Blackbird Singing in the Dead of Night

Once upon a midnight dreary, while John pondered weak and weary,Thinking of his budgie Jeffrey, who had gone before—As he nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,As of someone gently rapping, rapping at his chamber door.“Tis some visitor,” he muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—Only this, and nothing more.” Then distinctly John remembered that [...]

In an Octopus’s Garden

George downshifted the ’64 Chevy Impala and revved the engine. “Damn, this car has some muscle!” he exclaimed giddily as he sped down US Rte. 41 towards the Everglades. “I wish you would put down the convertible top,” Ringo groused from the back seat. “I can’t see very much out of this side window.” John [...]

Leave my Kitten Alone!

John Lennon stepped through the front door of his Aunt Mimi’s beach house in Sandybanks, rested his suitcase on the floor, and slipped off his coat. His eyes immediately fell on the ginger cat sleeping peacefully on the most comfortable chair in Mimi’s sunlit parlor. Mimi rushed to the door to greet her nephew. “You’re [...]

Behind a Wall of Illusion

“Bullocks, would you tell that cameraman to fuck off?” George Harrison cursed under his breath. He threw an angry look at the man aiming his movie camera at the Beatles as they huddled in the back corner of the Twickenham Film Studio. “I thought you already did,” John Lennon replied testily. “I did, but nobody [...]

She’s so Good Looking, but She Looks like a Man

“C’mon, John, lighten up!” Paul urged his friend. He punched John’s shoulder playfully and smiled. “Just because our gig in Hamburg ended badly, that doesn’t mean we’re never going to perform on a stage again.” John hung his head and made no response, but continued walking down Slater Street alongside Paul to meet their manager [...]

I’ll Get You in the End!

March 29, 1964 Holly Short emerged from the shuttle port and closed the camouflaged door behind her. She stepped behind a large oak tree and pushed the communications button on her helmet. “I’ve arrived at my destination, Foaly,” she spoke into her mic. “I see the castle right in front of me. Any further instructions [...]

The Art of Dying

“We’re almost there,” Eleanor said, squeezing Chidi’s hand. “I hope this Mindy St. Claire person lets us stay.” “Janet said she would,” Chidi assured her. He tossed a quick look out the train window, then looked back at Eleanor and offered her a nervous smile. “But can we trust Janet?” argued Tahani. “This could be [...]

1967

O’Brien focused his dead, soulless eyes at Winston. “You’re lying,” he stated in a cold, even voice. Winston fidgeted in his chair, trying not to sweat. He closed his eyes briefly, then summoned all the courage he could muster and met his inquisitor’s gaze. “Actually, no, sir, I wasn’t. I’ve become quite the expert at [...]

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