Quote of the day, series 3: 78One can never learn better if one never makes a mistake.Quote of the day, series 3: 78 in Academic Essays More Like This
Quote of the day series 2: 74Something does not have to be real for you to love it.Quote of the day series 2: 74 in Academic Essays More Like This
Quote of the day series 2: 169Facts remain the same, no matter who uses them.Quote of the day series 2: 169 in Academic Essays More Like This
Quote of the day series 2: 85It takes a very determined man to see reality unvarnished.Quote of the day series 2: 85 in Academic Essays More Like This
Quote of the day series 2: 72Holding an opinion is not the same thing as being judgmental.Quote of the day series 2: 72 in Academic Essays More Like This
Quote of the day, series 3: 53One of the secrets to success: if you have to wait, find some profitable way to fill the time.Quote of the day, series 3: 53 in Academic Essays More Like This
Quote of the day series 2: 339Think about this: if you had to face the end of the world at this instant, how would you face it?Quote of the day series 2: 339 in Academic Essays More Like This
Death Lost His ScytheDeath was worried: he'd lost his scythe.Death Lost His Scythe in Short Stories More Like This
He couldn't think where he might have left it; he'd looked everywhere he'd been, looked under all the beds, checked around to see if anyone had kicked it somewhere, but all for naught: it was gone.
Dejected, Death walked up the three flights to his floor and shambled down the hallway to his door.
He stopped, and slapped himself on the head. "What am I thinking?" he laughed. "I left it in the umbrella stand!
He unlocked the door and stepped into his ratty apartment.
He turned to the umbrella stand, but the scythe wasn't there.
Then he did a doubletake: Death's apartment was usually pretty bare(the job of Death paid well, but didn't leave much time for decorating) but now it seemed positively empty; his stuff was gone. "I've been robbed!" Death cried.
He noticed an unopened envelope pinned to the door: it was an eviction notice; all his stuff was going to be auctioned off for the back rent.
Death stood in a dark place by the wall, avoiding the cro
Quote of the day series 2: 108When I die, I hope to take a few of my enemies with me.Quote of the day series 2: 108 in Academic Essays More Like This
No More Lonely Nights- 27October 5, 1962.No More Lonely Nights- 27 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
ALLIE: I woke up this morning and I had this strange feeling that something was going happen. Something good, nothing bad. I just didn't know what.
I got up and headed to the kitchen, only to find a note on the fridge from my mother saying she had gone to market and wouldn't be back till the afternoon. Like I cared. I ripped the note to shreds and tossed it in the wastebasket. I got the tea kettle out of the cabinet and filled it with water, trying to decide if I wanted tea or coffee that morning. I switched on the radio and tuned it to the station that played all the current rock-and-roll music, as it was far too quiet in the house for my taste. I reached into the glass canister on the counter and pulled out a tea bag to put in the mug I held in my hand.
A song came on the radio at that moment, one that opened with a very familiar harmonica bit. I screamed and dropped the mug on the cold tile floor, not caring that it literally exploded as i
No More Lonely Nights- 44May 17, 1963.No More Lonely Nights- 44 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
ALLIE: I smoothed down the front of my black dress and took a final glance at my reflection in the mirror. I looked fine, or so I hoped. Subtle application of cosmetics to my face, my hair was brushed and hung in a shining blonde curtain down my back, my nails were shaped and manicured all right. I think I was good to go. I stepped into my black high heels and flung open my bedroom door, walking down the hall to the living room. My father was sitting on the couch reading the newspaper and my mother was sitting at the dining room table drinking a cup of tea. They both looked up at the sound of my footsteps, the look on my dad's face much more welcoming than the one on my mom's. "Ready to go?" my dad asked, setting his newspaper to the side.
"I am," I replied, casting a glance at my mother. She set her tea cup in the sink and walked into the living where my father and I stood, not saying anything. She swept a glance up and down me before spe
No More Lonely Nights- 26September 15, 1962.No More Lonely Nights- 26 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
ALLIE: Pete and Megan's rehearsal dinner is tonight. I'm much more excited about attending theirs than I ever was about being present at my own sister's. Strange how things are so backwards in my life. Oh well, it doesn't really bother me much that I hate my family, save for my father. I don't feel guilty about it in the least.
We're all invited to the rehearsal dinner, of course- me, Paul, John, Cyn, George, and Ringo. I'm getting ready now, and I'll drive over to Paul's apartment once I'm dressed and fixed up nicely. I bought a new dress to wear- this one is a bright shade of purple, more of a lavender hue than a true purple- for the occasion as well, so I thought I looked quite nice as I checked my reflection in the vanity mirror. I'm ready to get out of here, and I grabbed my handbag and the white wrap I got in Chicago from the bed and slipped quietly out of the house.
I made it to his apartment about fifteen minutes later. He was wait
No More Lonely Nights- 23ALLIE: My dad called over here earlier and said he wants to talk to me in person later on. I don't know whether to be apprehensive, relieved, or terrified. I hope my mother didn't sway him to her side and he's going to tell me to stop seeing Paul. Much as I would hate to defy my father, if he was to tell me that, I'd have to just tell him it wasn't happening, then I don't know. I guess I would have to just move out of my house or something. We'll see.No More Lonely Nights- 23 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I highly doubt you father is going to tell you to break up with me," Paul said. "He seems to like me. I don't think your mother could sway him that much."
"I hope not." I sighed. "If that turns out to be the case, I have no idea what I'll do. I don't want to go against what my parents tell me, but "
"But nothing. I don't want you to have to break up with me. You can just move in here with me, I would love that."
I smiled. "I know. We'll see what happens. I don't have a bad feeling or anything. So maybe it'll be okay."
No More Lonely Nights- 24August 23, 1962.No More Lonely Nights- 24 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
PAUL: John and Cynthia got married today. Small affair at the Mount Pleasant Register Office here in town, nothing fancy. I was there, of course, with George and Ringo and Brian Epstein standing in as best man (I wonder if he forced himself into that position- I'm betting so). Allie came as well so Cyn would have someone on her side of things instead of just all men.
I can't believe that my best mate could be so stupid as to get a girl pregnant. Had he not heard of the word "contraceptives" before? I mean, really the main one I feel sorry for in this situation is Cynthia. John is just an idiot if he thought for one instant that having unprotected sex wouldn't lead to a baby. I could be wrong, but I think that's the technical point of sex, isn't it? Reproduction? Guess John didn't realize that.
I just got home from the set we had performed that night, and I was worn out. I had been awake since five this morning, due to a littl
No More Lonely Nights- 69March 6, 1964.No More Lonely Nights- 69 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
PAUL: Filming this movie is a drag already and we've only been at it a few days. I must admit, I'm not exactly cut out for this type of work, really. I can get behind a microphone and sing, but when it comes to memorizing prewritten lines and being expected to spit them back out verbatim no. Out of the four of us, Ringo has latched onto the art of acting most naturally, so thank goodness at least one of us won't look like an idiot when this whole project is finished and presented to the general public.
