The art of letting goThe day I met John Lennon, was the day I understood that his heart would never belong to me.The art of letting go4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
No matter what I did or how long I stayed it would still already be taken, taken for good. And stayed, I did. For I always hoped, despite knowing it was a waste of his time and a waste of my heart, that something would happen to change what had already been written in the stars. The longer I stayed, the more I realised and the deeper I hoped. Nothing feeds a hungry heart like the fear of losing what it longs for.
I saw it in the way they looked at each other, the way he never looked at me, the way I persuaded myself to believe he looked at me. It can't be seen on a photograph or a video tape, the lens of a camera could only capture so much as the fraction of the real enchantment binding and locking their eyes together. The first time I saw it, was the day that I met them, and from then on I always knew that this was a love that would kill me.
Even so, I let myself believe. A foolish mistake I s
My Beatle-years:Intro and Ch.1My Beatle-years:Intro and Ch.14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
If you could travel back in time, what would you do? Change the course of human history? Become a rockstar, president, or a dictator? Would you change your life for the better? Would you be an agent for the International Time Travel Association? Yeah, there's such a thing. In the year 2021, there are a select and elite few people drafted, and are assigned top-secret missions to save mankind.
Like, say all those suicidal drug overdoses? Half of them were ways of killing themselves that no one else had figured out, and left them with a half-used coke needle and a dead person with holes in their arm, or a bottle of pills half way used, and someone lying facedown on the couch.
But, what if you were stuck, and no one could help get you back?
In a time so different from your own, you can find many things, like knowledge, fame, fortune, but me, I found something more
I sat alone in front of a tombstone, in all my jeans and t-shirt glory, in the Liverpool, England Cem
The Next Best ThingThe Next Best Thing3 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
John LennonIn 1940, the ninth of October,John Lennon3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
the man was born whom girls fainted over.
His mum was Julia who had a love for rock n' roll.
this made a mark in her son's soul.
He made his mark in life with his band
and his beautiful wife.
He was the one who wore the leather cap
he was the crazy and humorous chap.
He was the one who wore the granny glasses
that hid his brown eyes, he was the one
who was very wise.
He had Cynthia, Yoko, Julian, and Sean,
well don't you know he's Beatle John?
Decembersville Ch. 50Decembersville Ch. 505 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 50 Kind Lights and Annoying Saviors
Sophia coughed fragilely into her hands with a powerful urge telling her to lie down, but she just kept on with her trek through the dark, root-infested forest. She tripped over fallen branches and her heart hammered during her run away; the world was freezing cold and the only source of lighting were but the moon gems stuck within the curly, thick trees dull, lifeless, barely helping the poor sick one out during such a dilemma. She felt something in her head pounding with her hand remained clutched around her dead flashlight, her memories of that nightmare haunting her in the frightening darkness. Tears fell down her face whilst she hopped over roots and tripped through black bushes of frost and leaves, fear overpowering her senses with bitterness. The woods were silent, their tree canopies so high and so covered that not a speck of snow from the storm above managed to
Unthinkable Part 3 (Niall Horan Fan Fiction)Unthinkable Part 3 (Niall Horan Fan Fiction)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"So what are you going to wear?" Amani asked as she watched me line up yet another outfit possibility. This one went on the open closet door; the bed and desk were already full.
"Do you really think I would be laying clothes around the room if I knew?" I answered tartly. I stared at the clock, it was 11:45.
Somehow, Saturday had snuck up on me, and I couldn't figure out how. Amani had a theory, she thought my subconscious had convinced me the phone call hadn't happened, that somehow I'd psyched myself out of thinking I was actually meeting Niall Horan. But, it was happening. I was meeting him in less than an hour and I had no idea what to wear.
"Why don't you wear those red skinny jeans you just bought?" she asked, ignoring my harsh tone.
"And pair them with what?"
"The white tank top you just bought and those black booties you got for Christmas." I stared at her, stunned.
"It's a great outfit," I said as I smiled at her, "but I'm afraid the pants might be a bit busy."
Things changed Paul McCartney P.O.VThings changed3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
1976. It was one of those days when I was very nostalgic. I started to watch some old The Beatles' videos. Ah, those great times. How much fun we had! I truly miss those crazy days when I was a Beatle. My life changed when I joined The Quarrymen. We played in bars like The Cavern, on boats where would eat fish and chips (what else?), or any other place where we could show we really knew how to rock and roll. We even played as a backing band for a stripper that got naked right in front of us. I enjoyed too much being with John, George and Ringo. We were four naughty boys wanting to experience a whole lot of things, such as getting drunk and trying drugs. Bloody hell, we had a serious addiction to weed, that's why we used to sing "I get high with a little help from my friends". Tours around the world where so much fun, we used to feel like gods because of the Beatlemania phenomenon. Everyone loved the four long-haired boys from Liverpool.
