it has been a lot this weekend :(

:(I guess theres no coldplay love:bigcry::bigcry::sad:

 

hey laura what program did you use to do your siggy pic:heart:

well, i found the pic online somewhere, and then added the words with picnik, cuz i don't have photoshop. it's free unless you want to use the "PREMIUM PACKAGE" stuff :rolleyes:

 

http://www.picnik.com/app#/home/welcome

 

it takes a while to load up tho :)

awesome story! for some reason the idea of a guy jumping out of a car and yelling "gimme the money, motherfucker" made me burst out laughing :lol:

 

Okay, so I'm not the only one. :lol: It was just so sudden. :laugh3:

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well, i found the pic online somewhere, and then added the words with picnik, cuz i don't have photoshop. it's free unless you want to use the "PREMIUM PACKAGE" stuff :rolleyes:

 

http://www.picnik.com/app#/home/welcome

 

it takes a while to load up tho :)

 

:lol:

 

:facepalm:now I remember you telling me that:D:D

:lol:

Here's the beginning of one for you guys.

It's all about Guy.

 

Chapter 1

 

Guy took off his sunglasses when he entered the non-descript looking office building.

"Thank goodness you are finally here," the receptionist said, with a relieved look on her face.

"Have they been waiting long?" He asked.

"About ten minutes. Mr. Jones is not happy."

 

Guy walked around the desk of the receptionist and opened a door to what appeared to be a small office. Inside the small room was a large steel door. Guy pressed a small button in the center of the door and a keypad slid out. He entered his code and stepped back so that the laser could scan his eyes. A large click announced that the door was sliding open.

 

Guy passed through the door to a long hallway filled with closed doors that led to other offices. He walked to the end of the hallway and entered a large conference room.

He quickly assessed that the situation must be very serious indeed as all the major players were present around the conference table:the Admiral, the General, the First Sea Lord, the Air Marshall, the Prime Minister and Mr. Jones. Guy never was completely sure what or who Mr. Jones really was. He figured that he was probably either the head or the assistant chief of MI6, the British Secret Service. Either way if didn'treally matter. Mr. Jones was the one that had recruited and trained Guy.

 

"Good you are here, Colin." Mr. Jones said. Colin Smithson was the name that Guy had been born with. Everything about Guy was an invention of the special operations unit except for the fact that he had been born in Scotland and he really was a talented bass player. Mr. Jones had recruited Guy when he was only sixteen. And he had made Guy his special project. Mr. Jones taught him everything he knew. He even taught him how the art of pretending to be drunk. Guy had never been intoxicated in his life. But he was an expert at holding the bottle, can or glass and pretending to slug down the alcohol. It gave him a great excuse to disappear for while when he needed to make a report. Guy often wondered how the rest of the band would feel if they knew that most of the ladies Guy went home with were usually just fellow agents making contact. It served the special ops unit well that they had an operative who could move so freely in and out of all manner of countries all around the world. Guy often wondered if his bosses had anything to do with the band being so successful so fast.

 

"We have a serious situation that will require use of shall we say your special talents," Mr. Jones was saying. That caught Guy's attention. Guy was an expert in the use of explosives. During training he had shown an uncanny ability to handle and set even the most delicate of charges. Nitroglycerin, TNT, C-4, plastique and Guy's favorite, fulminate of mercury. That stuff was so powerful and so unstable that you could breathe on a drop the size of a pinhead and destroy an entire room.

 

Guy's whole body was alive now with the prospect of getting to blow something up.

 

"The problem is this. A rebel corps in Greece has intercepted and stolen a truck full of nuclear warheads. The rebels want to use the arms as a means to overthrown the current legal government of Greece. The rebels are transporting the weapons back to their hideout in the White Mountains. We have to stop them before they reach the mountain chain because we cannot pinpoint the exact location of their hideout. However, We do know that they must pass over this large river," Mr. Jones pointed to a map, "And that is where you come in. There is a large concrete dam three miles upstream from this crossing. You take out the

dam. The flood waters takes out the truck convoy and no one knows we were behind it."

 

Guy was studying the map in front of him. He figured that this would be an easy job. He could parachute into the area in the morning, hang around until nightfall, plant the explosives, stay to watch the fireworks and be back in the city in less than twenty-four hours. And then he could collect his large payment for services rendered.

