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Good Day Sunshine: Prologue by beatlelover, literature

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Good Day Sunshine: Prologue

December 5, 1995. The car is completely silent but for the surprisingly quiet sniffles of Jace's new child. Paul, though needing to keep his mind and concentration on the road before him, found the car drifting more to the side of the road than was really wanted. Attempting to break the awkward, stifling hush, he cleared his throat and said a bit too loudly, "Nice... scenery, eh? Jace, your mum lived in a nice place." Jace stayed quiet, staring at the cotton-ball clouds out the window, biting her lip to keep the tears from falling. Paul coughed, then returned to the road. Jace seemed to break from her trace, glancing beside her to the m

Good Day Sunshine: 3 by beatlelover, literature

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Good Day Sunshine: 3

July 8, 1945. The sun climbed slowly in the sky, following the course it had been set millennia before. Zane dashed around, a tall blonde monkey, carrying out different orders from different people. O'Connell had told him to get the garbage from the passenger's quarters, and Captain Cambell told him to go to the kitchen and serve everyone with Sara, which was actually where Zane was headed now. He scrambled into an apron, hurriedly tying the knot behind his back as he ran. The kitchen and dining room were grand places, clearly built to impress. The round tables, scattered over the tiled floor, glowed faintly with the combined lighting of the

Good Day Sunshine: 2 by beatlelover, literature

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Good Day Sunshine: 2

July 8, 1945. It was the next morning, bright and clear. The ship had already cleared the docks and turned its mighty head to the sea. Zane had stayed up all night, though it wasn't his shift to do so; he just liked watching the dark world shifting before him, and the sun turning the inky indigo sky to red, yellow, orange, and purple, then fade away to blue. Richard hadn't been able to sleep, tossing and turning on his bed beside his mum's. Sitting up, he felt his stomach flipping over and over. He hoped he wouldn't be sick; firstly, he hated throwing up, and secondly, it wouldn't be polite to Zane and the other crew members to make them cle

Re-vamped Good Day Sunshine: 1 by beatlelover, literature

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Re-vamped Good Day Sunshine: 1

July 7, 1945. A five-year-old blonde, tall for such a young age, scrambled over empty air in eagerness to help carry a huge box. This child was a recent runaway, hoping to find a better life at sea. The kid had loved the sea since birth, begging brothers to go to the seaside and watch ships sail round slowly, their sails billowing sluggishly in the nearly nonexistent wind. "Oi, Zane! Don't get in my way, y' twig!" a burly Irishman called from the other side of the box. "Y' don't move soon, I'll move ya!" "I'd love t' see ya try, O'Connell! Y' couldn't catch me if both m' legs were broken an' I was tied t' the mast!" The child ducked a meaty

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Zane Faulkner KB: OC Sheet by beatlelover, literature

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Zane Faulkner KB: OC Sheet

Kick Buttowski: Suburban Daredevil character sheet Personal Information Full name: Terry Zane Faulkner Pronunciation: Sherry with a "t"; self-explanatory; Focknur Nickname(s): Zane, That Girl Gender: Female Age: 13 Birthday: December 4 Birth place: TECHNICALLY, Liverpool. But she grew up in NYC. Nationality: English Ethnicity: Caucasian Religion: It depends on who she's living with. Currently residence: With her mum and grandma on the outskirts of Mellowbrook. Languages spoken: English, but British English Relationship Status: Single Sexuality: Straight, and bi-romantic (for clearing-up, just ask) Physical Information Height:

AT: scorchalives by beatlelover, literature

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AT: scorchalives

"Spending the holidays is wonderful with you, George," Anya muttered, curling into her boyfriend of three years. "It's even better that you don't have to tour on Christmas Day or New Year's." "Yeah, we've stopped touring altogether, after Shea," George murmured, rubbing Anya's back gently, the flickering firelight glinting off his broad grin. "Now I can spend every holiday with you, darlin'. Speakin' of which..." He put his hand behind his back, drawing out a box. "Merry Christmas, my Anya." She sat up, eyes wide and sparkling. "For me? Really, George?" "Really. I didn't get it just to show you." She took it and opened the box slowly. Her

AT: Link-Lotte by beatlelover, literature

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AT: Link-Lotte

"What is the point of New Year's if you can't get drunk?" John slurred as Lottie drove them home. They'd spent the whole night of New Year's Eve at Paul's, where they watched the ball drop, and it was officially 1966. Of course, all the men had gotten way too drunk; Paul didn't have any champagne left. Maddie and Lottie had only had one glass each, since they wanted to celebrate, but also remember the celebration. When Lottie and John left to go home, John spit out a line of curse words in his goodbye, then promptly fell face-first on the lawn. Lottie, a bit irked at his behavior, picked him up and half-carried him to their car, driving home

