My Racing Thoughts
"Georgie Porgie puddin' an' pie, kissed all the girls an' made 'em cry,
But when the boys came out to play, Georgie Porgie ran away."
Tehe, my dad used to say that a lot so I put it there because its uber cute :D (Im hyper today!!!!)
This is my George-> and You story, like Words of Love, Little Willow, and How Blind Can One Man Be? Its written in first person for my ease...
I hope you guys like it! It might take a while to post 'cuz I'm kinda busy this upcoming week.
Ende :D
~Shred
I sat there staring up at the bushes, listening to my shallow breathing as I laid back and let the autumn air kiss my rosy pink cheeks.
Gone, The world whispered around me. And you're left behind.
Mum and dad... their love... Gone... for another.
It felt ridiculous, being jealous over the new baby. Being seven and losing your parents to another... one you'd never asked for. Losing the two people who didn't tease you and bully you. The two people who comforted you when you had a boo-boo and kissed away your tears.
My heart cries out for loving... I sighed, closing my eyes to the world.
But there was that wailing inside, the one keeing me up all night. It was high pitched and louder than heII.
It was haunting, haunting and cruel and echoing in my mind over and over again. It was like a paper cut with hand sanitizer in it, it stung.
"Shut up!" I scream clutching my head and tossing violently onto my stomach.
Make it stop, God please make it stop!
"Alright?" I look up suddenly, greeted by no one, chin in the palms of my hands.
I looked around but I could see no one, save the rustling of the bushes infront of me. The big green towering bushes...
They were a wall, keeping all the pain inside and letting the world see nothing outside. They were as dangerous as they were safe...
"Hey, are you alright?" The voice asks again.
"Yeah?" I get up and try to move the rustling to see someone on the other side.
"God." He laughs, a sweet sound to the screaming and crying inside the house... like peace on the battle field.
I smile, he had quiffed brown hair and darker brown eyes, ears peeking out from the sides of his head... they were too big... but cute.
"Do you plan on growing into those?" I ask smiling and pulling leaves off his clothes.
He laughed, "I got plenty o' time. I'm only nine."
I smile wider, "I'm seven."
"I've never seen you around here 'fore. Are you new?" He asks smiling and ruffling the hair on the back of his head to get the leaves out.
He'd tried climbing through them? To see me?
"No. I've never seen the other side of those bushes, this is the first time. Mummy and daddy don't let me out here." I say shrugging, thinking less than nothing of it.
His eyes go wide. "Really?"
I smile and shrug again, "Yeah. They say the world hurts too much."
His face goes back to a solid somber look, not emotionless or sad but... calm. Peaceful.
And a loud wail and crash comes from behind the bushes.
"What's going on in there?" His voice is hard and his g's are very distinct... its cute... like those ears of his.
I smile thinking through his presence, long black slacks and a button up white shirt, a bright blue tie and scuffed up looking black dress shoes.
"My baby brother just came home." I look over him, he was skeptically watching the bushes and paying no attention to me.
"Oh." He nods looking back to me.
Another loud crash and the door slams into the side of the house. "(Your Name) !!!"
I feel my jaws drop, eyes going wide in panic. What would they do if they found out I was on the other side?!
"I gotta go!" I say jumping through the bushes that seperated two worlds, mine and his.
"George Harold Harrison!" A voice screeched.
"George..." I smile, darting across the lawn and into the house.
"Where on Earth have you been?!" Daddy yells, hands clenched by his sides and face red in fury.
"Outside." I rock back and forth on my feet, trying to look innocent.
"I looked everywhere for you and you were nowhere to be seen." he growls, getting lower and in my face.
"I was out there laying under the bush daddy, open your eyes next time." I say watching his face turn purple and seethe in anger.
And then his hands grab my shirt and toss me aside like I weigh nothing.
My head is pounding and my arm stings and daddy just leaves me there, walking out to help mummy with the screaming baby that was tearing us all apart.
So I start to cry, cry hard and long and grasp that bleeding slice in my arm waiting for someone to notice me. No one does, daddy and mummy come and go and ignore me with every venture to the kitchen and I don't move. Not at all.
But eventually I do fall asleep.
