Author has written 4 stories for Romance, Life, Fantasy, and General.
Hello! Why are you here? I don't mean that in an offensive way, just curious...
I'm Georgia, I'm 14, here's a bit about me...
Saviours - Discontinued. I'm sorry, people who do this annoy me to but I can't find any motivation to write it anymore. If you would like to know the ending I had planned, PM me and I'll reveal it to you.
Happiness Among Insanity - Hiatus. It will be continued but I'm afraid it won't be for a while. In the end, it will only be a very short story.
The Long to do List - Being Worked On. There is a plotline worked out, but if you have any suggestions, let me know.
The Censorship Scam - Unpublished. Will be on the site soon. Currently unsure of length.
“Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the universe.”
"I used to think that anyone doing anything weird was weird. I suddenly realized that anyone doing anything weird wasn't weird at all and it was the people saying they were weird that were weird." --Paul McCartney
"It came in a vision — a man appeared on a flaming pie and said unto them, 'From this day forward you are Beatles with an A.' Thank you Mister Man, they said, thanking him." --John Lennon
"I believe in everything until it's disproved. So I believe in fairies, the myths, dragons. It all exists, even if it's in your mind. Who's to say that dreams and nightmares aren't as real as the here and now?" --John Lennon
“You have to be a bastard to make it, and that’s a fact. And the Beatles are the biggest bastards on Earth.” --John Lennon
"We were the Spice Boys." --George Harrison
"Are you a mod or a rocker?" "Um, no. I'm a mocker." --Ringo Starr
"Reality leaves a lot to the imagination." --John Lennon
"Will all the people in the cheaper seats clap your hands? All the rest of you, if you'll just rattle your jewelry. [At Royal Variety Performance 4th November 1963]" --John Lennon
"What a fucking great band we were" - Paul Mccartney
THE TYGER - WILLIAM BLAKE
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare sieze the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art. Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain? In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? what dread grasp Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears, And watered heaven with their tears, Did he smile his work to see? Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?