crawling on me while I was sleeping!"
"Oh, so you're scared of them, eh?"
"I'm not scared, they're just creepy."
"Paulie is scared! Paulie is scared!"
"Oh, fuck off, Lennon! I'm not scared!"
"Then why don't you kill it yourself?"
"Because Because I don't feel like it!"
Tummy Ache"Aw, fuck," John cursed, and dropped his knife and fork onto his plate with a loud clatter. He leaned back on the couch with a painful look on his face.Tummy Ache3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"What's the matter?" Paul was sitting beside him, and wiped his mouth with a napkin. He stared at John, worried and scared. "John?"
"I fucking ate too fast," John moaned. He grabbed his stomach and gritted his teeth. It felt like he swallowed a whole watermelon and his belly felt so big and full.
"Uh oh." Paul threw his napkin on his plate and pushed his TV tray away. He scooted closer to John and placed a hand on his forehead. "Do you need something?"
"I'm not having a fever, Paul," John hissed. He swatted Paul's hand away and fell sideways to rest his cheek against the arm of the couch. His legs curled up with his feet tucked in. Paul bit his lip and stared for a few seconds before reaching down to slide his hand underneath John's shirt.
John peered down. "What are you doing?" He didn't move Paul's hand away, because his touch was ni
I Feel Fine Chp. 1I Feel Fine Chp. 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I was running as fast as I could, trying to make my way to the concert in time. Crowds were swarming around The Cavern. The Beatles were back in Liverpool playing some of the songs from their first album before heading to the U.S and every girl alive was going to see them. Who was I you ask? I was one of those girls. The name is Lauren. I'm a fifteen year old blond hair, blue-eyed artist who likes to drum. I was wearing a blue, three quarter sleeve v-neck with some denim shorts. Around my neck was an engraved necklace that matched my bracelet. I had a little bag hanging on my arm, which held my sketch pad, drumsticks, and other things.
Ever since my step father introduced me to music, I've been hooked on Beatlemania. Fortunately, I'm nowhere near as crazy like those other fans.
Being the smart girl I am, I managed to sneak in. I tagged along behind a group of really inappropriately dressed women. Luckily, I wasn't noticed. No one was allowed in unless you are over 21. Anyway, once insi
Day Tripper Ch. 1Day Tripper Ch. 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
September 17, 1963
The night air was cool and soothing. Kamila casually walked down the dimly lit sidewalk. Wind blew dead fall leaves onto the barren street. The leaves crunched under her two inch heal boots while she strolled down the concert path. She pulled her leather jacked tighter as a cool breeze blew into her face. The girl looked up at the night sky , at the moon. The glowing ruler of the navy blue abyss towering over everyone's heads. Kamila was merely the moon's humble servant. It ruled her and her secret life.
She turned the corner to see several people standing on the sidewalk. She walked over the mass to see what all the commotion was about.
"The Cavern Club." She read the bright neon sign.
"Aye, missy!" A rather drunk man threw his arm around her shoulder. He took another gulp of his pint before speaking, "Them Beatles have played 'ere!" he laughed.
"Well, that certainly is um interesting." She gently removed the man's hand that was get
Beatles:For No One Chapter 26Beatles:For No One Chapter 264 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Madison: Those 4 words they seem so simple 'will you marry me?' My, it keeps echoing! My reaction, never the less, is tearful, and surprised. My emotions, happy but scared. I do feel dedicated to Paul as much as he's dedicated to me. Yes, I want to raise Julia with him. I want to hold him every second of every day. I never want to let go or lose him. I feel this love could last years and years. The obvious answer? I've just said it, and it is finally here.
"Yes!" I cried out.
I had to let it all out! I oddly felt my emotions trapped as I thought, no, I couldn't even think! It was different! I jumped down to Paul's arms and kissed him, and he kissed me back.
" OH Paul!" I wrapped my arms around his neck and began to cry. He held my waist tightly, and soon took my hand and placed the proposal ring on my ring finger
I Feel Fine Chp. 10I Feel Fine Chp. 104 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Paul looked over to see if I was ready, but I was still thinking about what the boys had said just moments earlier. Then he waved and I finally noticed it was time to start. I nodded back as I counted the band off. "126.96.36.199.1.2.3!" I did a double hit on the snare and floor tom to begin the song. The crowd was surprised how I nailed it perfectly.
From the side of the stage, Brian looked furious about how I disobeyed his order. Steam was practically spewing out of his ears. We were definitely in for a long lecture later. Yet we didn't really care, we were just enjoying ourselves too much.