The storyline itself isn't too bad, honestly, I just don't much like the acting. Basically, we Beatles are trying to get to London for some sort of performance on a television program but the fangirls keep bugging us on the train; they continue to bug us once we get to London, but what do you expect from a bunch of rabid fans? Then there is the running subplot with my fictional grandfather being a total pain in the ass the whole time. Overall,
No More Lonely Nights- 25September 4, 1962.No More Lonely Nights- 25 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
EMI Studios, London, England.
PAUL: I can't believe it, but today is the day that we've been dreaming of as a band for years now. We're recording a record today. Yes, a record, one that will be sold in music stores all around England. People all around the country- maybe even all around Europe- will be listening to the Beatles now, in their own homes. I'm on top of the world with happiness. We're finally breaking down the barrier that is the Cavern Club and moving up in the world. Today, EMI Studios tomorrow, who knows!
Allie and Megan came down here with us to go shopping in all the elite little shops over on Piccadilly (the big Best wedding is in just two weeks) while we record. I noticed that Pete decline to accompany Megan like he generally does. I can understand why he probably wouldn't, seeing as the band he was once included in is recording a record today. But oh well I can't feel guilty about that any longer. We're moving up in t
No More Lonely Nights- 1February 28, 1962.No More Lonely Nights- 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
ALLIE: I turned sixteen today. Sixteen. I can hardly believe that I have finally reached that golden age that all girls dream about, the big 1-6. It honestly feels no different than 15 to me, but maybe the importance of this age will show itself after some time.
Today wasn't a big deal though, really. I didn't want my parents to make a fuss over me being sixteen, especially since my mother is so caught up in the details of my sister's upcoming wedding. My father stays far too busy at RAF Alconbury over in Cambridgeshire to really care, so I tend to get overlooked on such occasions.
It's only fair to start this story by telling you exactly who I am and where I came from, I suppose, so here you are. My name is Alexandra Elizabeth Morgan, but I prefer to be called Allie, please. I'm American (born in Florida) but my father has been stationed in the UK for two years now, at RAF Alconbury, as mentioned above. However, we live in Liverpool, a goo
No More Lonely Nights- 48September 18, 1963.No More Lonely Nights- 48 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
ALLIE: We're in another holiday mood, this time a seventeen-day stay on the Greek island of Santorini. Ringo and Vi again with me and Paul; we arrived two days ago and plan on staying until the second of October, just long enough to get a break from the world back home. John and Cynthia are in Paris (leaving Julian under the watchful eye of George's mother) and George we don't know. He said he had something to attend to outside of Liverpool but no one knows what in the world that means. We didn't ask either, not our place.
She Loves You hit the charts at the end of August and peaked at number one in Britain two weeks ago- the band has a number one hit single on the charts. The song was released in America yesterday and we're all wondering how it will do over there. Paul mentioned to me not too long ago that Brian is attempting to secure them a spot on American television by winter's end- specifically on the Ed Sullivan Show, as
No More Lonely Nights- 41March 22, 1963.No More Lonely Nights- 41 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
ALLIE: I had to go to the Liverpool Institute today to fill out some paperwork regarding graduation in May, and when I got finished, I walked out the main doors only to see a very familiar automobile parked out front, its even more familiar driver leaning against the passenger side door, that ever present smile on his face. "Paul! What are you doing here?" I ran down the steps as quickly as possible and met him on the sidewalk. I kissed him and smiled. "What a surprise!"
He laughed. "This isn't the surprise, Allie." He opened the passenger door. "Get in, baby, I have something to show you."
I obliged and settled against the leather seat. "What do you have to show me?" I asked.
Paul looked at me and winked. "Can't tell you. You'll just have to see, love."
"Oh, come on, Paul!"
He shook his head. "Sorry. In fact " He unknotted his tie and took it off, tying it loosely around my eyes as a sort of blindfold. "Can't have you see where we're goi
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There was another little dilemma when they got to the car. As the boys rowdily squeezed themselves in, Willow said awkwardly, "There's, um, no room ?"
"What are you talkin' about? You can sit on me lap," John replied, patting his leg as the others chortled.
She didn't respond. In fact she was starting to regret agreeing to this. "No need to be shy, my leg won't bite," John reassured her.
"But he might," George teased.
John shrugged. As Willow opened her mouth to protest, an indignant scream replaced what she was about to say when John grabbed her, hauled her into the car, and shut the door. He giggled as she glowered at him. Enveloping her in his arms, he asked impishly, "Comfortable?"
"No," Willow pouted.
It was too late to jump out of the car now, for it was already cruising down the road. She continued to sulk as the distance between them and the studio increased. "Why the long face? Now you're lookin' like Ringo!" John joked.
"Hey!" Ringo, who was sitting in the front,
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Willow gazed out the glass window that separated her from the outdoors, emotionless. The only noise was the uneven clanking of the train as it continued on its way through the countryside. She didn't know where it was headed; she didn't care. Her heart hurt too much. She saw John in everything she laid eyes on. In the trees, in other people; it was a miracle she could even look at anything.
"Pardon me," the elderly woman sitting beside her said quizzically.
Willow turned her head, slightly baffled. The woman hadn't said one word to her since she got on the train; why was she deciding to talk now? "Yes?" She couldn't help becoming embarrassed by how depressed and unsociable she sounded.
The woman's eyes clouded with concern. "Something wrong?"
"N-no, it's nothing." Why should she reveal anything to this stranger?
"Oh, goodness me, I forgot. I'm Anne." Anne held out her hand, smiling kindly.
The moment they shook hands, something stirred in Willow. I can trust this woman. "Willow,
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"So, what have you got to say for yourself?" Jo quizzed John.
John gazed at her uncertainly. "Will you believe what I say, no matter how ridiculous it sounds?" he asked fastidiously.
Jo smirked. "We'll see." She skipped ahead of him.
John protested, "Well, I can't tell you anything if you're that far away!"
"Then hurry up! Get some exercise!"
Eventually, she slowed down, and listened as John began. "I I'm not from here. I'm from, well I don't really know what to call it another world."
"You're an alien?"
"I - what? No!" John then proceeded to explain everything to her as she led them to wherever their destination was. About how, back in his world, he was in a popular band called the Beatles. How he and his bandmates had gotten into an argument (though he omitted the fact that he had caused it). How, to calm down, he had gone down to his private library and found a walrus book. He also described the ciphers and puzzles he had solved, and the book transporting him here.
