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 [...]

Young Blood, I Can’t Get You Out of My Mind!

Edward Cullen pressed his foot harder against the accelerator of the late-model, ’64 Chevrolet Impala. The engine roared to life, but the enormous car didn’t pick up much speed. “I wish Carlisle had purchased the model with the 425-horsepower, big-block, V8 engine instead of this pathetic Turbo Thrift option,” he whined, twisting his full, pouty [...]

Yes, I’m a Witch

“I just can’t decide between these three shades of blue,” complained Samantha Stephens. She held a trio of swatches from her paint color book against the kitchen wall and squinted, trying to imagine how the entire room would look in each hue. Her mother Endora rolled her eyes. “Why must you act like a foolish [...]

Get Yourself Together Now, and Give me Something Tasty!

Julia Child stared into the camera and announced in her signature warbling voice, “The French Chef welcomes four new kitchen assistants to our set this afternoon!” She pointed her wooden spoon at the quartet of well-dressed young men gathered behind her counter and introduced them to her television audience: “Mr. John Lennon! Mr. Paul McCartney! [...]

Maxwell Wilbur’s Camera

“Max, Ninety-Nine, thank goodness you’re here!” said Chief. He stood up from his chair and reached his hand over his large, mahogany desk to greet the secret agents. “I really appreciate your trudging through the snow for this special assignment.” Ninety-Nine shook Chief’s hand, then took a seat in one of the chairs facing him. [...]

He Said, He Said

John Lennon pulled his cross-body bag off his shoulder and rested it on the floor of the dusty cavern beside his newly purchased camping lantern.  Then he took off his old jean jacket and spread it on the ground beside the lamp. He tried to remember the bartender’s words as he pulled his eight, carefully-selected, [...]

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