John and Paul sang in perfect unison as usual while George was moving around playing his guitar. Ringo was watching everyone else, in deep thought. He had a tiny smile on his face, so I assumed everything was fine. I noticed that quite a few girls in the couple front rows got super duper pissed at me when George looked back in my direction and we exchanged silent laughs. Just wait until they find out th
Costume ChaosCostume Chaos4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"What the hell is this?"
The Beatles looked at the wardrobe closet, surprised at their "outfits" were supposed to wear for this particular photo shoot. Paul's eyes widened, while George lifted an eyebrow. John snorted, his rebellious attitude coming out, while Ringo just well, was being Ringo.
"That's it, Brian has finally lost it."
"What is he smoking?"
"I am NOT doing this"
"So that's where all the pot went "
While the Beatles continued to stare at the wardrobe, Brian walked in the room, frowning as he noticed they didn't have their costumes on.
"Boys, hurry up! The photographer is gonna be here any minute, and you need to be ready!" Brain said.
"Eppie, there is no way I am going out like this!"
"It's not that bad, I promise boys. Come on John, put on this costume and go get changed."
"Like hell I will!"
"John " Brian sighed. He didn't want to put up with John's attitude right now. And he could feel a headache coming on.
"I'm with him Brian, I am
I Feel Fine Chp. 4I Feel Fine Chp. 44 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The next morning, I woke up early in my hotel room, fully rested and refreshed. I did a quick stretch; then got out of my bed. Getting dressed, I grabbed some casual wear from my suitcase. I was wearing a maroon colored, short sleeved shirt. On the shirt was this logo of a designer company. I chose to match it with a pair of black corduroy pants. Very casual. After that, I briefly straightened my hair in the bathroom. I've got to look at least somewhat decent when going down to the lobby to get breakfast.
When I reached the lobby, I bought a newspaper that came out today. Guess what the top story was? "New talent along with the Fab Four" aka me! It was great! I couldn't wait to show Ringo. Basically, it was about how I'm traveling with the Beatles and why. Now back to what was going on. I headed to the café that was within the hotel. There I snatched some chow for breakfast, taking the bag back up to my room.
On the way back to the room, I somehow ran into George in the hallway. "
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"Race ya!" Paul shouted back at John as he clumsily sprinted up the hill. John followed close behind, letting Paul take the lead. Ringo then ran after the first two boys, tripping once, but falling into George's arms.
"Gotcha!" George shouted as he caught little Ringo. Ringo looked up at him and his whole face turned red. Embarrassed, he quickly got back on his feet and brushed himself off.
"I'm fine!" he said quickly.
"That's all I need to hear, Luv" George said with a gentle, warm smile. Ringo looked away and blushed deeper. The look on George's face made his heart beat faster.
Paul made it to the top of the hill.
"Beatcha!" he yelled at John. John just smiled and nodded. He loved the cute expression Paul made when he was proud of himself. The same face he would make after completing a song or cooking something he
Love Is For AllLove Is For All4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Now that's disgusting!"
Paul and John pulled away from each other on the park bench and saw two girls giving them the stink eye in front of them. One girl had dark sausage curly hair and the other one had blond hair soft as silk with blue clips. They were young looking, probably fourteen at the most, and they've just witnessed the famous Lennon and McCartney making out.
"Excuse me?" John said, knowing he heard right but didn't want to believe it.
"You calling us disgusting?" Paul took his hand away from John's waist, looking deeply broken and hurt.
"Yes!" cried the dark haired girl. "The world trusted you! Now you're just a couple of queers!"
"Shut yer trap!" John yelled. He was about to get up and slap the girl shamelessly, but Paul was holding him back, murmuring for him to calm down. "All right," John responded, then he faced the girls again. "Get the fuck away from us!"
"How can you guys live with yourselves?" said the blond haired girl.
"Love is for all," Paul said softly. "If yo
You Are Tearing Me ApartRingo's POVYou Are Tearing Me Apart3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Couldn't he tell it was eating at me? Surely, he had to notice. Right?
The way he could walk around and be blissfully ignorant to my prolonged stares and lingering touches. The way he could be perfectly, happily single without a care in the world.
Couldn't he tell he was driving me bloody insane?!
"G-George...." I cleared my throat from the bed I was lounging on, turning in the direction of the chair where he was perched, guitar in his arms. We were sharing a room, like every other time.
He looked up, all be it briefly, with a confused look in his eyes. Whatever melody he was plinking out was enough to capture his full attention.