A deep cold hard sleep in a small pool of my own blood...
How comforting.
Gone, The world whispered around me. And you're left behind.
Mum and dad... their love... Gone... for another.
It felt ridiculous, being jealous over the new baby. Being seven and losing your parents to another... one you'd never asked for. Losing the two people who didn't tease you and bully you. The two people who comforted you when you had a boo-boo and kissed away your tears.
My heart cries out for loving... I sighed, closing my eyes to the world.
But there was that wailing inside, the one keeing me up all night. It was high pitched and louder than heII.
It was haunting, haunting and cruel and echoing in my mind over and over again. It was like a paper cut with hand sanitizer in it, it stung.
"Shut up!" I scream clutching my head and tossing violently onto my stomach.
Make it stop, God please make it stop!
"Alright?" I look up suddenly, greeted by no one, chin in the palms of my hands.
I looked around but I could see no one, save the rustling of the bushes infront of me. The big green towering bushes...
They were a wall, keeping all the pain inside and letting the world see nothing outside. They were as dangerous as they were safe...
"Hey, are you alright?" The voice asks again.
"Yeah?" I get up and try to move the rustling to see someone on the other side.
"God." He laughs, a sweet sound to the screaming and crying inside the house... like peace on the battle field.
I smile, he had quiffed brown hair and darker brown eyes, ears peeking out from the sides of his head... they were too big... but cute.
"Do you plan on growing into those?" I ask smiling and pulling leaves off his clothes.
He laughed, "I got plenty o' time. I'm only nine."
I smile wider, "I'm seven."
"I've never seen you around here 'fore. Are you new?" He asks smiling and ruffling the hair on the back of his head to get the leaves out.
He'd tried climbing through them? To see me?
"No. I've never seen the other side of those bushes, this is the first time. Mummy and daddy don't let me out here." I say shrugging, thinking less than nothing of it.
His eyes go wide. "Really?"
I smile and shrug again, "Yeah. They say the world hurts too much."
His face goes back to a solid somber look, not emotionless or sad but... calm. Peaceful.
And a loud wail and crash comes from behind the bushes.
"What's going on in there?" His voice is hard and his g's are very distinct... its cute... like those ears of his.
I smile thinking through his presence, long black slacks and a button up white shirt, a bright blue tie and scuffed up looking black dress shoes.
"My baby brother just came home." I look over him, he was skeptically watching the bushes and paying no attention to me.
"Oh." He nods looking back to me.
Another loud crash and the door slams into the side of the house. "(Your Name) !!!"
I feel my jaws drop, eyes going wide in panic. What would they do if they found out I was on the other side?!
"I gotta go!" I say jumping through the bushes that seperated two worlds, mine and his.
"George Harold Harrison!" A voice screeched.
"George..." I smile, darting across the lawn and into the house.
"Where on Earth have you been?!" Daddy yells, hands clenched by his sides and face red in fury.
"Outside." I rock back and forth on my feet, trying to look innocent.
"I looked everywhere for you and you were nowhere to be seen." he growls, getting lower and in my face.
"I was out there laying under the bush daddy, open your eyes next time." I say watching his face turn purple and seethe in anger.
And then his hands grab my shirt and toss me aside like I weigh nothing.
My head is pounding and my arm stings and daddy just leaves me there, walking out to help mummy with the screaming baby that was tearing us all apart.
So I start to cry, cry hard and long and grasp that bleeding slice in my arm waiting for someone to notice me. No one does, daddy and mummy come and go and ignore me with every venture to the kitchen and I don't move. Not at all.
But eventually I do fall asleep.
A deep cold hard sleep in a small pool of my own blood...
How comforting.
46 Comments
OH my f'ing god that was reeeeeally good. Jeez, I wish I could write like you!!
Keep going!! xD
--Victoria :)
haha im not that good XD
Are you kidding me?!
You're amazing!!
I write like crap compared to you! :)
Im really not though, i honestly feel like my writing is smut compared to some peoples.... maybe its just me but all i feel like i can do is improve....
listen to me: You. Are. Very. Very. Good.
MY writing is such crap!!