England and America - Lullaby for a Stormy NightAmerica x England Lullaby for a Stormy NightEngland and America - Lullaby for a Stormy Night3 years ago in Settings More Like This
The wind howled and the lightning flashed as the thunder roared in the dark filled with unknown sights and sounds and feelings. Meanwhile, shivering underneath duvets and blankets and pillows and soft toys was America. Tears welled in his eyes and fell pitter-pattering into his small, shaking hands in synchronisation with the rain hammering against the rooftop, which was making some alarming creaking sounds, almost as if threatening to give way altogether and crush the small boy. He let out another whimper as the storm growled and hissed at him angrily, the cold draught seeping in through cracks and holes and trying to tickle the young nation into submission. He just shrank into an even tighter ball as a sob wrenched itself from his throat.
He looked up at the toys huddling under the fort of sheets with him, at their warm, comforting smiles. "There, there, America," they seemed to speak to him with their gleaming button eyes, <
John Lennon: Plugged In and Logged Out Ch.1Hello, readers. My name is Mel Authe (like "oath"), but if you're reading this, chances are you already know that. You're reading this because a couple of years ago, something big happened.John Lennon: Plugged In and Logged Out Ch.13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
John Lennon came back from the dead.
Again, probably not a surprise if you're reading this, but it sets the story up nicely.
This story is going to have a strange structure. It's going to be in the first person for a short bit, because back when I wrote this, I didn't know this would be published. The rest is in the third person omniscient, which means "he" and "she" will be used, but some personal thoughts are also squeezed into the narrative.
Even though this is being told like a fiction story, this all happened. Any personal opinions came straight from mine or John's mind. I began this project in April of 2006, the second time I visited John. Its purpose was originally for posterity, in case John ever died before everyone found out, but that obviously didn't happen.
This book is dedicated to Mimi
In The MeadowA single laugh echoes through the empty meadow.In The Meadow3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Empty, except for the two brightly colored people dancing in it, giggling as if they had not a care in the world. And really, they didn't.
The green haired man spins around a woman dressed in red and black. His purple suit clashing with the peaceful serenity that the meadow contained.
"Where are we, J?" The blonde girl asked, her black lips tilted up towards his face.
"I imagine that this is Hell." He replied, chuckling and then swooping down to kiss her gently.
Gently as a feather breezing through soft winds.
Gently as the rays of sunlight hitting this slowly tilting planet.
Gently as the man loves the woman he holds in his arms.
"Are we really dead?" She asks again.
"Does it even matter?" He has stopped laughing, more serious now. There was a light in his eyes, so full of love and compassion. She had never seen him so...
Kind, endearing, thoughtful, understanding.
She had never loved him as much as this.
"You know, I never told you just
An Unlikely Encounter ch.33CHAPTER 33An Unlikely Encounter ch.333 years ago in Profiles More Like This
My eyes shot open.
I hoped, no pleaded to God that I was merely tired, and frustrated, and delusional, and what I thought I heard . . .
"The fuck is this?!"
The voice was muffled slightly but there was no mistaking it. My stomach churned unpleasantly and I wanted to die.
Was this night ever going to end!?
I wanted to ignore the situation. I wanted to sleep, and not have to deal with this shit for at least a few weeks, but of course, that option couldn't possibly exist within the realm of reality.
The lack of shuffling and curses after the initial outburst unnerved me to no end. I was actually halfway convinced that he was standing behind me, holding some sort of bladed weapon, fully prepared to kill me in that moment.
The fear began to creep in slowly, taking care to settle particularly in my spine and stomach, and I found myself sitting up slowly, practically certain that my life was about to be taken away from me in that instance.
I waited a couple of heartbeats, and when
Mad Father: Fanfic“Wow… so, mysterious,” the young girl giggled to another as a young man passed by hastily. He wore a hood; it shaded the top half of his face. ‘I don’t need all this… attention,’ he thought. The young man’s name was Dio, he was on an important mission from well… heaven. He wore a simple shirt and rugged pants. Dio clutched several papers in his tight fist.Mad Father: Fanfic2 years ago in Romance More Like This
The small town used to be peaceful. Until a chain of disappearances caused the town to exchange peace and solitude for havoc. Most citizens in this secluded town barricaded their doors at night, in fear the same fate will fall upon them as did the abductees.