"Okay," he said,"When do I go?"

"Well, there is just one more thing," Mr. Jones said, as he looked around the room at the other men. Guy didn't like the uncertain look on his face.

"What?" he asked.

"We have a trainee operative who has shown remarkable ability in the explosives area and we would like that person to accompany you on this mission and watch you work."

Guy didn't like this. It was always a pain to take a trainee on a mission. But he knew he didn't have any choice.

"Sure," he said. Mr. Jones rang his secretary on the intercom and asked, "Will you send Lt. Anderson in?"

A second later there was a knock on the door. Guy stood up and opened the door. The he turned around and looked back at Mr. Jones.

"Oh no," he said, "Oh hell no."

Lt. Anderson was a gorgeous brunette.

 

:shocked2::shocked2:

:wink3::wink3:

this story is soo good!!Im sucked into this!!

I need ch.2:D:D:D:dance::clap:you are an amazing writer

Im Amy by the way:D

MORE MORE MORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

 

that was AWESOME :stunned:

:lol:it is!!!!

MORE MORE MORE!!!!!!!!:smug:

it's also my word of the day :D

:DAWESOME!!:wacky:

Here's the beginning of one for you guys.

It's all about Guy.

 

Chapter 1

 

Guy took off his sunglasses when he entered the non-descript looking office building.

"Thank goodness you are finally here," the receptionist said, with a relieved look on her face.

"Have they been waiting long?" He asked.

"About ten minutes. Mr. Jones is not happy."

 

Guy walked around the desk of the receptionist and opened a door to what appeared to be a small office. Inside the small room was a large steel door. Guy pressed a small button in the center of the door and a keypad slid out. He entered his code and stepped back so that the laser could scan his eyes. A large click announced that the door was sliding open.

 

Guy passed through the door to a long hallway filled with closed doors that led to other offices. He walked to the end of the hallway and entered a large conference room.

He quickly assessed that the situation must be very serious indeed as all the major players were present around the conference table:the Admiral, the General, the First Sea Lord, the Air Marshall, the Prime Minister and Mr. Jones. Guy never was completely sure what or who Mr. Jones really was. He figured that he was probably either the head or the assistant chief of MI6, the British Secret Service. Either way if didn'treally matter. Mr. Jones was the one that had recruited and trained Guy.

 

"Good you are here, Colin." Mr. Jones said. Colin Smithson was the name that Guy had been born with. Everything about Guy was an invention of the special operations unit except for the fact that he had been born in Scotland and he really was a talented bass player. Mr. Jones had recruited Guy when he was only sixteen. And he had made Guy his special project. Mr. Jones taught him everything he knew. He even taught him how the art of pretending to be drunk. Guy had never been intoxicated in his life. But he was an expert at holding the bottle, can or glass and pretending to slug down the alcohol. It gave him a great excuse to disappear for while when he needed to make a report. Guy often wondered how the rest of the band would feel if they knew that most of the ladies Guy went home with were usually just fellow agents making contact. It served the special ops unit well that they had an operative who could move so freely in and out of all manner of countries all around the world. Guy often wondered if his bosses had anything to do with the band being so successful so fast.

 

"We have a serious situation that will require use of shall we say your special talents," Mr. Jones was saying. That caught Guy's attention. Guy was an expert in the use of explosives. During training he had shown an uncanny ability to handle and set even the most delicate of charges. Nitroglycerin, TNT, C-4, plastique and Guy's favorite, fulminate of mercury. That stuff was so powerful and so unstable that you could breathe on a drop the size of a pinhead and destroy an entire room.

 

Guy's whole body was alive now with the prospect of getting to blow something up.

 

"The problem is this. A rebel corps in Greece has intercepted and stolen a truck full of nuclear warheads. The rebels want to use the arms as a means to overthrown the current legal government of Greece. The rebels are transporting the weapons back to their hideout in the White Mountains. We have to stop them before they reach the mountain chain because we cannot pinpoint the exact location of their hideout. However, We do know that they must pass over this large river," Mr. Jones pointed to a map, "And that is where you come in. There is a large concrete dam three miles upstream from this crossing. You take out the

dam. The flood waters takes out the truck convoy and no one knows we were behind it."

