Jump: A Beatles Fan-Fiction

Jump: A Beatles Fan-Fiction

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Hello! This is a Beatles fan-fiction, and also a little bit of a sci-fi novel. I know, it sounds incredibly strange, but bear with me. Penny Parks is your average geek. She's into all sorts of bands, and is a scientist at heart. Her ambition is to finish her project, The Jump Reader, and complete her goal of creating a teleportation device. Boy, is she surprised when she figures out that her device not only takes her through space, but also through time. Her machine just so happens to take her back in time, and runs her straight into The Fab Four. I took inspiration from the tv show Sliders and other space/time travel novels and movies. I don't own the rights to any of The Beatles' songs. This is my first real work I've actually posted. Suggestions are always great. Hope you enjoy! Warning-- Some graphic language may be included.
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----------- Based on the song, "It's Only Love" By The Beatles. The story is told through memories, letters, flashbacks, and diary entries. December 1964 Liverpool, England _-_-_-_-_-_-_ Karma Vaughn arrived in Liverpool beneath a sky so gray it felt like dusk had swallowed the morning. The wind off the Mersey bit through her coat, a far cry from the sun-soaked hills of the Texan countryside she'd left behind. But she didn't mind the chill- it made her feel awake, alive, like something was finally happening. She came chasing a dream and carrying a name nobody knew yet. Her great-grandmother had once sailed from Liverpool to Galveston, leaving behind cobblestone streets and red-brick row houses for open plains and southern skies. Now, generations later, Karma had returned, driven not by heritage, but ambition. She wanted to write. To tell stories. And Liverpool, pulsing with music, youth, and something electric she couldn't quite name, felt like the perfect place to begin. Fresh out of Texas A&M, she'd spent the last year working odd jobs, scraping together the courage- and the funds- for this leap. Her professors had made good on their promises, sending glowing recommendations across the Atlantic. And just like that, The Liverpool Post had taken a chance on the American girl with a sharp wit and a sharper pen. What she didn't expect was how quickly her world would spin. Behind every byline, every interview, every smoky barroom conversation, loomed the faces shaping a generation. Some smiled easily. Some saw right through her. But one of them- cocky, maddening, brilliant- had the nerve to spark something inside her she wasn't ready for. She didn't particularly like John Lennon. And yet, somehow, she already knew this story was going to be about him. ----- These are real people in fake scenarios written by me. I obviously don't own The Beatles or any lyrics or anyone or anything mentioned. #1 in #Lennon 5/30/25 -----

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