GO BACK IN TIME with Ringo11: story of the century!!
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BBC Macca Fan:
Ringo11:
sweet dreams! and keep those moods coming
Oh, no worries there. ops: Glad your finals are over...I have one more to go, plus a final paper I am (still) editing and really, really sick of seeing by now. Oh my, this thread has put me right in a mood again. ops: And I'm seeing Paul in a week, so the more reasons to freak the better I think (seriously I'm pathetic but he's sooo worth it). One of my exams was astronomy...now how is a girl supposed to study about Venus and Mars when all she can think about is the song?! But that exam is over, and only one more final and then the GRE to take, and then PAUL! I will so have earned it. And I hope he'll do a second leg in the US, but I'm not so sure he will...and then he'll be in Europe for summer. (crosses fingers he'll go to Australia/New Zealand soon for Ringo11 and others ) Gotta love our Paulie, no matter what year we are talking about. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go have those sweet dreams you mentioned.
oooh, you lucky thing! i'll be in europe in summer too, so if he does come to new zealand i, ironically, won't be here : unless of course he comes in feburary (i wish!) good luck for the rest of your finals (or am i too late?) i'm sure you'll do well anyway
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You put your hand on his warm cheek and kiss him on the forehead. He puts his arm around you and holds you close. on his forehead : : : ops: if he is looking at me, like he does in my signature, I certainly have to take a very cold bath ops: ops: or it won´t end with a kiss on his forehead ops: great, superb story
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meggz:
Woo! thanks Ringo! Brilliant! BTW there is a big John Lennon special at 8:30pm on prime, Tuesday 6th! I'm taping it
thanks for letting me know!! i'll tape it too, if my family will let me use the recorder. i just hope i'm home on time! sorry i didn't see your reply yesterday ops:
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HoneyPie59:
You put your hand on his warm cheek and kiss him on the forehead. He puts his arm around you and holds you close. on his forehead : : : ops: if he is looking at me, like he does in my signature, I certainly have to take a very cold bath ops: ops: or it won´t end with a kiss on his forehead ops: great, superb story
lmao!!!
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Ringo11 you're an amazing writer!!! I came by this site checking dates for a speech I was giving on "the man" and found your story. Fab, dahling! Just wonderful. Thanks for sharing it with us. I think I'm going to stick around!
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thanks ringo!
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Aww, thanks, Ringo11! I haven't been online in a few days, but I knew there would be another installment. I don't know how, I just knew. And I'm glad I was right. (sigh) Such a great story, Ringo11...you rock!
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Pre-Christmas bump!
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Distractions_in_his_Eyes:
Ringo11 you're an amazing writer!!! I came by this site checking dates for a speech I was giving on "the man" and found your story. Fab, dahling! Just wonderful. Thanks for sharing it with us. I think I'm going to stick around!
thanks so much for your encouragement. you know, i've been feeling lately as though i've been going through a bit of a word-drought. i dunno why it feels like that, i just don't seem to be able to get the feeling of my writing right at the moment. but i'm back into terry pratchett (my favourite author by miles) and with your kind words i'm sure i can find it in me to get back in behind my keyboard. actually, i've taken a step backwards as far as the keyboard is concerned. i had to give up my lap top. it was never really mine, and i always knew i would have to give it back, but no matter how prepared you are for losing a friend, it always hurts. so i'm back on a desk top PC and it's an old and very slow one, and took me ages to get working, with much frustration and cursing. i managed to resist throwing it out my second floor window for just long enough to get it running well enough to be back in contact with the world, and, well, here i am! on a 6 year old computer, but i'm here. and i'll be writing in all my spare time. so there. and bump
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WOW! I just started reading this story the other day, and I must say....MY EYES HURT!!! lol. This is a great story!! More Please!! BUMP
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Wingspan91089:
WOW! I just started reading this story the other day, and I must say....MY EYES HURT!!! lol. This is a great story!! More Please!! BUMP
well, it's taken me more than two years to write, on and off (has it really been that long?) so i'm not surprised your eyes hurt! it must be odd to read from start to now (i won't say finish, because it hasn't) because the whole thing evolves on the way through. i was amazed when i read the first few chapters (no upper case letters for a start) at how different my writing was then. if i had a publisher i'm sure they would insist on a heck of a lot of editing. i would do it myself, but this thing is the lenght of a novel now!
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I think it's a great story, Ringo!!
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I read about 2% of r-11.., interesting.
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A Christmassy bump!
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Wow, silly me was expecting another update of this aweeeeesome fic for ChristmaHanuKwanzaaKah
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merry christmas to all and here is a special, christmas edition of Go Back in Time to 1959 (actually, it has always been just the 64th installment, it just so happens that it is pretty special and as luck would have it, is the next one you get to read, and it just happend to fall on or about christmas. so there you go.)