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"If you ever leave me, I'll be sad and blue
Don't you ever leave me, I'm so in love with you
The birds in the sky would be sad and lonely
If they knew that I'd lost my one and only
They'd be sad, if you're bad to me
The leaves on the trees would be softly sighin'
If they heard from the breeze that you left me cryin'
They'd be sad, don't be bad to me
But I know you won't leave me 'cause you told me so
And I've no intention of lettin' you go
Just as long as you let me know, you won't be bad to me
So the birds in the sky won't be sad and lonely
'Cause they know that I've got my one and only
They'll be glad, you're not bad to me
But I know you won't leave me 'cause you told me so
And I've no intention of lettin' you go
Just as long as you let me know, you won't be bad to me
So the birds in the sky won't be sad and lonely
'Cause they know that I've got my one and only
They'll be glad, you're not bad to me
They'll be glad, you're not bad to me, to me, to me."
Willow clapped as John finished
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It was an incredibly long week for John. The days dragged on and on, and every morning he awoke, only to be disappointed by the fact that it wasn't Saturday. He endured multiple tongue-lashings from Paul nearly every day for spacing out almost constantly. In short, his days weren't very enjoyable. The only peace he ever got was when he was back in his own hotel room in the evenings. But, because he refused to speak to his band mates, he was excruciatingly lonely. The one time he felt slightly happy was when he thought of Willow. Sweet Willow, with her stunning aqua eyes, filled with innocent curiosity.
On Saturday morning, when he woke up, he was pretty much anticipating another horrid day. As he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, he suddenly realized: "Christ! It's Saturday!" He leaped up, banging his head on the ceiling fan. Cursing to himself and rubbing his sore spot, he unwittingly walked off the side of the bed - hitting the carpeted floor with a dull thud.
Hopping right back up a
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"Would you hush? I'm trying to sleep," Willow chastised.
"Haven't you gotten enough sleep already?" John teased, poking her.
He picked her up and set her down on top of him. "You sure you wanna sleep?"
"Yes, I'm sure."
He pursed his lips in disappointment. "Fine. But you 'ave to give me a kiss first."
Willow rolled her eyes and gave him a peck on the lips. "Satisfied?"
"Not really," he answered, lifting his head and kissing her again.
"Had fun, you two?" Paul asked teasingly as Willow and John entered the room.
John narrowed his eyes. "Wouldn't you like to know?" He grinned as Willow fixed the collar of his shirt.
"Concert time!" George sang, twanging random chords on his guitar.
Ringo smiled. "Yes, it is!"
"Alright, let's go!" Paul declared. "Onward!"
John turned to Willow. "Coming?"
"I don't know," she replied.
"Oh, don't be silly, of course you're coming!" He tossed her over his shoulder and carried her out
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Dinner was unlike anything Willow had ever experienced. As she sat quietly eating her spaghetti, the boys were talking, laughing, and flinging noodles at each other. Willow had to duck underneath the table just to be able to eat without getting smacked in the face by stray noodles. She felt a lot safer after dinner was over and everyone retired to their rooms.
As John shut the door, she asked nervously, "Um, John?"
"Where am I supposed to sleep?" She knew the answer before he even opened his mouth.
"With me, of course. Surely you weren't thinking of sleepin' on the floor," he answered, walking over and wrapping his arms around her.
But in fact, Willow had been considering just that. "Aww, you were, weren't you?" he asked.
"Well, what was I supposed to think?" She was becoming frustrated.
John didn't answer for a moment. Then he asked, chuckling wryly, "You really don't see it, do you?"
"See what?" Willow responded, her tone a mixture
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They went back to the café hand in hand (after John dressed, of course). The others looked extremely pleased. "So, still bent on goin' home?" Paul queried, smiling.
"No, I'm staying," Willow replied jubilantly. As everyone cheered, she mouthed "thank you" to George, who gave her a big wink.
"Now what?" John asked, grinning from ear to ear as he embraced her.
"How about you eat something?" Willow suggested, pushing him down into a seat.
"I can't believe you had three plates, John," Willow said exasperatedly, shooting him a look.
"Well, I can't 'elp bein' hungry!" he responded, taking another bite of toast. "Besides, it was your idea."
She rolled her eyes. "Let me know when you're finished stuffing yourself."
He finished his toast in less than two minutes. Licking his lips free of crumbs, he asked, "So, anything you wanna do ?"
Willow narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "I don't like your tone, Lennon."
John smiled cheekily. "How about now?" he inquired in an innocent, high-
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Finally, some peace and quiet, Willow thought in relief as she walked into the familiar, cozy little bookstore that she visited every Saturday. The manager, Madge, greeted her in a friendly tone, "Hello, Willow. Pleasure to see you again."
"Hello, Madge. Nice to see you too." Though she probably wouldn't admit it, Willow had a great fondness for the kind old lady. She considered her a second mother of sorts. Mother. The word made Willow shudder. Even now, twelve years later, she had never quite gotten over the loss of her mother, Sophie Norwich, to cancer. She fought back tears as she moved to her favorite reading spot, "The Hound of the Baskervilles" in hand.
But as she came into view of the area, she saw that someone was already occupying her chair. Not wanting to be rude, she asked politely, "Excuse me, sir, but would you mind moving ?"
The man lifted his head from his book and stared at her calmly. His cinnamon-brown eyes smoldered as he asked in a thick Scouse a
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There was once a dear little boy, loved by all, especially by his grandfather, who would give anything and everything to him. Once, he gave him a little riding Hood made of green velvet that fit the boy so much, he would never be seen without it, hence the name 'Little Green Riding Hood'.
One day his father said to him: 'Come, Little Green Riding Hood, here are some rolls and a bottle of wine; take it to your grandfather, for he is ill and weak. These will do him some good. Set out before it turns hot, and take care to walk nicely and quietly, and do not stray off the path, or you may fall and break the bottle. Then your grandfather will get nothing; and when you go to his room, remember to say, "Good morning", and don't be overly curious." The little boy pursed his lips. "Must I obey? I'll surely forget."
His father replied, "Yes, you must. It'll only lead to trouble if you don't."
"I will take great care," said Little Green Riding Hood, crossing his fingers behind his back
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Brand New Key
Draco left Lavender seconds after seeing Hermione run off. He felt a sharp pain in his chest when he saw she was on the verge of crying. Her attempts were not in vain. Seeing her that way is why Draco looked the other direction after a second of looking in her eyes.
Glancing down at his watch, he had fifteen minutes until he transfigured back to his regular form. He found the closet where he had hid Ron by the time he'd already transformed back.
"Damn it," grumbled Draco not so much at the task of having to deal with Ron's body, but of how he felt at that moment. He dragged Ron's body out in the open and used a spell to levitate it by him as he walked. When he reached the Gryffindors house, Draco saw that the Fat Lady was already asleep. Then he dropped Ron's body in front of the entrance and said, "Finite" before leaving for his own dorm.
As he was going up, he met Blaise who was going down the stairs, heading to the Slytherin's house.
