Fear of Spiders"John! John!"Fear of Spiders5 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!"
It's a Love StoryIt's a Love Story5 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
Who Killed Lucy?Who killed Lucy on the night of the mascarade ball?Who Killed Lucy?4 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.
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,
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
McLennonMcLennon4 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
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 High4 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
All You Need Is LoveAll You Need Is Love4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"It goes a little like this," John smiled and held up his guitar to the men and women running the Summer of Love event before beginning to play the first couple of chords and singing the song he had hoped to make the Anthem of the event, smiling when the judges grinned and clapped their hands after he finished his little song.
He glanced over at the other loosely dressed Beatles, first at Ringo who was nodding and grinning, so much he might as well be a cheerleader.
Then he shifted his gaze to the awkwardly standing George, who tried not to smile at the stupid grin John was giving him and the jumping, dancing Ringo beside him.
Then the rhythm guitarist turned to Paul. Paul, who was fuming, because those judges had seemed to like John's song more than his. John tried to hold in a lopsided grin as the bassist bit his middle finger and stomped all over the place.
Ringo whispered something to George and they started to walk towards the exit, chatting about some nice re
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 Together4 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
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
yesterday...slashMarch 10th 1969yesterday...slash6 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
Of Shakespeare and CuddlingJohn entered the house, hastily slipping off his coat and toeing off his shoes, eager to see Paul. He set down the newly bought records he'd been holding on the kitchen counter and started to walk through the unusually quiet rooms, "Paul, luv? I got something to show you!"Of Shakespeare and Cuddling5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Paa-aaul!" John huffed in annoyance when all the first level rooms turned out to be empty of the other man, so he moved to the staircase, taking them three at a time. "Paulie, dearest, you really are making this difficult."
No answer again.
What was going on? Why wasn't Paul answering? Maybe he was hurt
John quickened his pace. Bathroom? No. Guest room? No. Other guest room? No. Their bedroom?
He creaked the door open, peering into the brightly lit room. "Paul?" The bassist was in the corner of the room, in a big armchair, reading. "Paul, you git, can you hear me?"
Paul kept reading.
Irritated, John stomped up to him and shut the book, effectively startling the younger Beatle, "Christ, Paul
Love Is For AllLove Is For All5 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
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'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*4 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
Beatles Day PoemOctober, February, June, July.Beatles Day Poem4 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.
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
Teach Me How To KissGeorge was a bit.... different. Young. His leather gear hung awkwardly on his lanky body, his hair never wanted to slicked back and sometimes stuck up with cowlicks, and he tended to tag along everywhere.Teach Me How To Kiss4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Most of the time, John would tell him to fuck off and Paul would shoot him looks when he tried to hang out with them too much. Ringo, the drummer from Rory's band, though, he didn't seem to care.
That was why he was at Ringo's side while the older gulped down some coffee at a nearby breakfast place.
"Ritchie... can I ask you something?" the quiet eighteen-year old blinked, half afraid his friend would snap at him in his hungover state.
The older lad just nodded and took a sip of his coffee, fighting the lack of sleep and the massive hangover he was suffering through.
Chewing his lower lip, George stumbled slightly to find the right words, "Well, y'know, I kind of need.... Help. A couple birds basically told me I'm not the best kisser. Could you, y'know, give me a few... tip
All Those Years Ago, chapter one Chapter one : 1958, Starts and StopsAll Those Years Ago, chapter one4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
John was sitting quietly, at least, as quietly as someone like him could, on the top floor of a double Decker bus. In the bus for a change, and not on the fucking roof, smoking the last ciggie of his pack slowly, drawing it as long as he could, using it to soothe his wrecked nerves. He watched his reflection upon the dusty window, mirrored in black against the dark and rainy screen of the night like some hazy old photograph.
Frowning a bit, he threaded his fingers through his hair, greasing it back with what he could find there, fixing his Teddy boy look. A factory worker scoffed loudly at the other end of the bus and John looked up, myopic eyes sharp and steely like a murderer’s knife, before he realized that the man was merely reading the newspapers. Sighing in annoyance he threw his half-consumed cigarette to the floor, killing in with a vicious heel, cursing himself a few seconds later when he remembered it wa
I want to hold Paul's handPaul McCartney had some work to do at Abbey Road Studios with Brian Epstein, when suddenly, the phone from the studio rang and Brian answered it, "Yeah? No, no, Paul is busy right now Is it really important? Well, ok George, make it quick."I want to hold Paul's hand4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Beatles' manager handed the phone to Paul, "It's George. Be quick, we have work to do."
"Come right now to the hospital."
"The hospital? What the hell happened?"
"Your stupid boyfriend has been feeling sick all morning, then he fainted and "
"JOHN FAINTED? IS HE OK? POOR BABY "
"He's fine, but the doctor says they need to examine his blood, but he's fucking scared of syringes. I can't believe it, he's crying like a bloody baby."
"Poor little thing "
"NO! He's big enough; he's always giving the impression of the fearless Beatle, but can't handle a fucking syringe? He's crying saying he won't let anybody take his blood out if you're not here. So you better get going."
"I can't go now I'm busy y'know But t
MononucleosisP.O.V. John LennonMononucleosis4 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.”
Bed TalkBed Talk3 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?”
Aspergers - The Curse We Bear:~ AloneAspergers - The Curse We Bear:7 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
Free As A Bird Chp. 2After a few minutes, he pulled back and looked towards the door. "Think we should let them back in?"Free As A Bird Chp. 24 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I sort of laughed, but a sharp pain wracked my throat. It was only them that I realized my throat was actually really sore. "Probably."
But they walked back in anyways.
George surprised me. He didn't say a word, just ran forward and hugged me tighter then Paul had. I blinked, startled. Hesitantly, I hugged him back. "I'm fine, Geo."
"Not a few minutes ago, you weren't." he mumbled.
Ringo took one of my hands, saying nothing. I raised my eyebrows at the small tears trailing down his cheeks.
"Seriously, guys," I tried saying. "I'm fine."
Paul rolled his eyes. "Yeah, you are now. Let us worry about you once in a while."
George chuckled despite himself, and Ringo cracked a small smile. Awkwardly, George pulled back, looking down. "Sorry."
"You don't have to apologize." I assured him. Suddenly a sharp pain wracked up my back. "Argh!" My torso arched backwards, as though to crush whatever had