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Post by RubyTuesday on Jun 25, 2005 21:23:32 GMT -5
Wow. This. Story. Kicks. Serious. Angst. Ass.
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Post by lookingthroughyou on Jun 26, 2005 9:05:42 GMT -5
XD Yay!
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Post by me on Jun 26, 2005 13:08:16 GMT -5
I'm gonna kick Paul's death butt if he takes those pills!!!
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Post by Icee on Jun 26, 2005 21:11:38 GMT -5
"It's a bit cold out, innit?" George said, rubbing his hands together, creating heat from the friction.
Ringo turned to him, breathing into his hands.
"Goin' in then?" George asked.
Ringo opened turned the handle, walking into the room.
"Where is 'e?" Ringo asked, circling the room.
"Maybe he's in the shower or somethin'. We better not disturb him" George said, taking his coat off, and gently placing it on the couch.
"No, we came all the fuckin' way to see him, we'll see him" Ringo growled, marching towards the bathroom, and ripping open the door.
"Oh fuck" Ringo mumbled, before dropping to the ground, with his back against the wall.
"What is it?" George asked, stunned.
"Oh fuck" Ringo repeated, his head fell into his hands on his knee's.
"Ringo, what the fuck is wrong?" George yelled, almost too frightened to move.
"Paul" Ringo could barely talk as tears dropped to the ground faster than ever.
George immediately began running over to him.
He turned in the doorway to see inside, and there was Paul. Laying motionless on the floor. A bottle that was filled with tablets now lies empty next to his cold, blue body.
"Oh fuck" George sobbed.
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Post by lookingthroughyou on Jun 26, 2005 21:17:56 GMT -5
George stumbled to the phone. Picking up the reciever with weak hands, his tears fell onto the dial as his fingers found John’s number.
“What?” He heard John’s voice. He sobbed into the phone. “George? Is that you?” asked John’s voice, bemused. “What the fuck?”
“P-paul, John. Paul. He’s-he’s..” With that George collapsed into tears. More urgently now, John asked, “No, George. What happened?”
“He’s..He’s..He’s dead. He’s fucking…” A sob was heard, and a piercing dial tone. John dropped the phone and looked down, to see shaking hands.
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Post by RubyTuesday on Jun 26, 2005 21:20:17 GMT -5
NOOOOOOOOOO!  PAULIE!!! I feel so bad for the others! -cries- He can't be dead!!! |
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Post by Sgt.Honeypie on Jun 26, 2005 21:22:39 GMT -5
 NOOOOOOO! [/starwars] amazing guys, but Paul |
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Post by Icee on Jun 26, 2005 21:24:17 GMT -5
John stepped backwards into the wall, his mouth and eyes gaping open. He didn't know what to say, he just stood there.
"What the fuck" John mumbled as he also collapsed to the ground, sobbing.
"What is it?" Cyn came running in from the kitchen.
"It's Paul Cyn, IT'S FUCKING PAUL" John screamed at her, clenching his fists. She stepped back.
"HE'S FUCKING DEAD" He screamed, throwing a punch at her, missing he flew forward into the wall.
She ran to him, leaning by his side and running her fingers through his hair.
"I've....I've got to call Jane" She said, running off.
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Post by lookingthroughyou on Jun 26, 2005 21:29:53 GMT -5
As John lay against the wall, staring into oblivion, Cyn ran to the phone, dialing hurriedly.
“Jane?”
“Cyn is that you? What’s up?” she said, confused.
“George just called. I-I..Jane..”
“What happened? Is Pattie pregnant or something?”
Cynthia chuckled, but there was no mirth in her voice.
“Jane..Paul. He’s..He’s dead.”
A gasp was heard from the other end. “No..No..no..” Cynthia heard another gasp, and sobbing begin abruptly. The line went dead.
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Post by Sgt.Honeypie on Jun 26, 2005 21:33:07 GMT -5
this is so sad |
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Post by Icee on Jun 26, 2005 21:36:02 GMT -5
Jane threw her jacket on, grabbed her hand bag and ran out of her house.
"This has got to be a fucking joke" She cried whilst running with all her might.
People stared at her, as she continued running without stopping.
Finally, she was on his street. There were no loud noises of crying fans, so obviously it was some sort of cruel joke..but she continued pacing slowly now, she was running out of breath.
As she got closer, flashing blue and red lights became visible. "Oh fuck" She said, grabbing hold of a fence of a nearby house, and breathing in deeply.
Paul was dead, and she was pregnant with his unborn child. Now she regretted everything, she loved him. And she never told him.
The End.
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Post by Sgt.Honeypie on Jun 26, 2005 21:42:10 GMT -5
amazing guys1 But so very sad... but amazing. Good work
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Post by me on Jun 27, 2005 3:08:09 GMT -5
Liv and Sarah...thank you so much for this great story. You girls....wow. This story was so good. Paul .....
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<--- By Ciara
PAULIE!!! I feel so bad for the others!
