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!"
Who Killed Lucy?Who killed Lucy on the night of the mascarade ball?Who Killed Lucy?3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was the Walrus and his Eggmen,
or Mr. Kite? I don't recall.
Prudence and and sexy Sadie,
did they kill the diamond Lady?
Was it Jude who stands still
atop a lonely little hill?
The murders might be sgt.Pepper and the band,
or also Mr. Mustard and his sister Pam.
Julia and Michelle,
they are suspects as well.
So who was the culprit? We'd all like to know.
Aren't you ready? It's time to go!
We're off to solve a Magical Mystery
the most important in Beatle History.
Join us my friend,
don't you want to know The End?
Come with me tonight
and please hold on tight!
Take my hand you Nowhereman,
because we're off to Pepperland.
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
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
Bigger than LennonBigger than Lennon4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Bigger than Lennon
When a producer was asked personally to take on a record it was a big thing, even if it was a first time artist. It was even bigger when the person had never recorded solo before. Mustang Lennon was the first to be accepted for this work, and it soon changed her general atmosphere. She became sharper than intended, and her work seemed to dominate her life both her relationship with family and boyfriend Ted Hennessey.
Which was why her grandfather, John Lennon decided to intervene, and made na unscheduled visit.
Luckily within EMI, there was a sense of hospitality. It was always radiating with a sort of happy glow. Immediately upon walking into the building you were greeted by a sweet receptionist. They were always people about. Talking, laughing sharing that funny story about what happened the weekend before. Within the building there were recording rooms, offices, and a single library. The library was usually used by people who wanted some peace and quiet, or
The Darkest Horse: ProloguePrologueThe Darkest Horse: Prologue4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
STALKER ARRESTED IN NEW YORK
NEW YORK (AP) - A deranged man arrested last night outside the Dakota Apartments was found with a gun in his possession. When questioned by police, he admitted his target was to have been former Beatle John Lennon.
Police identified the man as Mark David Chapman, who was picked up by police at 10:40 PM in front of the building after passers-by noted the man was "behaving in an erratic manner," according to police reports.
Neither the exclusive building's staff nor anyone for Mr Lennon, who lives in the Dakota with his wife Yoko Ono and son Sean, would comment on the arrest.
MAN SHOOTS AT EX-BEATLE
NEW YORK (AP) - John Lennon, former Beatle and after the break-up of the legendary band solo artist, was attacked in Central Park by a deranged fan, whom police reported later had once tried to kill him before.
At 4:14 PM Eastern time, Mark David Chapman, who had been arrested for weapons possession in front of Lennon's home earlier,
Nowhere Man: PrologueNowhere Man: Prologue4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
December 8th 1980
John was talking to the driver, and Yoko wished he would hurry up. Her eyes scanned the area in front of the building, and she saw someone standing in the shadows. He looked familiar.
It was the same characterless guy for whom John had signed a copy of the 'Double Fantasy' album earlier that day, she realized. Odd that he should still be hanging around, but he was only a fan. He must have something else he wanted signed. She saw John turn and begin to walk towards her, and she started again towards the entryway.
John thought he heard someone call his name above the sound of the car's engine starting. He began to turn towards the sound of the voice when something struck him in the neck and knocked him off balance. He heard a small explosion, and he was struck again--and again, to the sound of two more explosions.
More dumbfounded than anything else, he stumbled, but managed to stay upon
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
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
Don't Pass Me By Ch.26Don't Pass Me By Ch.265 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
On the way to Vancouver almost everyone was looking out a window, trying to see the beautiful landscape below us. I personally was almost pressed against me window looking out at the forever stretching forests and the extremely blue lakes, with the sun setting behind the mountains. It looked like a picture out of a story book. The beauty of it all took me breath away.
"What a sight down there!" I heard Larry yell to someone else on the plane. He also sounded excited, which was how the rest of us felt.
"Man, it is just beyond great, isn't it?" I heard Ringo reply back to Larry. I would have to agree with him that it was beyond great. It was truly magnificent. I couldn't imagine a more beautiful place than Vancouver, Canada in the providence of British Columbia.
With all our spirits up high we then landed into the Vancouver airport and reality hit us like a ton of bricks. Of course we expected to have fan girls screaming their lungs out by the airport, but we were not expecting anywhere
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
A Doll's House"Hello my little doll "A Doll's House3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
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.
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
MononucleosisP.O.V. John LennonMononucleosis3 years ago in Romance More Like This
I was at home with my lovely Paul, he was feeling sick, and that’s why he was lying on bed, watching TV.
“Do you need something, love?” I asked as the good boyfriend I am.
“Just a cup of tea, please. Don’t make contact with it, wear plastic gloves.”
“Mmmm, sure Macca.”
I went to the kitchen to serve him the tea. Why did he want me to wear gloves, anyway? I didn’t even know we had plastic gloves here. My conclusion was that I have a crazy boyfriend (who has a boyfriend who’s crazy in love with him)
I brought him the cup to the bed, “Here’s your tea, Paulie.”