"Hey, mate. Granger went out on her
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Hot and Dangerous
Draco's last classes for the day consisted of Herbology, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and charms. At the evening dinner, Draco didn't eat much. Like in his last few classes, his mind was preoccupied. When he left dinner, earlier than usual, he ignored Pansy and her attempts to make contact with him.
Soon, Draco found himself standing in his room. He got the sack and rummaged through the sack, taking the items within out one by one. Then, he started to attempt making the polyjuice potion.
Draco did nothing in his room for three nights except trying to make the potion. He locked himself in his room so no one could come in. Not that anyone would, anyways. It was just a small precaution. On the third night he was all ready except that he needed the lace winged flies. On the fourth night, again, he left dinner early and went to his room. Retrieving the jar of flies, he opened the lid, u
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Into Your Gravity
He laid there. Eyes closed. Replaying the moment that had happened more than 10 minutes ago over and over again in his mind. This was unlike him! Draco Malfoy has never done anything this ridiculously imprudent in his entire life.
Malfoy used his elbows to help support his upper body up before scrambling up on his two feet. He looked at his rumpled up shirt from his rendezvous with Pansy. He hurriedly button it back up and slipped his robes quickly back on. Draco straightened his tie as he was leaving the room. He needed to leave. The bloody hell with curfew.
Draco didn't know where to head. He decided to slip his way to Slytherin's dorm and just stay there for a while. Pansy would be there. Then again, she'd most likely be in the girls' room crying her petty little eyes out. He proceeded in anyways.
When he arrived, he expected to be alone, but no. Blaise was there.
"I expected it to deserted in here," said Draco with a nod, before leaving against the wall
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Perfect by Nature
Over the next course of days, Hermione kept evading Ron and Draco began to talk to her more frequently than usual. Hermione found this new found relationship between them a bit suspicious. Even though she ignored it, overall, she was still cautious. She could be skating on thin ice for all she knew.
Quidditch season seemed to be close by and all the house teams have apparently already held their tryouts and started to practice. Except for Slytherin. Draco was fumbling to get all his gears together. When he walked out his room, Hermione looked up from the book she was reading by the windowsill and evaluated Draco from the bottom of his fairly heavy practice boots to the hairs that were sticking out on the top of his head.
"Trying out for the Slytherin's quidditch team this year, I see," Hermione inferred. "Aren't you a bit off practice considering you weren't on the team last year?"
Draco shrugged and grinned. "I'll be fine. Besides, captains don't need to try out."
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Like Fire in the Dark
Draco followed Hermione to the private bathroom. She turned the faucet slightly on and washed her hands.
Draco entered the bathroom, leaned against a wall, facing Hermione, arms crossed with one leg over the other. "So, what did Potter say to you to make you so upset?"
Hermione turned around to face Draco. "He- Harry said that all Ron's been talking about is Lavender lately." She kept her eyes to the floor. She didn't seem to be sad, but Draco sensed that she was only a little bit upset, but more likely to be irritated.
"So I've heard," replied Draco. "What not with him talking about her at every chance he gets, that stupid ginger."
"And Harry's right! Why would Ron become so interested in Lavender? The dimbo he briefly dated and ended up hating by the time they broke up." Hermione walked up to Draco. Since Draco was a few inches taller than her, she had to slightly look up at him. In a whisper
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This Love, This Hate
It was a mystery to her how she managed to return to the comfort and privacy of her own room, but Hermione managed. She could've collapsed on the floor from shock when Draco closed that door shut, but no. Somehow, she was about to find the strength to hold all it in until she got into her own room. Once in, she plopped herself onto her bed. With her face hidden within her pillow, she tried to decrease the rate her heart was racing at. All efforts were in vain. Too many things were going in her head and heart.
"Good morning, Granger!" Draco happily said, greeting Hermione the moment she opened the door to her room. "Lovely day, isn't it?"
Hermione didn't know how to act to this. "Um yes, I suppose," she said rather passively. She closed her door and walked to where Draco was, which was right next to the door. When Draco cou
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Oh, Don't You Hesitate
All bandaged up and strictly ordered to not make too much movements, Draco had very limited options on what he could do. He was bored and slightly less irritated. His right side hurt so damn bad, it was throbbing and he could feel it. He decided he was going to kill whoever the bastard was that did this to him, but he did keep in mind he was partially, just a little, at fault.
Hermione couldn't believe what she witnessed on the Pitch out there that day with what happened to Draco. She caught sight of him almost catching the Snitch and actually thought that Slytherin was going to win, but then the next thing she knew, people were making loud commotions and Draco was free falling to the ground. Her breath was caught in her throat when Harry finally caught him before he hit the ground.
She was on her way to the Hospital Wing to visit him
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It's Just You
It had begun. Draco had stayed in the Slytherin's commons for a tad bit more than thirty minutes. He took this time to contemplate and place out his strategy. First, he'd have to find common grounds with Granger and befriend her. But before doing so, he'd have to apologize to her about last night, despite how much that would hurt his inner pride. After befriending that mudblood, he wanted to hurry up with the kill. He'd decided that the shorter this pathetic charade went on the better. He didn't want to waste too much time and effort on this.
Draco went back to his dorm, entered, and stood in front of Hermione
S door. He raised his right hand and was about to knock, but suddenly stopped three inches before touching the door. Lowering his hand, he turned on his heel and walked the other way and into his room. He shut the door behind him, dropped on his bed, and just laid there. Too mu
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Coming Back Down
"This is just nice," mumbled Hermione. She sighed and walked to the door entrance. Before leaving, she turned back to Draco, who had watched her the entire time in silence. "I'm going to go inform Ron and Harry that I won't be making an appearance tonight at dinner," she said before pausing, "I'll come back. Madam Pomfrey's counting on me." Then without another word, she turned and left.
"You're too kind, Granger!" Draco yelled after her in a sarcastic voice.
"You're kidding me! You're absolutely kidding me!" Ron immediately stopped slouching on the chair he was sitting on and sat straight up. "Malfoy? Draco Malfoy? You've got to help that bastard and spend your evening dinners -until further notice- with him?!"
Harry, who was standing next to where Ron was, sighed deeply and shook his head. "Maybe I never should've save his ass. Then the only thing we'd probably feel obligated to do is att
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Room of Angel
You lie silent there before me
Your tears may mean nothing to me now
The wind howling at the window
The Love you never gave
I give to you
Really don't deserve it
But now there's nothing you can do
So sleep in your only memory of me
Perhaps you're happy without me
So many seeds have been sown in the field
And who could sprout up so blessedly
If I had died
Being in possession of something so indescribably amazing such as the time-turner was quite amazing, actually, to Blaise. Blaise had transformed back to his normal form finding being a statue really irksome and annoying. He didn't even need to worry about anybody or anything seeing since that it was quite late for most students to be wandering about.
