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July 19, 2007


Remember the Beatles? John, Paul, George & Ringo? The Fab Four?

In that case, you better Google them because today's theme requires that you use at least three of their song titles within your story.

Oh, and you can't reference the Beatles. That'd be way too easy.

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Stacy: All You Need Is Love?

“You know what, John? I am tired. Tired of this stupid relationship. It is not the magical mystery tour you seem to think it is, and I want out.”

“Babe, come on… we can work it out. Can’t we?”

“No, John, I have seriously had it. You go out every night, I never know where you are or who you’re with. And now… this. What am I supposed to think about this? Those shoes do not match that dress. And that hat, I swear, John. Your mother should know you’re raiding her closet.”

John sighed resignedly and removed his wig.

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Dave: Devil in Her Heart

It was just yesterday.  Or the night beforeI saw her standing there at the party.  Misery welled up.  I walked over, tried to act naturally as I asked, "Do you want to know a secret?"

She looked me over, and snorted.  "Don't bother me."

"It won't be long."  I glanced around us.  "Noisy here.  There's a place --"

The girl shook her head.  "Boys," she said to another girl

"Tell me why."  I waited. "I need you."

No reply.

"I'll cry instead. I don't want to spoil the party."

"Cry, baby.  Cry."

"I want to tell you --"

"Good. Night."

And that, clearly, was the end.

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David: [I can't think of a good title. Suggest some.]

Everybody’s got something to hide except for me and my monkey.

Yesterday, I needed some help from a paperback writer friend of mine. “Do you want to know a secret? I was walking down Abbey Road when I saw her standing there: Eleanor Rigby. And I love her. I told myself, ‘All I’ve got to do is talk to her.’ ‘Good day, Sunshine,’ I said. ‘I want to hold your hand.’ But I should have known better.”

He told me, “Honey honey, take a chance on me. Mamma mia, Fernando, I’m a dancing queen. Voulez vous?”

I had no idea.

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Ted: Good Day Sunshine

"You're Going to Lose That Girl" said the thug outside.

"That'll Be the Day," I snarled.

"Don't Let Me Down! You Know What to Do!" the Woman Shout-ed.

"Teddy Boy, That's All Right, To Know Her is to Love Her. With a Little Help From My Friends, This Boy knows What You're Doing." The fourth thug, a kid, held up a mirror.

"I've Just Seen a Face," he murmured.

"I Remember You, and now I Call Your Name!"

In Spite of All the Danger, I exploded the boy and his mirror. The others I shot.

Happiness is a Warm Gun

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Jeff R.: Loophole

It was before your time, almost before mine. Your grandfather was courting your grandmother, and being an old-fashoned guy, he was at her window near every night serenading his little heart out.

This particular night, he caught his pant leg on a nail, and it pulled clean off, leaving him down to his underwear, but she was expecting him, so he sang anyhow. And that's when the new security lights flashed on.

Now, try and imagine-and I know it don't come easy, what he must have looked like all those years ago, singing those silly love songs in his skivvies.

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Michele: I'll Follow The Sun

One morning she alighted
upon his windowsill
"I saw her standing there,
and my heart stood still"

She had wings of woven silk
a beauty sharp as pain
she made him feel melancholy
like september in the rain

She flew off and he followed
but soon he was alone
a huntsman watching mocked,
"looks like this bird has flown."

he walked across the universe
a lonely, nowhere man
calling to his faerie love
"i want to hold your hand"

one night she whispered in his dream
"please do not despair"
for a faerie always is
here there and everywhere

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