“John! I told ya to wear gloves!” the bassist rejected the cup.
“I don’t want you to get infected.”
“How could I? You haven’t even touched it.”
“Fine. Place it on top of the nightstand and I’ll grab it, but don’t touch it again.”
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. "22.214.171.124.1.2.3!" 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
I've Just Seen a Face. Chapter 6 *FINAL CHAPTER*The week soon passed with John calling the Harrison house every day to no answer, soon enough it was band practise and John was sitting in the living room waiting for the guys to arrive. Paul was walking George over to Mendips with his own guitar case slung over his shoulder. The younger boy was walking beside him with his guitar case in hand and letting his eyes dart nervously in every direction. He had avoided all of John's phone calls to his house and he was now afraid of the reaction the older boy would give him.I've Just Seen a Face. Chapter 6 *FINAL CHAPTER*3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"George, are you alright?" Paul asked, which startled George at the sudden sound of his voice.
John sighed, picking at his guitar strings but not really playing anything, he wasn't mad at George, just sad that he was avoiding him.
"Here we are," Paul said as he directed George through the back door of Mendips. The younger boy quietly followed his friend through the kitchen and finally made it into Aunt Mimi's well-furnished living room to find John q
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
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. "
Don't Pass Me By Ch.29Don't Pass Me By Ch.294 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Once we took off for Denver, I think everyone calmed down a little bit. The plane ride was very short considering Denver was only 1,637 km. Like most plane rides it was filled with card and board games. For the first time ever I played Monopoly with John, and boy was he a cheat. He insisted on being banker and would always slip some of the fake money up the sleeve of his suit jacket. But in the end John did not win, even by stealing money. Instead Art pulled out all the stops and won.
"Rematch!" John called pointing a finger at Art.
"If that's what's happening then I'm out." I said standing up from the table.
"Oh come on Liz. What are ye, afraid ye'll get beat by the king of Monopoly John Lennon?" John asked a pompous look on his face.
"Oh ye did it this time John. Alright I"ll play another round of it." I said sitting back down, me competitive spirit getting to me. John smiled and dealt out the money, and also giving more to himself than was allowed.
* * *
Once the Electra landed at t
The Glue That Sticks TogetherYoko swept a lock of hair away from her cheek and tried to sit comfortable on the floor with John at Twickenham Studios. She was bored out of her mind from watching Paul sing behind the grand piano with a mic close to his face. He was singing something about a man named Desmond and a market place and a woman named Molly who is a singer in a band. She had no idea what the message he was trying to say, but she didn't like it. The song was too foolish and dumb for her ears.The Glue That Sticks Together3 years ago in Humor More Like This
John was holding her hand with their fingers entwined. He was staring off into space through his pair of granny glasses looking miserable and useless, too. He kept trying to figure out a way for him and Yoko to escape this nightmare without making such a scene. If they just got up and left, Mother Paul would be on their throats wanting to know exactly where they were going and why. John had felt like Paul was trapping him and Yoko, making them stay and listen to him croon like some fucking rooster.
George and Ringo did
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.
Jealous GuyRingo was fast enough to press his thumb on top of George's and held on for three seconds. "One, two, three! I win!" he laughed and released his hold. His blue eyes twinkled merrily at the younger man for beating him at their tenth round of thumb wrestling.Jealous Guy3 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Cheater," George hissed, but he was smiling. He playfully swatted the drummer on the head before rising up from the carpet floor. Ringo stared at his backside and felt his mouth dry up.
"Where the fuck is Mal with the sandwiches?" John demanded from the couch. He took his novel off from his forehead and threw it across the room. The book sailed past Ringo and hit the wall.
"Easy, John," Paul said, who was haunched over at the coffee table busy clipping away his nails. "We all know how you can turn into the Incredible Hulk when it comes to food!"
"Oh, shut up, McFairy," John spat.
"Make me," Paul taunted.
George sighed and walked over to be near Paul at the glass coffee table to watch him go at it with his nails. He had no idea that
Across The UniverseAcross The Universe3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
John sighs into the microphone, sitting on a stool with his guitar. He looks around the studio to glance at George, snacking away on something nervously. John decides not to wonder what is stressing the young guitarist, and looks at Ringo instead. Ringo is fiddling with his rings, and switches to beat on his snare drum once or twice before going back to fiddling. Paul walks in front of John's view, almost sassily, which kind of makes John want to laugh. But he doesn't. No one laughs in this studio anymore. He turns behind him and smiles wearily at his loving girlfriend, Yoko, before turning back around. "Across the Universe, take one." he mumbles into the mic, once everyone has gone back to their instruments. John plays the opening notes and goes into the chords. Memories flow back into his mind as soon as it starts.
'Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup, They slither while they pass, they slip away across the universe'
"John, we're doing it my way!" Paul yelled,