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Who needs number titles. :wink: I love ze lovely Madchester playlist I'm a-listening to. Warm fuzzies.

Very short, and where it's ending. It was meant to end in Ciarán's perspective. This is his story, after all. *** Epilogue She pushes through the crowd and steals his anonymity, as the lights around them race faster and faster. His eyes focus on her, losing the sheen of confusion. “I didn’t...

Up already watching Star Wars and Control, and was hit by inspiration so irrelevant to either movie. I had the feeling I should stay up and write this. Didn't know where it was heading then but now I do. There's an epilogue left, about Ciarán. *** Chapter Eighteen. No Love Lost. “You cry out...

Not the last chapter. I lied. 'Flashbacks' are what Ian Curtis got before actual seizures. I was inspired by the weirdest of things. I am sure as hell not copying his life for Ciarán though. First off, this kid ain't epileptic. Or depressed. My equivalent of the plot device of an explosion and...

Lacking inspiration, need pics. 1998's good too though not as helpful. Hell, I'll even take 1997 and early 2000. :angel: and oh dear lord he'd better not have been wearing these glasses the entire year :no:

Things to notice: parallel situations, eyes, names. This was one of the most difficult chapters to write. And I think I've got one or two left. Remember how there was supposed to be someone else Ciarán was heading towards? Oh yeah and ALI. And that ending there. *** Chapter Sixteen. Lights...

Man, this story's gonna be short! :ohmy: There are a bunch of parallels between different characters/situations in this chapter... *** Chapter Fifteen. What I Could See. "Please keep your distance The trail leads to here There's blood on your fingers Brought on by the fear... I tried to...

Bad Lieutenant's a band. I couldn't resist the pun-ness. This is kind of a...weird chapter. And we're almost full circle. *** Chapter Fourteen. Blindness. "Wear your guilt like skin And keep your sins disguised... I walked back inside of me I'd gone back for my youth As I came down the...

Don't trust a ho guy who kills people. Sorry it's short. I haven't been getting enough sleep so writing's a bitch. Unfortunately, once again I know what the epilogue is but the stuff before it is hard. *** Chapter Thirteen. Heaven and Hell. “My lady never told me of her sadness
 Bones...

The time for blatantly obvious has come. I personally really hate writing explanation chapters...ugh. They're not exciting at all. (and Iiii remember when Bono was just called Paul in my writing...:giggle:) Now, to worry about everyone else. Ciarán has places to go, things to do. And if you'd...

I'm stalling from longer chapters. Anyway, Blue is (probably) right. Muahaha. No worries, everything's got an explanation :whistle: and actually...there were several permutations of this plot and the other plots, and this one makes a hell of a lot more sense. And Isaac is definitely still dead...

I've been spurred on by a lot of guitar-y music and guilt over procrastination of many kinds. Still. Why is writing so harddddd. This was a difficult chapter. *** Chapter Ten. Running Away From What You Don’t Understand. I went out riding Down that old eight lane I passed by a thousand signs...

Yeahhh I'm writing a lot at once :) it's because mural painting is so damn tiring! *** Chapter Nine. They Keep Calling Me. lieutenant's house/ mirror events/ leaving It wasn’t until he left that he started being alive again. There were so many points up til now that were like starting...

I should be mural painting. Whatever, I'm tired. *** Chapter Eight. "Oh how I realised how I wanted time Put into perspective, tried so hard to find Just for one moment, thought I'd found my way Destiny unfolded, I watched it slip away" —Joy Division, "Isolation" sound/vision/so this is...

This chapter's all about attachment. Oh, and some awkwardness. Damn you, writing, I sacrificed sleep for you... *** Chapter Seven. The City’s Made Of Light… “I walked through the city limits, Someone talked me in to do it, Attracted by some force within it, Had to close my eyes to get close...

This all just sort of...played out. Out of nowhere. I'd actually have written more but I gotta sleep so I'm not a zombie in Art History tomorrow. *** "Everything will be all right, Tonight No one moves No one talks No one thinks No one walks, Tonight" —Iggy Pop, "Tonight" Chapter Six. I...

This came out way more angsty than I expected. Things are moving forward a bit faster and in a weirder direction than I thought. *** "Wake up strange and take the walk downstairs Hit the pawn up on the corner and pay for my rent You know that I could not believe my own truth Just show them...

Can I say, finally? This chapter was spurred on by some New Order and some very fun conversation. 'So, why would Ciarán go from point A to point B?' 'Oh I don't know, Katie, maybe if he had to?' 'Yeah, that's right.' '...this is kind of weird, brainstorming with myself.' 'Yeah whatever.' ***...

I think it's shite but I'm hard on myself. Well, sometimes. I'm just impatient. I want these beginning chapters to be done. Blue, I'll read your new chapter when it's a more opportune time than midnight :yawn: *** Chapter 3. Ultraviolet. head out of the mud baby/too much and not enough/the...

It's about 5 am right now. I wrote this chapter between 3 and 5...a definite first for me. Things get trippy strange late at night so writing makes a little more sense to me. Next few chapters are an unusual amount of normal and non-angst compared to everything that's ahead. Grace, I promise...

Sorry it's been awhile. I need to do major research for this story to work and am about halfway through U2 At The End Of The World. (You may recognize a bit of the chapter description style from that; I like it, therefore I'm borrowing ideas.) I'm going to try to title every chapter after one...

It's been awhile. I thought my fanfic days had ended. But not so. First thing. This is a U2 fanfic without a U2 song title. Oh my god, apocalypse. Second thing. There's a story before it called Out Of Control that might be a good idea to read first. I don't like having to explain too much but...

:doh: I made the first thread in the wrong forum! (Mods, could you delete it? please? http://www.u2interference.com/forums/f234/picture-request-larry-baggy-pants-you-know-what-i-mean-212189.html#post7338871) Anyways, now hurricane's over for me but distraction's still open for business.

Elevation era, anyone? I'm about to be hurricane'd and need some distraction. In the morning. So maybe there'll be pics by the time the worst is over...:hmm:

That's all, folks. The other chapter felt like an ending, but we needed a live performance. This feels very full-circle to me. *** EPILOGUE December 19, 1987 “Alright, ‘Sheen, you’re sure you’ll be fine with both of them at once?” Ruth looked over at him doubtfully. Oisín looked tired...