After rolling his shoulders, Blaise yawned and reached his in pocket and took out the time-turner. He ran a finger over the object as if in awe of its glistening color even though he was standing in a positio
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I woke up early, and took my clothes from the day before out of the dryer, the audience would think it weird if a character changed clothes in between a car scene and a hotel scene, wouldn't they? I walked into my closet and changed back into my blue shirt and black skirt. My alarm clock went off, I had to be on the set early so I could do my makeup there, instead of doing it at home and wasting time. I rushed around the house and got ready to go to the movie set, only slowing to make some toast and eggs for breakfast. I stepped out of my house, locked the door, and made my way to the street curb. I waited until a cab came into view. I flagged it down, stepped into the car and yawned, realizing how sleepy I was. All I remember is telling the cabbie the directions, then leaning my head against the window and closing my eyes. Soon after, sound pierced the silence of my dreamless sleep. My eyes fluttered open to the cabbie saying. "We're here! Wake up, you're at your stop!" I s
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Jessica Rose Vaughan was sitting in her London apartment cooking herself some dinner, when, in the middle of cooking the spaghetti, her telephone began to ring. She grabbed the telephone off the kitchen table and set it on the counter beside the stove. "Hello?"
"Jessie!" She recognized the voice of her friend instantly, it was George.
"We need your help it's Ringo! He's got a ring stuck on his finger!"
Jessica rolled her eyes as she propped the phone up on her shoulder and continued to stir the spaghetti. "Oh, honestly Geo, when does he not get a ring stuck on his finger?"
"You don't understand. There was this bird! Well, Ringo tried to get a sandwich from this door thing in his part of the town house and this bird took his finger and tried to bite it off! And after that all this crazy stuff happened!"
She dropped the spoon into the now boiling over pot. "What? I'll be right there, hold on." She hung the phone up and quickly changed from her pajamas into a blue dress
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They walked up to the Indian restaurant called 'Rajahama'. Ringo, thinking the man at the front of the restaurant was from the mystic east, held out the bulbous red ring on his hand and said. "It's played out anyroad isn't it? Y'know rings." The man, clad in a white turban hat, gloves, and a red suit of some sort answered. "Very nice." Jessie noticed that the man was English from the start, and his accent only made her mind up more. Ringo thought the man liked it and told him he could have it. The man shook his head. "Ah, no good to me mate. My missus won't wear a ring like that. Ostentatious that is." Jessie sighed as Ringo finally figured out that the man was nowhere near oriental. He pointed at the man and cried. "He's from the west!" Jessie rolled her eyes and grabbed his shoulder to get his attention, but failed. The man denied being western. "No, east! Stepney." John, George, and Paul were standing next to the man just larking about. Jessie glared at them, how could they laze abo
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Rose and George neared a small town, bustling with life and filled with neon lights. Rose helped George produce another disguise to wear so he wouldn't be mauled by fans, but when they entered a small store for snacks, they found out he didn't have to. "There's no kids 'ere other than you two youngins." Rose stared at the saleswoman puzzled by the fact that there were absolutely no teenagers or young people in this town. "All the kids up and left when they got old enough. Said this place was run down, but since they've left business is boomin and I ain't complainin'." Rose quickly asked the woman to make sure. "Do you know who 'The Beatles' are?"
"Beetles? Isn't that a type of bug?" Rose and George were relieved and George excused himself to go remove his disguise. When he came back the woman didn't even blink an eye. Rose thanked the woman and George handed the woman a few pound notes to pay for Roses coke and chips, and his jelly babies and Dr. Pepper. They walked away fro
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I flipped through the pages of my newspaper, next to a disguised Paul on the bench. The cameras were filming the others right now so I could sit here until the crowd ran past Paul and his 'grandfather'.
I looked up from my paper to see Mr. Lester tell the camera man to film the phone booths where John and the other two Beatles were.
I had gotten half-way through with an article about a new movie when the sounds of screaming and thundering footsteps filled the train station.
The director motioned for me to get behind the cameras until they got through filming. I sighed, handed Paul the newspaper, and walked to talk to the maker of the film, Mr. Lester.
"It's boring when you're on a set and not acting, isn't it?" I turned my head just in time to see a wild pack of crazy fans rabidly searching to find The Beatles.
I couldn't help but laugh, Mr. Lester did too.
"Yeah, its kind've boring but, I know where to look." I said pointing in the direction of the crazy fans a
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We finished filming that scene along with a few others, and I was more than happy that we were through; I was ready to pass out from all the re-takes. Stumbling into my cramped dressing room, I changed into my regular clothes. I departed from the studio and said my farewells to the boys, but there was something very peculiar; John was missing from the group. I didn't worry about his disappearance too much, as I was focused on snatching a coffee from the nearest café. Outside it had gotten darker, it wasn't night though. I sighed while stone colored clouds loomed overhead in the sky, the impending rain giving the air a slight crisp edge. Opposite of me on the other sidewalk, was a man with dark glasses and a cute black hat that covered his light blonde hair; his hands were stuffed in his pants pockets and his eyes were tilted, staring at the clouds. I averted my gaze from him and found something very weird. A tall woman, in a large flower print blue dress, a tan over coat, and a ha
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I heard the cameras begin to whirr as I looked at the magazine page pretending to read it. John dove onto the couch cushion beside me on the left side of the couch before the cameras started filming, the impact of him hitting the couch made me jump but I quickly composed myself and kept reading. Soft piano music filled the air of the room as Paul played a classy little tune on the piano in the corner. I took a quick peak over the edge of the magazine to see Paul's grandfather looking at a record labeled 'White Satin', the front held the picture of a sultry, blonde woman who was obviously trying to be sexy. I looked over at the door as John reached over me and grabbed a small triangle shaped sandwich off of the table beside the couch. I tensed up as he slid past me, and when he moved back I shot him a glare. Ringo and George entered the room arguing. "I don't snore."
"You do, repeatedly."
Ringo had his hands in his pockets, while George had removed his jacket, leaving on a white button
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*In Liverpool -February 12th 7:26 p.m.