 

Guy was studying the map in front of him. He figured that this would be an easy job. He could parachute into the area in the morning, hang around until nightfall, plant the explosives, stay to watch the fireworks and be back in the city in less than twenty-four hours. And then he could collect his large payment for services rendered.

"Okay," he said,"When do I go?"

"Well, there is just one more thing," Mr. Jones said, as he looked around the room at the other men. Guy didn't like the uncertain look on his face.

"What?" he asked.

"We have a trainee operative who has shown remarkable ability in the explosives area and we would like that person to accompany you on this mission and watch you work."

Guy didn't like this. It was always a pain to take a trainee on a mission. But he knew he didn't have any choice.

"Sure," he said. Mr. Jones rang his secretary on the intercom and asked, "Will you send Lt. Anderson in?"

A second later there was a knock on the door. Guy stood up and opened the door. The he turned around and looked back at Mr. Jones.

"Oh no," he said, "Oh hell no."

Lt. Anderson was a gorgeous brunette.

 

wow!!!

 

this is great!! you're a great writer!! :nice:!!

 

can't wait for chapter 2!!!

and it describes my 1000 POST!

 

:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:dance::dance::dance::dance::hat::):):):):):):P:rolleyes::laugh3::laugh3::laugh3:

 

 

:)

i'd like to thank everyone on the site. you're all so awesome....and i've made so many friends here...this is probably the best birthday yet :bigcry::wacky::D:lol:

@jknc: OMG!

Now I can totally picture him saying: "My name is Berryman, Guy Berryman.:wink3:"

Secrets, Lies and Love II

 

 

 

 

"Moses! Moses! Grab the phone, and type 999!" said Gwyneth, clutching her chest and falling to the floor. Moses looked up in distress, tears streaming down his face. "Don't cry! Don't cry god dammit!" Screamed Gwyneth. Moses screamed out also. "Daddy!" Moses cried as he ran out of the room, leaving his mother on the floor.

 

"Jonny! Jonny! Grab me and do me!" said Chris, clutching his buttocks and screaming in pleasure. Jonny stared at the body he was penetrating and smiled. "Are you sure the doors locked?" asked Jonny, opening his mouth. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. "Daddy! Daddy" could be heard from behind the door. "I think it's Moses!" Jonny whispered, pulling himself out of Chris. "Forget about Moses!" said Chris, reaching in to kiss Jonny on the lips. Jonny turned away, grabbed his jeans and t-shirt and opened the door. "Jonny! Jonny! M....." Moses stopped and looked at Chris, naked. "Why is daddy naked?"

 

:laugh3:

 

can't wait for more! :lol:

hah, very nice simon! :uhoh::D!!

Secrets, Lies and Love II

 

 

 

 

"Moses! Moses! Grab the phone, and type 999!" said Gwyneth, clutching her chest and falling to the floor. Moses looked up in distress, tears streaming down his face. "Don't cry! Don't cry god dammit!" Screamed Gwyneth. Moses screamed out also. "Daddy!" Moses cried as he ran out of the room, leaving his mother on the floor.

 

"Jonny! Jonny! Grab me and do me!" said Chris, clutching his buttocks and screaming in pleasure. Jonny stared at the body he was penetrating and smiled. "Are you sure the doors locked?" asked Jonny, opening his mouth. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. "Daddy! Daddy" could be heard from behind the door. "I think it's Moses!" Jonny whispered, pulling himself out of Chris. "Forget about Moses!" said Chris, reaching in to kiss Jonny on the lips. Jonny turned away, grabbed his jeans and t-shirt and opened the door. "Jonny! Jonny! M....." Moses stopped and looked at Chris, naked. "Why is daddy naked?"

 

:lol: this story is certainly interesting!

 

Here's the beginning of one for you guys.

It's all about Guy.

 

Chapter 1

 

 

Guy took off his sunglasses when he entered the non-descript looking office building.

"Thank goodness you are finally here," the receptionist said, with a relieved look on her face.

"Have they been waiting long?" He asked.

"About ten minutes. Mr. Jones is not happy."

 

Guy walked around the desk of the receptionist and opened a door to what appeared to be a small office. Inside the small room was a large steel door. Guy pressed a small button in the center of the door and a keypad slid out. He entered his code and stepped back so that the laser could scan his eyes. A large click announced that the door was sliding open.