Dio pulled his hood off and looked at the woman at the Inn’s front desk. She held the feather and quill loosely as she stared dreamily at him, “How may I help you, sir?” He looked back at her through his carelessly placed golden bangs, “One room, please?” He muttered it just audible for the wom
Finn x Reader Part 5: Beware Of Knife StormsFinn x Reader Part 5: Beware Of Knife Storms9 months ago in Romance More Like This
Once upon a time, a sick little girl named (name) was born. Everything about her was frail. Doctors said she wouldn't live through the first month. Her mother mourned for her daughter who wasn't even in the ground yet, but her father was determined to save the life of his offspring. He was the lead scientist in a top secret human improvement project and he'd do just about anything to keep her alive. Without the knowledge of his daughters doctors or her mother, he injected her with a series of serums from his experiments. Soon the small girl began to show remarkable improvement, living through the first five years of her life as a normal child. He continued to give her the injections. And soon realized the effects that they had on her. His daughter could lift nearly fifty times her own weight, run further and faster than he himself (a fairly fit man) could. Her eyes could see further, she could hear sharper, and
Happy 70th PaulI had been lying in bed all night waiting for the clock to strike 12:00 am. I smiled wide when I looked down at Paul who was fast asleep, he had had a long day of recording. My smile got wider as I looked up at the clock hanging on our wall. 12:00.Happy 70th Paul3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
"Paul...Paul," I whispered, shaking him a little. "Wake up Paul." He stirred a little but didn't wake up. I shook him with more force this time. He blinked his eyes up at me then smiled and closed them. "C'mon, Paul, it's your birthday!" I shook him harder.
"Wha...what the f*ck, Linda, what time is it?" he asked, snuggling closer to his pillow.
"It's 12:04, I've been trying to wake you up for four minutes now. Please, Paul just.... Come on!" I shook him more and more 'til he finally shot me a stern look.
"Do you realize that it's 12:04 in the morning and that we have children SLEEPING in the other rooms? Do you really want to wake them up?"
"No...I want to wake you up." I thought about letting him go back to sleep...he seemed so peaceful, I
True Friendship: A Freddie Mercury Story(Disclaimer: Melinda and her cousin Mac are the only characters in this story who are mine. Freddie, Brian, Roger, John, Phoebe, Mary, and Jim all belong, or belonged, to themselves! My thanks to them.)True Friendship: A Freddie Mercury Story3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was 1980 when I met him, and I was 21 years old. My cousin Mac knew how much of a Queen fan I was, and I nearly screamed his ears clean off when he told me he'd met them while they were on tour. You see, Mac is a roadie, and to my extreme delight, was hired by Queen the week before he told me about it. He was set to go on their next tour with them, and they invited him to a party and had told him to bring anyone he wanted. He brought me.
It was a chilly night in October when I met him. My heart was beating a mile a minute. Mac told me to stay calm; that they hated it when people went crazy for them, except during concerts. I assured him I wouldn't scream, but I made no promises that I wouldn't grin like a silly schoolgirl.
I'd put on my best blouse and a new pair of blue
Meet Me At The ParkMeet Me At The Park2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Bradley was waiting in the elevator going to the third floor. He was making a visit to his girlfriend Cindy at her apartment. When the elevator reached the floor the doors opened and he stepped out into the hall. On his way to the door Bradley passed by several unfamiliar people but didn’t stop to greet them, he just kept walking. When he arrived at her door he reached out to knock but stopped. There was a note on her door addressed to him:
Bradley, Meet me at the park. ~Cindy
It was a little odd, but Bradley shrugged it off and turned to leave. He paused for a moment, he thought he smelled something. It was a faint sinister smell, like smoke. One of the residents of the apartment building must be a smoker, he thought to himself. He disregarded it and walked back to the elevator.
* * *
Bradley arrived at the park. He got
Loving You, Loving Me-11Loving You, Loving Me-113 years ago in Romance More Like This
It took twenty minutes to get back to the hotel. Kristen and I learned that Cyn was back here, but the three Beatles; George, Paul and Ringo, were still at the mansion. I looked over at Kristen, who seemed a bit down about not getting to see Paul right away.
"Sorry ladies, but their are photographers there now, again." Brian put an hand on each of our shoulders, "But we don't want any suspision of the Beatles dating." he explained. I smiled knowingly and got out of the limo and up to the main entrance doorway.
"Hey Frank!" I greeted the doorman cheerfully. He was an older fellow, probably in his late thirties, with a dark blonde hair that you could hardly see under the hat.
"Hello, miss." he smiled and opened the door.
"Thanks." I said walking through into the lobby. I turned around to find that Kristen was standing outside of the limo talking to Brian. I sighed as she turned and started towards the entrance door, "What were you talking about?"
