GO BACK IN TIME with Ringo11: story of the century!!
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GREAT BIG BUMP!!
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Wow this forum has been busy! Bump!
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Bumps for all
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wow. WOW! You know, I never thought I'd come back to find all these bumps and things here. I've been filling in visa applications and things (the thing I hate most in life is organising things - I'm just no good at it)... excuses excuses. Actually, the reason I haven't written any more is because the bit I'm stuck at requires something nasty before I can write it: research. YUK! lol I'll get there. In the mean time I suppose you all might as well just get closer to that bit, and I'll just hope I don't have to go back and make any changes. I just want to get to a bit where I can stick in the good bit I've got lined up! It's lovely to see you're all still so interested. I sort of thought that after all this time I've been neglecting my responsibilities that you would loose interest, but I can see how wrong I was So fingers crossed that I never need to go back and tweak this next bit, but I'm gopnna let you have it now cos you've all been so patient BTW M'Lady, I haven't decided whether to end or to keep going after March, but I'd rather keep it going. It'll have to be less often (it seems it has already come to that now) but I don't want it to stop. Thanks for your support through this boring time of my life ] At least while I'm sitting at a desk I can ponder about my writing. I've been working on my screenplay recently too. Well, here's the next bit. Enjoy!
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SIXTY-FIFTH INSTALMENT You open you eyes when a lovely feeling brings you to your senses. As the world comes into focus you see the youthful lad beside you, stroking your hair gently and watching you come out of your deep sleep. ?Good morning,? he says softly. You take a deep breath and smile from ear to ear. ?I had a dream about you,? you tell him. ?It was lovely.? ?Dare I ask what happened?? You shake your head and dig your hand out from under the covers to tap the side of your nose. He flashes his teeth in a wide smile. ?I see,? he says. On this note, he wriggles out of the covers and playfully climbs over you to get out of bed. He gasps at the cold, and whips off his top in a moment, dashing round his little room to find something warm to put on. You?re not in a hurry for him to cover up that creamy white skin as you lie there quietly watching him from the bed. Once he?s found a shirt and jersey he struggles out of his pyjama pants, almost falling flat on his face, and forces his legs into his nice narrow trousers. Then he stands looking at you for a moment, and suddenly dives back on the bed, nearly squashing you. ?You coming then?? he asks. ?Where?? ?To the museum! Your idea,? he reminds you. ?Oh yeah. I?m coming? I can?t with you on me though, can I.? ?No, I don?t suppose you can.? He doesn?t budge. ?Alright then, I?ll stay here where it?s warm if you like,? you say. He still doesn?t move. So you struggle a hand free and reach up and ruffle his hair. ?Hey!? he says, grabbing your wrist and pinning it to the pillow. ?You asked for it,? you tell him. ?Why aren?t you getting up?? he asks with a grin. ?Because there?s some great heffalump pinning me down.? ?I can?t see anyone.? ?He?s invisible. If you could see him, he?d look just like a walrus,? you make a private joke. ?You saying I?ve got big teeth then?? ?Absolutely.? Still gripping your wrist, he holds it up and makes to bite your fingers. You wriggle out of his grip and manage to shove him off you and get out of bed. ?Oh, you?re up. Good afternoon,? he says, and darts off out of the room. You shake your head. Playful sod. He must be in a hell of a good mood today. You change into your clothes for the day as quickly as you can so you don?t get pneumonia, and after a quick bath, head off down the stairs to see where he?s got to. Trying to flatten your hair with your hand as you walk into the kitchen, you are greeted by a chair pulled out, ready to sit in, with toast, marmalade, and a cup of tea waiting for your consumption. Sitting across the table is a messy-haired lad sipping tea and munching on toast of his own. ?Hurry up then. Don?t want to miss the bus now do we?? he says as you sit down. ?When is it?? ?Not for another hour, but I know you.? You stick your tongue out at him and he pulls a disgusted face at it. You can?t help laughing at him. ?Ready to tell me about your dream yet?? he asks. ?You?ve got me curious now, about this mysterious fantasy of yours.? ?It wasn?t a fantasy and it wasn?t mysterious,? you tell him firmly. ?So you won?t mind telling me then.? ?Not going to happen,? you say, and pretend to focus all your concentration on your breakfast. ?Fine then. I won?t tell you where we?re going today. See if I care,? he teases. ?I know where we?re going,? you reply, ?the museum!? ?That?s what you think.? ?Oh okay. Where then?? He raises his eyebrows and taps the side of his nose.
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Wow, and to think I was going to go off and do my holiday jobs without bothering to check this THANKS RINGO!!!!
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I was just going to go to bed....and then THIS! Thanks Ringo (I guess I´ll have some wonderful dreams tonight )
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I was in bed, and remembered I had to E-mail something to someone and decided to check on this... Thanks Ringo!
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Thank you! Now I can get thru the day!!! It's a great story! I LOVE IT!
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It's getting a bit too close to the bottom here, so BUMP!
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Ooh, glad I checked this before class today...it won't be so bad now I've had something nice to read this morning. Thanks, Ringo! Here's a well-deserved Bump!
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Bump again, even tho this is only towards the middle of the page!
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Hello, my name is BBC, and I am a Bump addict. (it was only at the middle of the page again) Yaay for time with Paulie in 1959!
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Still only in the middle of the page, but like BBC Macca Fan, I am a bump addict, so......BUMPBUMPBUMPBUMPBUMP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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BBC Macca Fan:
Hello, my name is BBC, and I am a Bump addict. (it was only at the middle of the page again) Yaay for time with Paulie in 1959!
YAY!! bumpity bump!
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beatlegirl7260:
BBC Macca Fan:
Hello, my name is BBC, and I am a Bump addict. (it was only at the middle of the page again) Yaay for time with Paulie in 1959!
YAY!! bumpity bump!
Bump again!
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bumpity-bump (I'm a bump addict too... ops: )
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a million BUMPS from the Library!
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How many times can we BUMP in one day?! Bumpity bump bump bump!