Bono Mot said:
What is this word you all speak of? "control" The Anton Corbijn film?
YDW, how 'bout a snippet?!
Mot; you keep on making me think of fanfic when I should be putting my mind into doing something else; like housework, food shopping, cleaning the car....
but you know I have absolutely
NO control once I start thinking about Bono and what I could/should do w/him.
And so here is a snippet from Midnight>>>
(CAUTION; THERE'S A LITTLE SWEARING IN THIS BIT).
He sighs. “You...you ask too mmmmany questions...”
“Well I need to know!” I’m standing up now and I never even realised it. “Who are you, mister? Where are you from? And how did you come to be so messed up that you would have died if I hadn’t found you? Who did this to you?” And I’m pointing to the wounds on his chest. “..and this? Who did this?” And now I’m pointing at the cut just above his eye and then I’m looking at his knuckles that are still sore and bloodied. “.Who did all this?” And I’m angry now. “Well, I have to ask myself what have I let myself in for? Eh? Eh? Fine mess this is...I...”
He shakes his head and cuts me off by waving his big hand and pulling in the deepest breath he can muster, then he shuts me up with three words;
“...Eeeeeenuffff!!....fuck!...fuck!”
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And now a snippet from Christine>>>>
The girl is afraid.
There is nowhere for her to go. Her knees are stinging where she fell on them. They’re bleeding. She knows that they’re bleeding because they’re hot and she can feel the blood running down her legs and the denim of her jeans is sticking to her torn flesh and pulling relentlessly at her wounds.
But that doesn’t matter. Only thing that matters is she has to escape.
And she knows that they are behind her. She knows that at least one of them jumped the roof as she did. She can hear their footsteps behind her. She can feel them coming for her. She knows that if they catch her it will all be over.
And the man who would save her; the man who is so much older then she; the man who had tirelessly striven to melt the ice inside her, was far away; too far away.
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Ok, so now I'm going to do some cleaning.
Maybe whilst I'm dusting the ornaments I might get some inspiration