Decembersville Ch. 40Chapter 40 Chiaroscuro Theater Escapade!Decembersville Ch. 405 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
While Zero was nagging at Wonka about being late to pick up Sophia after returning to the theater to get more posters, Sophia's faraway screams protruded his worries. At first he ignored them, thinking the cries were merely a part of all the noise and color dancing through the theater, but it took him but a second to actually realize that it was indeed Sophia screaming in terror; his name shouted between each squeal. He was not the only one to have jumped up for little by little, the occupants of the theater quieted in the main lobby. In no time at all, the music was shut off and all brought their heads up to see Cheshira yelling over the inner balcony "THE MAYOR! THE MAYOR IS COMING!" Zero felt as if every organ inside of him caught frost and all members in the building let out a tremendous gasp of disbelief and horror. Bella Morte emerged from backstage and tossed a megaphone at Wonka, getting him to
Burning God Dio watched the little dark haired girl leave as the world around him burned. He had grown attached to her as the night progressed; she was so brave, so smart, so beautiful. He could see why her mother was so desperate to protect her, if Aya were turned into a doll that proud spirit she had would be destroyed. Dio didn’t want that. So he protected the younger girl, just like her mother asked. He hadn’t expected to grow fond of her though.Burning God2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He wasn’t a fool, he knew it was impossible. Dio was dead, a corpse given life and sustained by the power of a curse cast by a scorned woman; once the night was over and the mansion burned to the ground he would be gone. Even still, he couldn’t help his thoughts. He still asked himself that awful question. What if? What if things were different? Would he have stood a chance then?
Dio was burning; he didn’t much care, he was already dead; it hurt, but only a little, his thoughts hurt far more. A small,
Till There Was You: 11964Till There Was You: 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
November 28: part one
I was walking down the sidewalk with my long dark hair blowing in the wind but when I look up I noticed up ahead was where Paul McCartney of the Beatles lived. Before I went past his house, he came out. Oh my gosh how I loved Paul's big hazel eyes. Ivee just go with it. Don't freak out. KEEP COOL!!! I told myself. I would NEVER want to ruin a moment like this. This kind of thing is a one in a bazillion chance. He opens the gate from his yard and walks out. I speed up so I can stand right next to him. It only takes a few seconds for me to be standing next to him. I don't smile. If I did, it might ruin the moment. He side glances at me for a split second and winks at me. I had to hold my breath to keep from giggling at that. I side glance at him right back. This time he actually turns his head and looks at me "Hi. Im Paul McCartney. I wasn't sure if you knew that" He says and then smiles. I look at him square in the eyes "Oh of course I knew that. I
She's a Woman Part IIThe next few months saw John speaking with Violet much less than what she was used to, and even spending more time with Paul wouldn’t distract her from this.She's a Woman Part II2 years ago in Romance More Like This
“I’m fine,” would be his ice cold retort.
This attitude eventually melted away over the months, and the two went back to being good friends, even with Paul joining the Quarrymen later that July. John even got a steady girlfriend around the fall, Cynthia Powell. She was a fellow art student at the institute he was attending. It happened to be the place that Violet had her eye on, but it seemed that John was only going there because no other school would accept him. For one reason or another, John acted slightly bitter again. He would normally act nicely in front of Violet, but she could see unhappiness behind his facade. John had also started acting particularly possessive of the two women in his life, Violet and Cyn. The former had heard s
Through It All1. MeetingThrough It All2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Their meeting was while a horrifying incident. Something that someone should now see and should not experience. But they still met each other in the middle of everything.
That's all that mattered to them.
Dio and Aya until now aren't sure if they are grateful for the incident or not.
When Dio had to say goodbye after the curse went away, it was a sad, depressing moment for Aya. The blonde would have to leave soon enough as one of the ones who got the torture to be one her father experiments.
Aya stayed silent as Dio started to burn the house down. Her face went down to the ground.
Dio from the other side didn't like the idea of getting separated much as well. Then, he slowly came closer to her, bending his body down to give her a kiss on the forehead.
"Goodbye, Aya… May you always be smiled down on."
Dio came back from the dead. God decided to recreate every single one of the dead by the doctor. His eye still was missing, bandages were
MichaelMichael3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The one with the elegant smile,
The one with the sparkly glove,
The one who said life is still worthwhile,
The one who is up above.
The one who I cared for,
The one who I will never neglect,
The one who I utterly adore,
The one who I will always respect.
The one who made the world dance,
The one with the phenomenal flair,
The one with the signature stance,
The one who is known everywhere.
The one who put on a great display,
The one who went much too soon,
The one whom I wish a happy birthday,
The one who shines just like the moon.