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SIXTY-FORTH INSTALMENT You?re walking along a street in the dappled sunlight filtering through the green trees leaning their boughs out over the pavement. There is a slight breeze to take the edge off the warm sun, and the sounds of the city are all around you. Cars drive past in a steady stream, and you pass people in optimistic groups or walking alone, all seemingly in a good, sunny day mood. You come to a wrought iron fence that divides a paved yard from the street. Beyond the yard are steps leading up to a door, windows on either side. There is a tree in the yard which provides shade for the parked cars of the visitors to the two storied building. The small wall on which the iron fence sits is covered in graffiti, you notice, as you wander past taking in the lovely summer air in one large lungful after another. You stop in the shade of the tree to watch a group of tourists attempt to stand in the middle of the street to take a photo looking down the road. They prance around, walking on the black and white stripped crossing over and over, each taking turns with the camera and trying not to hold up too much traffic. You smile to yourself. Eventually they are satisfied, and chatting loudly, disappear round the corner out of sight. You stand for a while, as though waiting for something. You don?t seem to have anywhere in particular to be, and you are enjoying people-watching from your spot in the shade, leaning against the wall. They come and go, some in suits looking hot and in a hurry, some strolling aimlessly. A couple of people glance at you as they enter the gap in the wall you are leaning on and make their way up the steps into the building. You give them a little smile. In the distance you spot a man coming along the road on his own, wearing jeans, sandals and a t-shirt and enjoying the lovely day as much as you are. He seems to be deliberately taking his time getting wherever he?s going. You shut your eyes and take another deep breath as the breeze blows through your hair and a spot of sunlight hits your face through the brilliant green leaves. When you open them again you see the man now crossing the road towards you, and your heart gives a leap. You recognise the laid back walk, the dapper way he looks, even in jeans and a t-shirt, the coloured hair, the kind face. You don?t know what to do with yourself and become almost rooted to the spot. Desperately trying to stay calm, you glance up the road for a moment, and then scratch your head. The man is still approaching you, he?s now on your side of the road and seems to have spotted you leaning there. You try not to stare as he gets nearer and nearer, and then he passes you, giving you a friendly wink, as though he always expects to see people gaping at him on the street. He takes a couple more steps and then stops. Pause. Slowly, he turns his head to glance over his shoulder at you, still firmly stuck in place. He changes direction and approached you again, more slowly this time, and with a quizzical look. He stops walking and you look at him as he opens his mouth to speak to you, but before he can say anything a look of amazement crosses his face. ?My god,? he whispers under his breath, and then more loudly, ?it?s you!? You nod and give a feeble smile, still utterly struck by his presence. ?I never thought I?d see you again!? he exclaims in that lovely accent. ?You haven?t forgotten me then,? you say softly, with a smile. ?You know I never would,? he assures you, moving to stand slightly closer. ?I might be a bit older now, but I couldn?t forget you. You, on the other hand, don?t seem to have aged a day. Literally.? You shrug and smile, and he continues. ?This is amazing! You never let anything slip, did you. I think I knew, somehow. You didn?t need to tell me what was about to happen. Maybe I could see it in your eyes.? ?I couldn?t exactly tell you, could I? Would you have believed me if I had?? ?I honestly don?t know. I?m glad you never did though. It must have been bloody hard. Thank you,? he smiles that lovely smile that you have come to know so well. You shrug. ?You were an obsession, a dream that came true, but the dream was even better in reality. I miss it all, you know.? ?I?ve missed you too,? he says, ?more than you could know.? You both say nothing for a moment, just soaking up each other?s presence at this extraordinary reunion. ?I?m meant to be at work,? he confesses, breaking the magical silence, ?but it?s too nice a day. Follow me and I?ll cancel, and then we can go for a cuppa or something. If you like?? ?That would be great!? you say, getting used to being with him again after his whole life has happened to him. Now you can speak about anything, you don?t have to hide anything from him. ?Come on then,? he says, touching your arm and motioning for you to follow him into the building in front of which you had been standing. You follow him up the steps, taking in the significance of the site, and he stops at a door, poking his head around before opening it fully to speak to the lady inside. ?Hello, how are you?? he asks, making sure he has a small friendly conversation with her before ending with ?Listen, can you tell him I won?t be in today after all? Something else has come up, but I?ll call him later in the week. Okay?? The lady obliges and writes something down. ?Ta,? he says, and gives her a wave as you follow him back out the door and onto the street. The heat hits you again as you get out of the cool building. You and he walk side by side down the road, chatting about what?s still fresh in your memory but is in his distant past. You discuss what?s happened to him in between, and what?s happening in both your lives now. He tells you about his family, and you explain to him how you came to be here in St John?s Wood. He takes you to a little café where you sit outside in the sun and drink long, cool, trendy drinks and chat the lovely day away.