The Pancake Batter BattleThe soft sound of footsteps roused George from his deep slumber, and lazily he blinked open his dark eyes to peer languidly at the source of the noise. A lazy smile tugged at his lips as the culprit, a petite, brown haired girl was caught frozen in his stare. "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up," Iris whispered, breaking the silence that had engulfed the room. Carefully she climbed onto the large bed and curled up in an impossibly small ball at his side, head leaning on his bare chest. "Don't be sorry luv," he murmured sleepily, still poisoned with grogginess. Her reassuring warmth seeped into his side and once again he had to remind him
If onlyA hooded figure swept through the bustling street, green cape flowing behind him. The shouts of merchants filled his ears as he searched intently for the perfect gift for his wife. Fabric to make a new dress perhaps? No, Haili had enough dresses. Everything his eyes saw seemed to mundane, too common for the love of his life. No, she needed something special, something that could show her how much he loved her the way his words couldn't. At last, something caught his eye. It was a necklace, the chain delicate and golden. The pendant that adorned the chain was a heart, obviously hand crafted with careful and skilled fingers. The heart its
You Like Me Too Much (and I like you)The windows of the small flat were dark, the front door locked tightly. She was out, he concluded after a few moments of watching the house for movement. Where she had gone, he wasn't sure, but he knew that it was now or never if he wanted to win her back.John clutched the bouquet of roses tightly in one of his hands while the other slipped into his trousers pocket and jingled his house keys around nervously. If anyone of her neighbors caught him snooping around the house again, they'd call the police. It had already happened once, and he had gotten extremely lucky when he had escaped them.Quickly as he could, John reached under the third
TragedyIt was nine o'clock at night, the sky was pitch black save for a few stars here and there. 16 year old George Harrison had just left his fourth show as a Quarrymen band member, accompanied by his steady girlfriend of five months, Julie Sullivan. The two were quite happy, and in the sort of love that you find yourself plunged into quite suddenly, and without warning. They were kissing and holding hands as they walked slowly down the empty streets of Liverpool, unaware of their surroundings.Donald Robertson, a newly divorced 54 year old man, had just left a pub around the corner from the one that George had previously played at. He was a bi
George's Special Surprise"John, fer the tenth time, she's just meh best mate. Nothin' more." George grumbled as he strummed thoughtfully on his cheap guitar. John Lennon, band leader and Teddy Boy stood over the lad, watching with interest as his skinny fingers went up a scale with practiced ease."Ah, so then yeh won't mind if I give 'er a little Lennon charm tonight?" he teased, as he tried to make the younger boy admit his feelings for Penny. John thought that she was quite pretty, with large green eyes and a sweet smile, but he would never go for it. Something about her seemed too innocent, too pure, and even he couldn't bring himself to corrupt that girl."Don
Noone. Rain pattered softly on my window pane, interrupting the peaceful silence that I had surrounded myself with. I shivered slightly, and reached for the colorful blanket that was always spread acrossed my bed just for this reason. After adjusting it to drape around my shoulders, I let my eyes stray back to the glowing computer screen.I can't wait to let myself disappear... I struggled to put in perspective what this meant. To me, it seemed as if the person who wrote this wanted to run away from it all, just leave behind their life and never be found again. I agreed completely. There were many things that I wish I could run away from, the n
November Twenty-NinthGeorge idly twirled a stick in his hand as he watched the clouds blow by. He was sitting in his favorite spot to be at, some garden that he had come across whilst wandering aimlessly around. He inhaled deeply, savoring the smell of the flowers and the pine trees. All around him birds were chirping merrily. It was the perfect place really, almost too perfect. But that was the inbetween. He felt another presence join him, and without looking , he knew who it was. John Lennon. The man he had been avoiding in the inbetween since the day he got there. The very same person who had pestered him with phone calls and letters begging him to talk to h
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