Theeagles Stories

This story begins in the spring of 1980. Lauren Woods and George Harrison are now separated after 12 years of marriage, leaving them to decide whats best for themselves, their kids and their futures. With her fashion empire in America and his business endeavors in England, there will be many obstacles in the path to raising their family. However all happiness is not lost... it may only just be the beginning. With more intense love, familiar faces, tragic losses and iconic Beatle flare - get ready for -another- wild ride.

"what k-kinds of music do you like?" "im a huge Eagles fan." he said as he smiled, confident in his choices. "no way dude. I am too!" the story of two people who meet in an old record shop who share a love for the Eagles

I find it easier to write in story form than to journal, therefore I am using this story to get out all of the emotions and troubles that I have experienced over the past year. This story will start from last year, and slowly make its way to present time. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I'm going to enjoy writing it.

I found out a long time ago. What a woman can do to your soul

Sequel to Enchanted. Set in 2004/2005.

Short Don Henley Fanfic

collection of thoughts from a young mind about music from another time.

A one-shot book Kinda incredibly slow updates cause I procrastinate too much

Life and love on the road with the Eagles 1976

Easton and Elsa Porter were more than just twins, they were best friends. Through good times and bad, they were there for eachother. But that all changes when Easton goes missing. No note, no evidence that this was planned, nothing. Easton just vanished. Heartbroken, Elsa is determined to find her brother, and she'll stop at nothing to bring him home.

Zane was far from Leslie's reach, so she thought. This incredibly cute drummer was much closer than she thinks.

The title says it all. Only read is you like music from the 60's-80's

"Your father said no..." the leader said as he turned around the corner from another hallway "not that I'm surprised" "He never was a warrior, nor a burglar..." I trailed, my feet seemingly frozen to the golden-stained wood. Silence settled between us "Do you fight?" "Yes" I answered obediently "I use a sword" "Are you good with it" he questioned once more, moving a few steps closer as he did. "I would like to think so, or those years of training was a waste of my hard-earned money." I couldn't take my eyes off the ground, it was like just a glance would almost knock you off your feet, but that intense stare that I could feel on the crown of my head started to burn like a wild fire, scorching my scalp as it did so. "Hmm" he mumbled as his form gently pushed passed me, a gentleness that I didn't think he was capable of "would you be interested...13 is an unlucky number and us dwarves are superstitious" his voice was stern and powerful, just like his glare. It felt like the warm browns and golds that adorned the corridor started to swirl as I started to sway to its rhythm, almost as if a trance held me by the throat, pushing me to that position just before passing out were I was my most vulnerable. White light starting to dance in my vision. "Yes...I'll come with you." He stoped in his tracks once more, the silence from his boots crunching the dirt that stuck underneath it being a clear indicator "good, get packing..."