I wish I was enough to capture even part of his attention.
I let out a small sigh and shrunk back against the pillows of my bed, shaking my head, "You look busy. Forget it."
Of course, I knew he wouldn't. When your best friend says to forget about something, it's your duty to pester them until they spill their guts. It's o
Here TodayAnd if I say I really loved youHere Today4 years ago in Drama More Like This
And was glad you came along.
Then you were here today,
Uh, uh, uh, for you were in my song.
Paul McCartney set his guitar down and wiped his eyes roughly. The song was finished, finally, but that raw pain was still there. It felt as though a huge piece of his heart had broken off and would never be replaced. John was his best friend. Even through all those years of bashing each other and not speaking, the were best friends. Brothers, as Paul thought of them.
Hiding his face in his arms as sob after sob tore through his already burning throat, Paul whispered, "I mi-miss you Johnny...."
"I'm okay, y'know..." a soft voice said from beside the weeping man.
Paul jumped, knowing the owner of that voice. He turned his head slowly, seeing who he knew it was.
There, before his very eyes, was John Lennon. Paler, younger-looking, John Lennon.
"J-John!" Paul squeaked, blinking rapidly.
"C'mon, man, I'm on borrowed time." John rolled his eyes. "The big guy sai
yesterday...slashMarch 10th 1969yesterday...slash5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
John puffed and stirred on his orange couch trying to concentrate on something to write, something to say, and something that could vanish all his guilt away.
He heard the woman on his bedroom moving, provably after she noticed he wasn't there
She decided to get up.
With all her hair being a mess, looking more like a nest than like hair she walked to him and finally kissed him with urgency.
She tried to open his shirt trying to finish what they had begun last night.
"yoko not now, im not in the mood" murmured john pushing her away.
Her eyes burned with anger and desire, making fists and marking her own hands with her nails she turned away and left the room murmuring something about "that paul mccartney"
John listened and thought.
"yeah, that paul mccartney" with half a smile drawing on his face.
Later john asked yoko if she could make some tea, and she with a still not very pleased smile walked to the kitchen and began taking the herbs and sinking them
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Those are the words that haunt me day in and day out. He has control of me, but nobody knows except for him and me. One look and I know what he wants from me. One word and I change for him. When others are around, we appear as equals. But as we sit, and as we chat, and as I let my attention go to others He places his hand on the small of my back, or on my thigh and then I'm his again. He's the focus of my attention. I melt into his touch, become an extension of his being. A puppet, at his will. I can't do a thing. I'm forever his. All I can do is sit and smile; obeying his wants and submitting to his needs.
Bed TalkBed Talk2 years ago in Romance More Like This
John tore off his shirt and climbed into bed with Paul. He pressed up against him, breathing down his neck. He slipped his hand through Paul’s red-and-white striped pajama shirt. Paul shivered and reached to cover themselves up with the blankets. He could feel John’s fingers tapping lightly on his ivory white skin.
“I can‘t tell you how much I love you, Paul,” John said.
“You can‘t, huh?” Paul replied.
“No.” John moved his hand down near Paul’s belly button. “You’re a lovely person, who writes all these incredible songs-”
“You write incredible stuff, too,” Paul cut off. He placed his hand over John’s forearm and rubbed it up and down.
“Yeah, well, I feel like we always have to compete or something,” John explained.
“I never thought it that way,” Paul chuckled.
Paul frowned. “What’s wrong with that?”
J/P: The Boy So Incredibly High"I feel funny." John said to George as they set by each other at the party in the Rolling Stones hotel room. Paul and Ringo were off someplace else, having fun with the two Keith's at the party, Richards and Moon. George looked over at his friend. John's pupils were blown, his skin sweating.J/P: The Boy So Incredibly High3 years ago in Drama More Like This
"What did you take?" George asked. John shrugged. He'd just been drinking coffee since they had came, but Mick had given him his newest cup. And it had tasted a little funny.
"I need air." John said. George nodded and stood up off the couch. John tried, but his legs weren't agreeing. George hauled him to his feet. Ringo looked over as they made their way to the door. He waved bye to Keith Moon and was quick to his friends' sides.
"What's going on?" He asked as they made their way into the hallway. John didn't look too good.
"John was drugged." George said. "I'm takin' him up to the roof for air." Ringo nodded and followed along with them. John seemed to walk like a zombie.
"What the hell was he giv
For any Beatlegirl"What rhymes with towel?" You say with your head busily over the paper. John takes a quirked look at you and gives a little laugh.For any Beatlegirl4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
"What kind of song talks about towels?" Ringo teased.