Lyn's Christmas Contest Entry by beatlelover, literature

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Lyn's Christmas Contest Entry

ALLIE: December 24, 1964. Paul and I are headed to a rarely used auditorium, because John had called us half an hour before and asked us to. Honestly, doesn't he know that Christmastime is reserved for loved ones? But nevertheless, he asked us to come over, and here we are. When we got out, I could hear music streaming from the closed doors. Paul kept his arm around me as we walked in, and a wondrous scene met my eyes. First of all, John was in a bathrobe and that strange hat thing that men in the Bible times wore. Second of all, Cynthia was wearing an ancient-looking dress and a headdress that looked like a nun's habit. Third of all,

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Another Day with The Beatles I by beatlelover, literature

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Another Day with The Beatles I

Another Day With The Beatles by beatlelover I walked backstage, clutching the pass with both hands. I was visibly sweating; the Beatles were my favorite band since I had heard of them, about age five. I had memorized almost all of their songs so far, knew all of their birthdays (I sent them presents!), and had wanted to meet them since day one. I opened the door tentatively, hoping I wasn't interrupting anything important. Four pairs of eyes, three brown, one shocking baby blue, looked up and met mine. My blood ran cold. I didn't like being stared at, and I felt pressured to do something. So I did a little Broadway step, miming a hat in my

Another Day with The Beatles 2 by beatlelover, literature

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Another Day with The Beatles 2

I stayed a few more weeks before I remembered I had to ask who I was. I pulled Paul aside, claiming him for another woods ride. As we clopped noisily through the woods, I turned in my saddle to face him. He did the same, a little quizzical. "Paul?" "Yes? What is it, luv?" He had taken to calling me "luv", and I knew it was just a term of endearment. But still, I blushed. "Well, I've been here a while now, and I was wondering..." "Hmm?" "Just out of curiousity, who am I?" Paul pulled his horse out of its trot, and I hastily did the same. He stared into space, delibrately searching his brain for the answer. Eventually he broke out of hi

Another Day with The Beatles 3 by beatlelover, literature

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Another Day with The Beatles 3

After my shower, right after Rich's, I searched through my wardrobe for something that wouldn't compliment my figure and found an old misshapen t-shirt from ages ago, when we'd tried to paint the outside of their "house". I slipped into some greyish slacks and slumped into the kitchen. I gasped. Several bouquets of flowers were lying on the counter, along with the Fabs themselves, with a meal that looked semi-edible. My eyes started tearing up, and I scraped them off on my sleeve. "Er, what's all this?" I couldn't find the words to say anything else. "Oh, just a little something we threw together." Understatement of the year, Paul. "Yeah,

Another Day with The Beatles 4 by beatlelover, literature

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Another Day with The Beatles 4

The day after that, a hand shook my shoulder and effectively roused me enough to open my eyes. "Mrf?" My first word. So intelligible, huh? "Come on, pack up some stuff." The voice was familiar, but I was too tired to recognise it. Or to argue, apparently, because the next thing I remembered about that day was waking up next to George in a hotel bed, completely naked. "AAAAAHH!" The very first thing that came out of my mouth. Also understandable, considering the situation. I trembled, holding the comforter up to me, as George tried to explain to me what happened. He said he was getting torn up inside, and thought he was either going to do t

Another Day with The Beatles 5 by beatlelover, literature

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Another Day with The Beatles 5

When I came out of it, George and Ringo were the only ones there, George on my left, Ringo on my right. They weren't blatantly angry at each other, because they shared worried stares before they noticed I was awake. Then they quickly plastered on extremely fake grins. "Okay, what happened?" I knew nothing good would be covered up like this. Their faces fell at almost the same instant. They looked at each other, and George spoke first. "Er, when you fainted, back at the house, you fell on your ankle. You broke it in three places. Er, and you also fell on a glass floor lamp. The glass shattered and cut your skin through to the bone. We had to

Another Day with the Beatles 6 by beatlelover, literature

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Another Day with the Beatles 6

I knew I had to call Kyle about this. She was only my best friend since I'd moved in with the Beatles. She was always close to her cell phone, and LOVED to hear about what was happening in our dysfunctional little household. Expertly, I flipped open my cell and dialed her number with one hand. I pressed SEND, and waited for her to pick up. It took two rings, but I think she was just being dramatic. She loved to keep people waiting. "Herro?" I almost giggled. She always answered the phone like that. "Hey, Kyle. It's me." Tucking my hair behind my ear, I quickly gushed the whole thing. For a few seconds, there was silence on the other end. I

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Another Day with the Beatles 8 by beatlelover, literature