 

Guy passed through the door to a long hallway filled with closed doors that led to other offices. He walked to the end of the hallway and entered a large conference room.

He quickly assessed that the situation must be very serious indeed as all the major players were present around the conference table:the Admiral, the General, the First Sea Lord, the Air Marshall, the Prime Minister and Mr. Jones. Guy never was completely sure what or who Mr. Jones really was. He figured that he was probably either the head or the assistant chief of MI6, the British Secret Service. Either way if didn'treally matter. Mr. Jones was the one that had recruited and trained Guy.

 

"Good you are here, Colin." Mr. Jones said. Colin Smithson was the name that Guy had been born with. Everything about Guy was an invention of the special operations unit except for the fact that he had been born in Scotland and he really was a talented bass player. Mr. Jones had recruited Guy when he was only sixteen. And he had made Guy his special project. Mr. Jones taught him everything he knew. He even taught him how the art of pretending to be drunk. Guy had never been intoxicated in his life. But he was an expert at holding the bottle, can or glass and pretending to slug down the alcohol. It gave him a great excuse to disappear for while when he needed to make a report. Guy often wondered how the rest of the band would feel if they knew that most of the ladies Guy went home with were usually just fellow agents making contact. It served the special ops unit well that they had an operative who could move so freely in and out of all manner of countries all around the world. Guy often wondered if his bosses had anything to do with the band being so successful so fast.

 

"We have a serious situation that will require use of shall we say your special talents," Mr. Jones was saying. That caught Guy's attention. Guy was an expert in the use of explosives. During training he had shown an uncanny ability to handle and set even the most delicate of charges. Nitroglycerin, TNT, C-4, plastique and Guy's favorite, fulminate of mercury. That stuff was so powerful and so unstable that you could breathe on a drop the size of a pinhead and destroy an entire room.

 

Guy's whole body was alive now with the prospect of getting to blow something up.

 

"The problem is this. A rebel corps in Greece has intercepted and stolen a truck full of nuclear warheads. The rebels want to use the arms as a means to overthrown the current legal government of Greece. The rebels are transporting the weapons back to their hideout in the White Mountains. We have to stop them before they reach the mountain chain because we cannot pinpoint the exact location of their hideout. However, We do know that they must pass over this large river," Mr. Jones pointed to a map, "And that is where you come in. There is a large concrete dam three miles upstream from this crossing. You take out the

dam. The flood waters takes out the truck convoy and no one knows we were behind it."

 

Guy was studying the map in front of him. He figured that this would be an easy job. He could parachute into the area in the morning, hang around until nightfall, plant the explosives, stay to watch the fireworks and be back in the city in less than twenty-four hours. And then he could collect his large payment for services rendered.

"Okay," he said,"When do I go?"

"Well, there is just one more thing," Mr. Jones said, as he looked around the room at the other men. Guy didn't like the uncertain look on his face.

"What?" he asked.

"We have a trainee operative who has shown remarkable ability in the explosives area and we would like that person to accompany you on this mission and watch you work."

Guy didn't like this. It was always a pain to take a trainee on a mission. But he knew he didn't have any choice.

"Sure," he said. Mr. Jones rang his secretary on the intercom and asked, "Will you send Lt. Anderson in?"

A second later there was a knock on the door. Guy stood up and opened the door. The he turned around and looked back at Mr. Jones.

"Oh no," he said, "Oh hell no."

Lt. Anderson was a gorgeous brunette.

 

:lol: "the art of pretending to be drunk."

i love it! :heart:

 

congrats, laura!!

Hello everyone! :D

I'm writing a new fic. :smug:

 

is it the ghost one? :wacky:

can't wait to hear it, kyra!! :dance:!!

 

i have to get a new perscription for my glasses. probably cause of all the reading i do on here. :laugh4:

 

i :heart: fanfics!!!

talk to you guys later! :D!

fanfics are awesome. :heart:

They are :D Thanks for the nice comments!

I wanted to read SOMETHING WORTH FIGHTING FOR but couldn't find the first two chapters, any idea of the page they are???

I wanted to read SOMETHING WORTH FIGHTING FOR but couldn't find the first two chapters, any idea of the page they are???

 

here you go!

 

chapter one

two