I really think you should become an author :)
Have faith in yourself dearest. Dont put yourself down, its not worth the pessimism.
and GOD you sound lik my step father. its called fanfiction i have never once written anything that is anything OTHER than fanfiction (besides school papers and poetry) and if i did im POSITIVE it was shite... if I were to publish anything it would be a book of my eclectic poetry and it would be like A Spaniard In The Works or In His Own Write... i only write fanfiction luv. hate to break it to you.
But really!
All my writing is good for is essays and papers! And I hate working!!
So what? Publish it!! x3
I'llr ead it!! :)
ARE YOU KIDDING?! wanna switch because my essays are shite! and I dont because who needs to hear my insane ramblings? who wants to hear about bunnies eating suitcases and walls having ears? do you really need to know what the jester and the leopard do? because its not what you think...
Essays are so blah!
ANd my best writing is my complaint letters! xD
I wanna be able to write really well about bunnies eating suitcases!
I can but it's more like, "THe rabbit went up to the suitcase and ate it. The end." xD
Serioulsy. You're AMAZING!
well, i need to pass my classes this year whether essays blow or not. and its really weird though, bunnies and suitcases... i forget the title of it.... it was like... Pax Hominem.... and well if your serious I guess I can accept ONE compliment... but NEVER again, tell me it blows next time... give me creative criticism or something...
Grrr dont mmake me mad... I'm not trying to butter you up-- this is reeeeeally good!!
Screw school! It's really good!
My parents make me keep my grades up, so that's probably why im so strong with essays... :P
my parents tell me to do good but i dont care what they think, they carnt live my life for me, its my life so hop off! and i know, its called sarcasm luv. relax! :D
wow, youre so good!!! great story!! :)
im not that good i just have a lot of free time XD
haha that's good too :)
depends on which end your on...
haha I guess so, sometimes I wish I had more! :)
btw: OMG!!!! this is totally my favorite out of the four!!!! :) Love itttt!!!
thanks :D i think this was my favourite to write because george is just so.... clean... and cute this and the new one shot I put up about paul and linda are probably my current master peices.
but sometimes i wish I had less free time, it gets boring doing the same stuff all the time and my mind wanders too much...
very interesting :) basically I luvvvved it!!!! cant wait for the next chapter!! :)
thanks :D itll be up within the next day or two... possibly tonight...
OMGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!! awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww oooooooo they like each other yay, cant wait for the next chapter!!! :)
if you read up to seven, its over... theres nothing more :/
Just read thee above chapters. This shouldn't quite end yet.. Resume. This stories plot is quite expressionaly thriller associating beatle spirit.
.. Thee images are also much likeable. Resume on.
hahaha thanks ill think about it and if i do ill add to all the other stories like this too :D
Great and neat.
yay!!! you added to it! :)
for you guys (the best readers evahhhh)
aww thanks. we only read it cuz its the best writer ever! :)
sorry, you must get sick of people saying that.....including me!
i dont get sick of it but it makes me feel like everytime i hear it people expect more of me and i cant always give more, this is the best i can give. you know?
yeah, I get whatcha mean. :( can be tough......but that's alright......what youre giving now is good! :)
in a month (tops) ill be washed up and everyone wont think that.... just saying.
ah...don't say that!
wel?! it'll be true! with everything i'm writing it i'll give myself another two weeks before i fall flat XD
true, you are writing a lot right now.....but it's still all gonna be good!
glad someone has faith in me!!!
shred- stop putting urself down. You do good okay? Take pride in ur work, and don't reply 'i'm not that good.' :)
m o though, if i keep telling myself that and look for error i try harder to get it to be better than the last. dont you want it to be that way?
OMG yayayyayayyaay this is getting better cant wait for the next chapter!!! :)
itll be up soon, hopefully today since its a snow day here -_- i hate snow
well yeah but still u need to at least like wat u write.
what makes you think i dont like it???
i love everything i write, somethings more than others but thats understandable...
i was reading trippy_hippie and ur conversation and ur tone sounded like it. Srry.
no, hahaha i love what i do. its like saying john and paul hated eachother! all i was saying was that i need to get my grades up and writing fanfic desnt do that, it doesnt men i dont love writing it! (because i do