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Another Day with the Beatles 8

I woke up first in the morning, the fresh sunbeams caressing my face. I stretch slowly, knowing I would be a little sore. Seeing George's face, my heart melted. His features were boyish and calm, not a single furrow in his brow, and I was extremely tempted to stay in bed and snuggle a few extra hours. But, for the second time in two days, my body didn't agree with me. I was up, out of bed, dressed, and taking a slow quiet nature walk before my mind could even register anything else. But I took advantage of my walk; I saw birds chirping away in their trees, squirrels scampering across the ground, and I caught a glimpse of a doe in the shadow

Another Day with the Beatles 9 by beatlelover, literature

Another Day w- the Beatles 10 by beatlelover, literature

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Another Day w- the Beatles 10

The next day, Elle started having cramps. Painful cramps, from the faces and noises she was making. Again, I took her to the hospital. The nurse saw us and called the doctor again. He took one look and whisked off to get a stretcher for Elle. For the next six hours, I sat outside the door, flinching at each bloodcurdling shriek coming from the door. After about an hour of silence, and just when I'd been getting worried something had happened, the nurse came to the door. "You can come in now, Mr. Harrison." I crept in, looking all over the room. There were piles of towels everywhere, and in the middle of the unusual mess of a hospital room,

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Dec 4
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I'm Sammie Elle, pleased t' meetcha! (: Welcome to the groovy innards of my mind.

I'm pretty much in love with George Harrison and Ringo Starr, which should be pretty obvious by now. I do like all four Beatles, but those two are my favorites.

Old movies are the best. Seriously. I even have a crush on Marilyn Monroe. 8D I also like Donald O'Connor and Gene Kelly, so Singin' in the Rain HAS to be one of my favorite movies. (Art Garfunkel in Catch-22 is pretty adorable as well. <3)

One last thing I'll say is that sometimes I get very sad, and you might have to put up with my PO'd side. ^^ But I will try to be as cheerful as possible! I honestly don't bite.

Current Residence: Somewhere deep in the depths of my mind.
deviantWEAR sizing preference: XL.
Favourite genre of music: Anything that won't hurt my ears.
Favourite photographer: Linda McCartney.
Favourite style of art: Anything pleasing.
Operating System: Mac.
MP3 player of choice: Pea pod.
Shell of choice: Zoidberg.
Skin of choice: Mine.
Favourite cartoon character: Kick Buttowski.
Personal Quote: Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die.

Favourite Visual Artist

All of my friends.

Favourite Movies

The Princess Bride.

Favourite TV Shows

90s and before.

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Beethoven, especially his poems.

Favourite Writers

S. Morgenstern.

Favourite Games

Pokemon Sapphire.

Favourite Gaming Platform

My computer.

Tools of the Trade

My hands and my mind.

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Fun stuff.

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beatlelover

Nov 21, 2011

Hello?

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-taps microphone- Is this thing on? Sorry I've been such a neglecting person here, I've honestly been MUCH more active on tumblr. Seriously. I think I'm watching everyone I know of here on tumblr... send me your url if you want me to follow you. (Course, I'll have to like what you're posting, as well, but... ;]) So I decided I'm just not going to finish NaNo. I'm sorry guys, I know I'm a disappointing failure, but I've just had too many mental breakdowns, restarts, and not enough confidence in myself to pull it together in the next nine days. I do have a solid plan for GDS, however. It's quite enthralling, really. BUT. I would like your opi

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beatlelover

Nov 8, 2011

Hohum.

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So... I'm definitely more active on Tumblr. This site is getting almost obscure in my mind. I swear, I will eventually get around to writing and posting here. It's just not on the top of my list. You know what's at the top of my list? Not feeling like absolute crap, and actually feeling happy more often. Thankfully, that happens when I'm around friends. So before I pass out right here on the keyboard, I'm going to click through my iPod and do this thingy that Lyn tagged me for. 1. Put your iTunes on shuffle (Or Mp3 Player, or whatever you use) 2. When you get your song title, add "in my pants" after the song. YOU MUST WRITE IT NO MATTER

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Sep 27, 2011

Nothing.

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There's nothin' else I can say~ Yep. I just wanted you all to know that I do plan on writing, buuuuuut I don't know if I want to post the chapters here, because it involves sensitive subjects that one or more of you may actually not be capable of dealing with and still like my writings. D: It involves sexuality, violence, LOTS of cursing... I could go on about how offensive it all is, but hey. I don't even know if anyone reads these, or if those who do actually cares. Soooo... I may blow the dust off my old LiveJournal account, or make a whole new one, I don't know. If anyone still wants to read it, even after I've said how awful I'm thinki