Ashley yawned as she and Kara walked away from the post office. She had finally gotten her letters from the boys; she and Kara would read them as soon as they got back from shopping. Ashley hummed the tune to 'Boys' as Kara skipped merrily on the sidewalk a few paces ahead of her. The first shop they stopped at was a second-hand store run by a family friend of Kara's. The store was having a good sale on umbrellas that day so they each bought one, in Liverpool you never really knew when it would rain and Ashley's old umbrella had broken anyway. They continued on down the sidewalk after having a chat with the family friend of Kara's. Ashley spotted a grand opening sign in front of a store and decided to go see what they had. Kara, on the other hand, had her eye on some boots in a shoe store. Ashley went on to go check out the store; Kara would catch up with her later. It was a clothing store; inside she found a really nice light brown, be
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Jessie took around 30-minutes to get ready, changing into her favorite white dress and her pirate-y boots. The boy's, on the other hand took one complete hour, on just doing their hair. It took them another 20-minutes to get dressed and put their signature suits and boots on. Jessie had gotten bored while they were getting ready so she took one of John's books of his bookcase and started to read it. She had read around half of the book, when there was a knock on the door. She looked up from her book, and seeing that the boys were still fussing around with their appearances, she rose from her spot on the floor beside John's bed and answered the door. It was a man with a short haircut, something she wasn't used too in these times. He looked at her quizzically. "Um, I'm Brian Epstein. Do you know where John is?" She nodded and let him inside the house. "They're getting ready. I'm Jessie, by the way." They sat in the boys conjoined rooms until they were finished fixin
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"The letter from Ashley! It's finally here" Cried Ringo as he hugged the first letter sent from Ashley to his chest and bounded into the living room of their current apartment. Brian, their manager, was the only person in the room other than Ringo, the other boy's had gone to a pub to pick up a few girls, he looked up from his paper and asked. "What's it say?" Ringo flung himself onto the couch beside Brian's chair and began to read it out loud:
How are you and the others doing? In case you were wondering, I myself am not doing to badly. Though I will say that life has gotten a tad boring without you around, I rather miss you and that sense of humor of yours.
Speaking of things being different, you guys should see Liverpool now that you guys aren't around. Everything is so quiet! No screaming fan girls chasing you four lads down the street any more, though I'm sure that's still happening to you in America.
So what have you and the others been doing wh
The Adventures of Harriet Potter: Year Two - Ch10(All characters and locations within belong to J.K. Rowling unless otherwise stated.)The Adventures of Harriet Potter: Year Two - Ch10 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Rumours and Wars
“There is never any telling the changes and conflicts that will arise when cultures collide.”
General (ret.) Jigme Dorji Wengshuk
In the days that followed, Harriet found herself trying to figure out if life had really gone back to normal. On the one hand, Rachel had not had any more night terrors yet, and really Harriet didn’t find herself having any problems with their refugees. Neither did anyone else in Gryffindor House that Harriet could see, with the obvious exception of Percy, who despite no real problems seemed to be unable to bring himself to trust the new students. To Harriet they seemed like ordinary Gryffindor students, with the exception of their accents.
However, Harriet couldn’t help but notice that this was not entirely the case elsewhere in the school. At the Slytherin table in particular Harriet not
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Screaming and Boasting
“The deepest wounds and the most terrifying threats are the ones we cannot see. It is the mind, you see, where we are all most vulnerable. What we perceive by its very nature can do a tremendous amount more harm than what is tangible.”
General (ret.) Jigme Dorji Wengshuk
Harriet’s first day as a Second Year Hogwarts student got off on what could only be described as a rocky start. At two in the morning, Rachel woke everyone in the room when she sat bolt upright and screamed at the top of her lungs.
There was loud shuffling as Harriet got the curtains to her four-poster pulled back and saw Tori and AJ doing their best to calm Rachel down. Rachel was struggling hard in Tori’s arms and seemed to be trying to flee. To Harriet’s horror she was flailing so hard she even swatted AJ in the face so hard that AJ got
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“One of the most dangerous things in the world is assumptions.”
General (ret.) Jigme Dorji Wengshuk
An older, olive-skinned girl strode forward. While Harriet had never seen a Native American before, she thought Sasha looked much like the ones she had seen in books. Though with a last name like Brewer…
“Ravenclaw!” shouted the Sorting Hat.
“Damn,” Fred cursed receiving a dirty look from Hermione.
Sasha joined the cheering Ravenclaw table. As Harriet watched her, she couldn’t help but notice that Sasha seemed nervous around the other students as they introduced themselves to her. The whole time, she stole hopeful little glances back at the other refugees.
After Sasha, Lauren Buford became a Slytherin. Lauren seemed to be one of the older students of the group and was ea
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Life at the Burrow
"I dislike the notion of the phrase "you cannot choose your family." That simply depends on one's definition of family. Often in my own life I have found the bonds with the family I have chosen to be much stronger than my bonds with the family I was given."
General (ret.) Jigme Dorji Wengshuk
Something hard bonked Harriet on the top of her head and she shouted out, sitting upright and clutching her head. "Ow! Hey!" Harriet said. She laughed as she looked up at Ronnie's grinning face.
"Sorry, just excited you're here," Ronnie replied.
Harriet smiled rubbing her head and stretching. Despite the sore spot on her head, Harriet was happier than she could have ever thought she could be. It hadn't been a dream. She really had been rescued from the Dursleys by her best-friend.
Harriet slid out of bed, stretched again and yawned. B
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An Unusual Trip
"One of the easiest mistakes people make is thinking 'forgetting to live' means forgetting to be brash and adventurous. Sure, doing so will make life more 'interesting,' but it is not living. More often I find 'forgetting to live' is forgetting to find the joy in the simple things of life. Find joy in having your cup of tea, find joy in a simple meal with family. Laugh more, smile more. It is a mistake to get so caught up in trying to live that you forget how great it is just to be alive."
General (ret.) Jigme Dorji Wengshuk
Harriet had a lot to think about in the next few days. Between a possible revelation about one of her best friends and a bigger revelation about almost all of her friends and their families, Harriet's mind was much fuller than usual. She did her best to smile with the Weasleys for the first couple of days, but the nagging
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An Unconventional Sorting
“There comes a time when even the oldest and wisest among us behave the most foolishly. This inevitably happens whenever we return to the places we knew and loved as children.”
General (ret.) Jigme Dorji Wengshuk
Harriet let out a cry of shock as she felt the car lurch to the left, knocking her hard to the right into Mr Weasley. She grunted again as Ronnie fell on top of her. The tree had swung down one of its larger limbs, hitting the side of the car with amazing force.
They fell back into their seats as the car flopped down onto its wheels once more. Mr Weasley scrambled as he tried to turn the car back on. The car lurched under another barrage of hits before Mr Weasley got the car started and stamped on the gas. The engine roared and the car began to move forward. It stopped hard when another giant limb smashed into t
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A Fireplace too Far
"While we all know people who have met either greatness or ruin when they have chosen to step off the so-called beaten path, the simple fact is that often the most significant events in our lives, for good or for ill, happen when we step off that path by complete accident."
General (ret.) Jigme Dorji Wengshuk
Harriet nearly leapt out of bed Wednesday morning. Mrs Weasley had said she would be waking them up early for the trip into Diagon Alley, but Harriet was too excited to stay in bed any longer. She had woken up nearly every other hour that night, looking at the clock eagerly before sighing in disappointment and going back to sleep. She couldn't help it. She was too eager to see all of her friends again.
She still didn't know if Dora was also going. Dora was the only one who hadn't said if she would be at Diagon Alley too in her letter
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The Mysterious Voice
“The state of our lives is always in flux. So knowing this, never assume that the bad times that happen will be how your life will remain. However, my word of caution is also to never take the good times in your life for granted for the very same reason. Thus you should treasure them always when they come.”
