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April 21st, 2005

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parallel_rhythm:
I'm currently feelin: creative

This was an idea I've been toying with for awhile, so I decided to put you all to the test.

Can anybody make up a little story incorporating all the U2 studio album titles? And you're really creative if you can put them in chronological order!
 
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From:zoostation
Date:April 21st, 2005 05:43 pm (UTC)
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A Boy sits back and takes a look at his life. One October, long ago, a War grew within in his heart. Reaching out proved useless, for it was his own inner turmoil. Inner grew outer and Under a Blood Red Sky he drove himself mad. The townspeople would talk about The Unforgettable Fire he lit for years to come. Even in his older years.
Now, he's Wide Awake in America recounting old battle scars. The Joshua Tree in his lawn begins to Rattle and Hum, being tested by the shoreline breeze. The words "Achtung Baby" cross his mind again and again. He can't forget his past and neither can those who knew him then. America is a fresh start and no one knows my story here he thought. The cd Zooropa spins in his stereo, calming and exciting him. It's so much more than Pop he tells himself.
The thoughts of the past come back to him. It's All That You Can't Leave Behind.
Before the war in him starts again, this time he must learn How to Dismantle an Atomic Bomb before the destruction hurts him again.


Because apparently, I'm not at work. And techinically, I'm not listening to a U2 cd hidden in my drawer.
*hums*

Zooropa is hard!
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From:samuti
Date:April 21st, 2005 07:16 pm (UTC)

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That's excellent, and really eloquent. I love it! :D
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From:7000years
Date:April 21st, 2005 06:53 pm (UTC)
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*delurks*

I used the challenge to write a chapter in an ongoing story I'm miserably attempting to get off the ground writing at the moment. Does that count? *lol*
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From:7000years
Date:April 21st, 2005 06:54 pm (UTC)
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Aaand this would be the link to it. Duh. Forgive me, it's 5 in the morning where I am and insomnia is my middle name.
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From:zoostation
Date:April 21st, 2005 08:47 pm (UTC)
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I like it. A lot. Your dialogue is excellent.

;)
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From:samuti
Date:April 21st, 2005 07:15 pm (UTC)
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"Come back here, boy!"
He turned to face his granny, who was starting to resemble the Mad Cat Lady from The Simpsons. He returned to the front door.
"Where did you think you were going without your jacket? Honey, it's October, you can't go around in short sleeves or you'll catch pneumonia and then what would I do with you? Now get to school!"

Adjusting his collar, she let him go. As he started on his journey, he tugged at the ugly patterned sleeves of the jacket that was a few years too old and a few sizes too big for him. He hated it. He wanted a jacket like Nicky's, that German one that he said was from the war. It might have really come from the Gap, but it was cool anyway and he was jealous.
He looked around at the breaking autumn. It was sunrise, but it felt like sunset as he walked under a blood red sky. He passed the park with the wonky swing, the alley that everyone knew was haunted, and the little weather station that had been charred in the unforgettable fire of last year, when Ally dropped a cigarette that she had pretended to be smoking. He wondered about autumn even as he walked into his first class: History.

He gazed out the classroom window, and felt relaxed... maybe a little too relaxed... he was finding it hard to pretend that he was really wide awake..."In America," jumped in his teacher's voice, "we have a constitution that is different..."

Relieved that he hadn't been spotted, the boy took to staring out of the window again. He saw the odd-looking tree, the one that the teachers always referred to as the joshua tree. He didn't understand why you'd call a tree Joshua. Unless maybe a guy called Joshua discovered it first... Maybe you could just call things whatever you wanted them to be if you found them first. He wished he'd got to broccoli first; he would have given it a horrible name like Smelly Gloop and that would have put everyone off it. It probably wasn't even a proper joshua tree, according to Martin B., because they only grew in the desert or something. The boy thought there was joshua tree on the cover of one of his mum's CDs. He wondered if bands recorded in the desert. Maybe they did, because that way they wouldn't have anyone next door complaining about the rattle and hum of the music. It was really hot there though. And they'd have to take their own electricity, and one of those boxes that his mum always told him not to go near that had red lettering on it that said warning, alerte, alerta, achtung.
Baby
ducks waddled across the field outside, in the shadow of the tree. He wanted to name the ducks, call them something different, but someone had got there before him. He frowned. Well, the field didn't have a name. He could name it The Zoo, because of the ducks and sparrows and snails and ladybirds that lived there. But that wasn't a new name. He looked around the classroom. His eyes were drawn to the world map. Zoo-merica? Zoo-asia? Ah, of course...Zoo-rope! He concentrated on the new name, saying it under his breath. But it didn't flow properly. His tongue kept getting stuck as he whispered it. It had to be easy to say, or no-one would use the name! Suddenly his Spanish lessons came came back to him and it clicked - Zooropa! Smugly, he did what he did whenever he was pleased with himself - he ran his index finger along the inside of his cheek and pulled it out of his mouth with a loud pop.

The bell rang. He opened his desk and checked his books against the list his mother had made for him to stick inside, with "All That you Can't Leave Behind" written in a bright green at the top of the paper. As he walked home for lunch, he saw that the sky was full of white clouds. It reminded him of that video they had seen of that place in Japan being bombed, with the mushroom cloud. The boy wondered who it was that knew how to dismantle an atomic bomb. Maybe it could be his job someday. He might find something even newer in there somewhere, and give it a name that everyone would know about, and they would sing this name and write about it. Then he, the boy, would be famous. He didn't even notice how bad the jacket looked on him as he strolled, grinning, towards his front door.
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From:zoostation
Date:April 21st, 2005 08:43 pm (UTC)
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That was really good! I liked how you split up the titles to make different sentences.

:D
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From:parallel_rhythm
Date:April 22nd, 2005 12:24 am (UTC)
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I'm so glad this challenge did so well!! Glad to see some creative U2 fans out there :)
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From:sirensong984
Date:April 22nd, 2005 01:09 am (UTC)
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Back when I was first getting into fandom around 97 or so it seems like there was a website out there that had been exclusively dedicated to this purpose. I'll have to find it somewhere.

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