Back in 1948 Chapter 30 The stars glistened in the purplish-blue night sky. The light of the moon reflected in the puddles that remained from earlier rains. Clouds rolled away to a far away place, out somewhere in the distance. Wind bellowed, crying out for someone to answer it. The bellowing got louder, rattling the windows of a darkened hospital. From somewhere within the dark building, a small child got out of bed and approached the window. The wind rattled even hard against the window as the child approached it. The window burst open and the wind engulfed the entire room. The woman sleeping in the corner didn't wake; she didn't even notice. The child bMore Like This
Back in 1948 Chapter 28George didn't know how long he had been running for, but he didn't really care. His feet ached and bled with every step, but George was determined to make it on his own; to prove he was more than just a baby. Breathing heavily, George leaned up and brick wall and slid down it. He picked up his right foot and brought it to his face; blood covered the entire bottom of his small foot. The left foot looked the same way. He need to cover the wounds, but wasn't sure how to. People were walking on the streets of the small Polish town and George thought that someone was bound to help him out. George got up and walked on to the sidewalk.More Like This
Back in 1948 Chapter 1 "So it's very important to respect your veterans." The random old man finished. John Lennon smiled at him and turned to his friends. The look on all their faces said that it was time to go, so they waved good bye to the man and walked away.More Like This
"Who cares about the war anyway? It ended like 20 years ago, or something!" John muttered as they arrived at his house. "Well, I'll see you lads tomorrow." The others waved, and journeyed to there own houses. It was fall of 1964, and the Beatles' popularity seemed to grow every day. Julian was getting nice and big, and Ringo seemed like he would propose to Mo any day now. Things were going well.
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"George, are you okay?" I asked. George was lying on the couch next to me with a blanket over his head. I couldn't quite make out all of what he was saying.
"I aw righ deea" Is all I heard coming from him.
"What was that?" I couldn't quite hear him.
George pulled the blanket off of his head and repeated what he said, "I'm alright, dear, really." I could tell he was lying by the look on his face. He had looked so heartbroken. I didn't want him to feel this way forever.
I walked closer to him, bent down, and kissed his forehead. "I don't believe you're okay, George." I said quietly. He quickly wiped a small tear from his face and gave
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I refuse to die.
Paul ran forward. He looked back, gasped and stepped up his pace. No. This can not be the end, he thought. This can not be..!
He ran towards a little bar. He could go there, he could hide there... Except they already saw him.
"Stop him! Do something! You are allowed to kill him!" He heard shouts behind him. His pale, scared face looked hopelessly around him, not finding a place to hide. A little sob came out from his mouth. No... No... Somebody help, somebody help... He couldn't shout. And who would help him? No one cared about one of the homeless kids, no one wanted to help him. And, what's more, there were mu
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"What the hell is this?"
The Beatles looked at the wardrobe closet, surprised at their "outfits" were supposed to wear for this particular photo shoot. Paul's eyes widened, while George lifted an eyebrow. John snorted, his rebellious attitude coming out, while Ringo just well, was being Ringo.
"That's it, Brian has finally lost it."
"What is he smoking?"
"I am NOT doing this"
"So that's where all the pot went "
While the Beatles continued to stare at the wardrobe, Brian walked in the room, frowning as he noticed they didn't have their costumes on.
"Boys, hurry up! The photographer is gonna be here any minute, and you need to