General (ret.) Jigme Dorji Wengshuk
“Come on, Dora, of course I wasn’t going to hate you for joining your house’s Quidditch team.”
“I know, I know, not my most brilliant moment…” Dora muttered and rolled her eyes.
Harriet laughed. “Well, maybe if Malfoy stinks enough they’ll kick him off the team?” she suggested hopefully.
Secretly, she really did hope this was true. Not because she was worried about flying against Malfoy in the first Quidditch match of the year
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(Still day 6)
I returned to our cabin still smug and sat for a little while at the piano. After fiddling around for a little while I noticed a piece of paper sticking out of one of the corners of a notebook on the piano. I pulled it out and it said two words: "Kaleidoscope Eyes". I got hit with an idea. I ran for my guitar and strummed it out. I jotted down the lyrics as I went:
'Picture yourself in a boat on a river,
with tangerine trees and marmalade skies.
Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly,
a girl with kaleidoscope eyes.
Cellophane flowers of yellow and green,
Towering over your head.
Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes,
and she's gone.'
I finished the lyrics, titled the song, and set my guitar back in my room. I left the paper with the lyrics and chords on the piano so I could finish it later with George. I thought about the song, picturing it in my head 'Lucy in the sky with diamonds'. She had long golden hai
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Setting: London, summer of 1964
Name: Olivia Reed
Hair color: Golden blonde
Eye Color: Dark blue with green on the inner rims
I stood on the dock looking out into the water. It wasn't clear like it should be. My parents stood behind me with their suitcases. My golden blonde hair blew into my eyes obscuring my vision as I turned to walk away.
"Olivia? Darling, where are you going?" My mother cooed, her familiar Boston accent floating into my ears.
"I'm just going for a walk. I'll be back in time for the ship, I promise." I said, my British accent contrasting sharply with hers.
"Just don't go far. We don't have your brother here to protect you." My father cautioned reminding me of why we were going on this cruise; to try to forget about my brother leaving for college. He was the first child and my mother was uncomfortable sitting at home thinking about how he was gone.
I walked around the dock for a few minutes until I saw a small building on one end. It had a sign a
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I was sitting by the railing once more on this ship. A day had passed. I was still melancholy, but I felt better. I blamed that on John. He had a gift for making me laugh. I smiled a little to myself as I saw John, followed by George, coming toward me from a door across the ship. He waved to me and smiled a grin that I was very familiar with by now. I waved back and smiled. They came to where I was sitting and John pulled me up out the chair into a hug.
"Well, hello to you too." I said laughing. He smiled once more and tucked my hair behind my ear.
"John, I think you can let go of her now." George said laughing. John let his arms down and sat down on my chair.
"Hello George." I said greeting him with another smile.
"Hello, Liv." He smiled as he said it. I looked down at his hands and I noticed he had his guitar. Although it wasn't unusual- he carried it everywhere with him-, I noticed John had brought his guitar along as well.
"What are you-?" I started to say, but I wa
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"I missed you, love." He said. I wrapped my arms around his waist and laid my head on his chest in response. He kissed the top of my head.
"I love you, Michelle." He whispered in my ear.
"I love you too." I smiled up at him. A cool breeze blew through the room out of nowhere and I shivered. He held me nearer. He kissed my lips and there was a ringing noise in the background. It grew louder and louder until-
I sat up suddenly. I had only been dreaming. That was definitely a rather odd dream. I certainly missed George. I suddenly realized there was a ringing noise still going on. I looked around the room and realized it was my alarm clock! It was 7 o'clock. I needed to shower and get ready for George's return home.
I bathed and got dressed in a light blue knee length dress with a cinched waist and elbow length sleeves. I dried my hair and did my make up. I then went downstairs to eat. Joy came down a minute later rubbing her eyes.
I smiled at her, "Guess what today is!"
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2 DAYS LATER:
I walked out of my cabin, locking the door behind me. I slid the key into the pocket of my black mini skirt and headed for the dining hall. It had been two days and I had not received any sign that the Beatles really wanted to see me. They hadn't shown up at all, it was like they had disappeared into a puff of smoke after I had walked away from them on the dock. I reached the dining hall and met my parents who had come from their cabin; I had begged them for my own. I was twenty after all. We ate in silence. It wasn't very uncomfortable; in fact, it had become normal since Jack, my brother, had gone away to college. My mother, who was half asleep without her morning coffee, mumbled her good morning hello and went back to her drowsy state. My father, on the other hand, was energized and, after we ate, kept inquiring about my plans for the day. He and my mother were booked all day and couldn't spend time with me.
"I suppose I could by the pool for a little while and people
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This was it, it was the last full day I had. I had woken up that morning determined to find Paul and to figure myself out. I knew what I wanted for once and as miraculous as that was, I wasn't sure if what I wanted actually wanted me back.
I got dressed in a blue skirt and a white blouse, I wore my favorite color for support, and I heard a knock at my cabin's door.
"Olivia," I heard George's voice come through the door, "Are you here?" I hurriedly unlocked and opened the door, allowing him to enter and sit down.
"Feeling colorful are we, love?" He said smiling.
"Hello George." I said kissing his cheek.
"Good morning." He replied cheerily.
"You're happier than usual. What's happened, George, has John fallen off the boat?" I joked.
"Oh, what a loss that would be." He said sincerely. "Without him I wouldn't be famous you know, or be able to write a song for that matter."
"Then I'm sorry." I said smiling.
"It's no matter." He replied, "Guess what."
"Ooh, it's time for a sec
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(End of day 6, day 7)
I stayed crumpled in a ball on the floor for a very long time. I heard the door open silently and John slip out. The room started getting dark and the shadows were playing along the wall. It turned into night and soon the only light in the room came from the window where the moon was beaming in. The moon created a shadow of me on the wall when I finally decided to get up. I moved slowly to my bed and fell into it, feeling exhausted and incredibly sad. As soon as my head hit the pillow, I was asleep.
I woke up the next morning at dawn, having had a very restless night. I had dreamt of him; of both of them. I was caught in between the two. It hurt. I got up and got dressed, I felt like wearing grey. I picked a grey and white striped dress up and changed into it. I did my makeup and hair, grabbed a pair of sandals, and left my room. I hugged my arms tightly to my chest as I made my way to the top deck. I walked out the door to the deck and made my way to a deck chair
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I woke up the next morning with my head on Paul's chest, feeling his fingers running through my hair.
"What time is it?" I mumbled, still groggy from sleep.
"7:30." He replied softly.
"I haven't missed breakfast yet " I trailed off.
"C'mon, time to get up." He said sitting me up. "Open those beautiful eyes of yours. I need some sign that you're awake, c'mon. Work with me here, Livvy." He said half joking. I groaned once and sat up. He smiled.