"A song about rain and lovers." You sharply reply.
"Ah yes!" George swings into the doorway. "Love! Rain!.......Towels..." He goes back to washing dishes. You give a little friendly glare and tap your head with the pencil.
"I just can't think of a good song!" You say. John rolls his eyes and sighs. He gets up and leans over you.
"Now lets see. We'll get wet and not care. Not wanting a towel...." He mumbles your song. "Just ditch the line."
You stare at him.
"Your right." you scratch out the line. "Dammit John! I can't think with you leering over me like that!" You lean back in the chair. John leans closer to your face.
"Give me a kiss." He smirks. You laugh and get up.
"What am I going to do?" You slam down the tablet.
"Uh-Oh." Paul walked in and slipped the paper onto the table. "Sounds like someones ha
Aspergers - The Curse We Bear:~ AloneAspergers - The Curse We Bear:6 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
~ Dark minded
~ Kids with Asperger's/Autism feel like they're alone. No one understands them. It's like everyone you know hates you and you don't know why.
~ The rate of Autism:
20 years ago: 1 in 10,000
5 years ago: 1 in 500
Today: 1 in 166
Twenty years from now: ?
~ The puzzle pattern on the ribbon reflects the mystery and complexity of Autism/Asperger's. The different colors and shapes represents the diversity of people and families living with this disorder. The brightness of this ribbon signals hope - hope through research and increasing awareness throughout the world.
~ Everyone is unique!
~ Autism and Asperger's are life long disorders.
~ Love make
Another Girl 25"We should be heading back to the house. It's almost three in the morning and you need your sleep, dear. Eight-thirty comes fast." Sadie sat in Paul's lap, giving him a peck on the lips. He let out a sigh. "Plus, we don't need Jane suspecting anything." Sadie added, resting her head on Paul's chest.Another Girl 253 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He sat there for a few minutes. The wheels turning in his head. "'Ey, Sade?"
"Yes?"Sadie raised a thin eyebrow, seeing the expression on Paul's handsome face. Wrapping his arms securely around her middle, "'Ow would you like to come to the Alps with us? I know yer done filmin' an' everythin', but waddya say?" A childlike expression spread across Paul's face. Like a kid in the candy store.
A frown appeared on Sadie's lovely face. "I don't think so, Paul. I have no other clothes, besides what I brought with me. Plus, Brian wouldn't be too thrilled with the idea. He doesn't like us together already."
"Please?" Oh those puppy-dog eyes of his!
"I'll make you a deal." Sadie licked her lips. "Go t
Beatles Day PoemOctober, February, June, July.Beatles Day Poem3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Those were the dates of the start.
But August was the real month,
We were introduced to their art.
A few years went by then
Exactly two before they were at the top.
The fame was coming so fast,
And it seemed like it'd never stop.
They were so young, you see.
And all these thing were new.
They drowned themselves in sex,
Alcohol and drugs too.
But still we were so charmed,
and delighted by those boys.
We made them a profit,
with movies, wigs and toys.
John Lennon was the leader,
Some would like to say.
He was an angry cruel man,
Who could still light up a day.
Paul McCartney, the talent,
Almost as beautiful as a girl.
With his voice as beautiful as an angel,
He sent our head on a whirl.
Next was George Harrison,
A silent Dark Horse.
Still a genius in his own right.
Guitar being his love, of course.
Last but not least is Ringo.
The smallest and most forgotten.
But without his amazing drumming,
He took the Beatles places they never would have gotten.
Handle Me With CareRingo woke up from his early afternoon cat nap, chills wracking his small body. He was so bloody cold, despite the mound of blankets he was tucked under.Handle Me With Care3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He'd been battling this flu somewhat-secretly for a few days, but when he woke up that morning with a fever, George, of course, found him out.
Speaking of George, where was he? Ringo was positive that George was laying with him when he'd fallen asleep....
Prying his eyes open, Ringo groaned, stuttering as his teeth chattered, "G-Geo?"
The sound of a throat being cleared was heard from across the room, making Ringo turn his head. The younger offered a lazily smile from where he sat on a plush desk chair, happily chewing on a sandwich.
"Hi, love," George mumbled around the bread and lunch meat, "Feelin' alright, then?"
The sickly drummer just sighed, weakly dragging the covers up to his chin, "Not really. I feel ill. Always feel bloody ill."
Polishing off the last of his sandwich, George moved to kneel beside the bed. He proceeded to pu