"'Atta girl." He said chuckling. He hugged me and I wriggled out of his grasp.
"I'm going to get dressed. Be right back." I said.
He pouted replying, with a whimper at the end, "If you must " I giggled and opened my suitcase fishing out a blue sundress. I skipped into the bathroom and slid into my dress. I brushed my hair and teeth, did my makeup, and fixed my hair. I inspected myself in the mirror. Blue v-neck sundress with white polka dots that made my blue eyes shine, a blue ribbon in my hair acting as a hea
Morning GlowPick up the star I made a wish uponMorning Glow in Free Verse More Like This
And keep it forever, for I have fallen
IBrokeMyBikeYouBrokeMyHeartI fell head over heels,IBrokeMyBikeYouBrokeMyHeart in Free Verse More Like This
but it had nothing to do
with you this time.
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And I silently agreed
but darling, be honest
isn't that why we do this?'
It's true, it felt good
when touching your skin
'cause I knew that's al it'll be
For just a moment
you were wholly with me
Well I couldn't sleep with you holding me so tight
but it was alright, 'cause it was only for a night
MalfunctionSometimes I wonderMalfunction in Free Verse More Like This
If I just fell down
Will someone fix me?
Or just let me be?
Will I be dragged away?
Will someone care?
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With papercut wounds, on my sandcoloured skin, i hope for once to not hear your seaside words
because, somehow, along these tides, you're drowning me like the moon and the sea, pulling
up comes the water, up comes the salt, pouring into me and filling up my veins, strangling my senses, leaving me breathless..
Finding Placesfoolishly I ran from twisted thoughtsFinding Places in Free Verse More Like This
and a potentially broken heart
Undoubtly you will find me
At the edge of where I was
and where I'm trying to be
Maybe I should draw a map
on my arm, as a reminder
and to find my way in an
Embrace, so I won't lose
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This name brings many words to peoples mind. Some of these would be:
Words that come to my mind:
I have to say that I never was very close to John. Besides my husband I was probably closer to Paul out of the three. Even though I wasn't very close to John, we still had our moments, like every friends. One distinct moment I can remember almost like it was yesterday...
For some reason, John and I were alone together, in the studio. I was here because I was playing my violin for a song. The air in the room was tense. Mainly because I was angry at me mum for trying to get money from me. John was staring at me intently, like he was trying to figure something out or that something was wrong.
"Ye alright John?" I asked him, giving him a wary look.
"Oh I'm fine Liz. But is something wrong with ye?" he asked, still looking at me.
"Oh it's just me mum again. Trying to get me hard earned money again." I said with a sigh, me hands curl
Dear GeorgeDear George in Letters More Like This
It's been 9 years since you first left us. I was very young then, not even 6 yet, but I can still remember small bits and pieces about that fateful day. My mother crying softly for a few minutes in our den. (You where always her favorite) My dad shaking his head and saying what a shame it was to loose another. At the time I didn't know what the two of them meant, but now I do.
Your music has touched my heart, like many others. You've taught me some important lessons. Like that all this must pass at some point. That I should always hope to see my lord, no matter what happens in life. That optimism is always one of the best feelings to feel. That you loved your Apple Scruffs, even if you couldn't say so all the time.
Today I must admit I felt your presence. I was sitting on a pew in a church while my brother was having his violin lesson, and I was listening to a playlist I had put together earlier that day. But while I sat there reading my book and listening to Roll Over Beethove
Adressed to John LennonAdressed to John Lennon in Sketches More Like This
You may not be here with us but I'm hoping that from your spot in heaven you can see how we are celebrating this special date. We celebrate because we love and respect you as well as miss you. I hope so much that you can see your legacy still lives on here. Plenty of us respect and love the wonderful music and images you put here on this earth. Whether it was with those three other amazing men, with your true love and soul mate, or on your own. We still love the stuff you did even when at times some things you did may have angered or hurt some of us. I know I've felt angry and hurt at some of the stuff you did. But we still love you.
I'm going to be quite frank and honest in this little letter I guess you would call it. I think it's better to get my true feelings out there than to try and please everyone. You taught me that John. Because of you I learned to be true to myself and never give up hope. I used to be very depressed a lot in my life, but now that I've discovered the tru
Anything You Can Do...Anything You Can Do... in Short Stories More Like This
"Anything you can do, I can do better." Reymond said, his arms folded across his chest.
"Oh no ye can't." John said with a laugh.
"Yes I obviously can." Reymond said, glowering at John.
"No no no. Ye are delusional my friend." John said, standing taller to get a few inches over Reymond.
"Anything you can be I can be greater. Obviously I'll soon be greater than you." he said turning away from John.
"As if ye, some... some... wolf boy, can be greater than me! I'm a legend and have been for over 30 years!" John burst out, loosing his temper. "Some even say I'm one of the founders of rock and roll. There is no way you can top that!" he said, still screaming his words.
"No wonder people said you were a hothead. Another reason why I am very much better than you." Reymond pointed out.
John's face grew red and his eyes got larger and larger. He then opened his mouth to speak, "Well let's just see who is better by a guitar version of HORSE." John said going to pick up his 1965 Epiphone E230TD C
Oh What A Mask Can DoOh What A Mask Can Do in Settings More Like This
It was going to be a costume party. To be a bit more specific it was going to be a masquerade costume party. I didn't quite know who this invitation was from but it was almost a dead give away because it was being held at Brian's home. The invitation read that you where suppose to be in formal wear and be someone famous. You had to wear a mask since it was after all a masquerade party. The idea was intriguing to me and I knew then that I would be RSVPing to this event.
Unfortunately it was on one of my least favorite nights of the year. October 31st, Halloween day. Now the reason I disliked Halloween had many different aspects to it. First of all as a child my mother and father forbade us from participating in what normally happened at Halloween. So my brother, sister, and I never had the joy of dressing up and going around getting tooth rotting candy one night a year. I also did not like looking out my window and seeing a few creepy costumes that could easily freak me out throughout t
New Years Eve 1965New Years Eve 1965 in Short Stories More Like This
I looked up at the stage of the London Hammersmith Odeon, watching my wonderful boyfriend of 20 months playing with the band he was apart of, The Beatles. I sat in the old, red, threadbare, and well worn theater seat, my legs crossed at the ankles with my foot bobbing up and down to the beat. The song was "Can't Buy Me Love" which was a song in four four time, and with a tempo signature that would possibly read, "Bright Shuffle" on a piece of sheet music, so it was essentially a mildly fast song.
As far as I knew they where about half way through their set, and then afterwords we could leave and head to a New Years Eve party at Norman Newell, the EMI producer's flat. And because I assumed we would be going to the party directly from the theater, I was wearing a long forest green gown with a jewel encrusted bodice. My unlikely ensemble for seeing a Beatles show at a theater was gaining a lot of odd looks, but I was taking them in stride by just sitting up a little straighter