Diary of a Teenage Serial Killer - Entry SevenEntry Seven; 08; 07; 04Diary of a Teenage Serial Killer - Entry Seven1 week ago in Horror More Like This
Hello Diary, and my little fuck faces listening out there. I have some strange yet exciting and dangerous news. Yesterday lunch I was sitting in the local café, minding my own business, rocking out to Black Flag over a cappuccino when a strange gentleman in a black jacket sat opposite me. How quaint! What did he want, you ask? Well first he wanted my coffee, the fucker, he took a massive gulp out of my perfectly good cappuccino, screwed his nose up then spat it right back out into the mug. By this point I’m sat with my headphones in my hand, mouth wide open, and a face of utter disgust on my face.
“What the actual shit… I was fucking drinking that!” I shouted at him.
“Why? It was disgusting.” He said with a cocky tone.
I then went to stand up and leave, I aint putting up with dicks fucking with my coffee. But he yanked me back down, stared me right in the eye and said. “Let’s talk about Gerard Way, shall we, F
Diary of a Teenage Serial Killer - Entry SixEntry Six. 05; 07; 04Diary of a Teenage Serial Killer - Entry Six1 week ago in Horror More Like This
The police found Mark’s body yesterday morning after his landlord complained of a horrible smell coming from his apartment. It’s all over the news, they make it sound worse than it is. “Utterly horrific” “Something out of a horror film” “Gerard Way is disturbed” They assumed it was him for the first few hours, that was of course until they found the note.
“Dear whoever discovers this piece of shit.
This man raped and attacked someone very close to my heart and many others out there. I apologize for the terrible state I have left him in, but he deserved to suffer. People of America, if you choose to be a rapist, pedophile, murderer, thug, thief or any kind of crime, you shall be erased. Especially if you hurt someone I love. I know I’m a hypocrite, because I kill. But I am going to die, a happy man, knowing that I saved possibly hundreds of people from abuse, rape, and death. Say what you want about me, tr
Diary Of A Teenage Serial Killer - Entry FiveEntry Five; 02; 07; 04Diary Of A Teenage Serial Killer - Entry Five1 week ago in Horror More Like This
Last night’s victim was the first to really hit home.
One night I was walking down the streets of New Jersey, headphones in, minding my own business. Suddenly I was forcefully dragged into a back alley. The masked man pinned me to the wall and held a knife to my throat. Blood rushed to my cheeks and my eyes started to water, I was terrified. He rummaged through my pockets and stole my phone and wallet. His attention then turned to my tear stained face. He used his free hand and wiped away my tears, this situation feeling all too similar. "You’re a pretty one, aint ya." He whispered. He then chuckled before spinning me around to face the wall. The blade slashing the side of my neck slightly. My forehead was pressed harshly against the hard wall as he forced my body against it. He then ripped down my trousers and... You can probably guess what happened. With every hit, I cried out, hoping that somewhere Gerard would hear me. Maybe, just maybe, I was goi
Frerard:Prove It:2The next day, Frank entered school dressed in extra extra tight skinny black jeans and a muscle tank that showed off his chest and hips from the side. Usually, for frank he just grabbed whatever and was ready to go. But not now. Not a single stained dropped on his shirt. Not a single hole in either toe. His hair was a perfect wave to his shoulders and his eyes rimmed with tender black guy liner. To top it off, he wore a pair of spike-studded combat boots and a spritz of Gerard's favorite perfume. Oh, he was there baby. As he wandered to his locker, he passed Gee's average posey, but no sign of his seduction victim-Damn! He took a few books out and a pair of earphones just in case and headed to his first class: Health, or as our little Frwankie calls it: "He'll-th, ten years of porn in one class!"Frerard:Prove It:22 weeks ago in Personal More Like This
Once his clean, booted foot went in through the doorway, he was greeted by Gerard, the only kid that arrived on time, and his teacher, Mr. Quinn. Gerard picked up his lazy head for a measly se
The Hardest Part Of This Is Leaving You Part 3The Hardest Part Of This Is Leaving You Part 33 weeks ago in General Fiction More Like This
I look at the note Gerard left me. Man, I still can’t believe he’s dead. His funeral was so depressing. I stare at the piece of paper, studying it as I walk out of the cemetery.
I know that we aren’t as close as the other guys, but you were still a big part of my life. Go to the garage where we shot the I’m Not Okay video (that was a kickass vid we made, wasn’t it?). Look where your drums were.
Oh wow, this really is some sort of hunt. I get to my car and hop in. Where the hell did we shoot that video again? Oh, right. I know where it is.
I pull out of the cemetery parking lot, waving at Ray as he passes in his own car. I wonder where he has to go. Guess I’ll find out later.
I look at my clock. It’s almost 4 o’clock. Hopefully, I’ll be the first to find my things.
I turn on the radio as I get on the highway, whistling to the song that’s on. I tap on the ste
Frerard: Prove ItProve ItFrerard: Prove It3 weeks ago in Personal More Like This
The minute Frank had saw Gerard, he was head over heels, or combat boots in his case, for him. He loved the way he swayed his girlish hips when he walked. He absolutley ADORED perfectly lengthed raven-black hair thAt flowed at the right moments in the most perfect ways. If only...he sighed aloud.
He took a leAn against his locker and watched dreamily as Gerard Way talked to his little friends over on the other side of the hall. He seemed so far from Frank...
Unfortunately, he was not. In fact he was rather closed to Frank. Close enough to notice the stare from the short boy in the band shirt leaning against his locker.
"Whatcha starin' at, Iero?!" He barked, shaking Frank out of his dreamy state.
Now, usually Frankie would walk away or turn around and ignore him,but he was bold today! He had a whole bowl of fucky-flakes this morning and he was ready to fuck this up!
"You." He finally admitted.
"I'm staring at you, sexy!"
Oh he had done it now. Ge
Internet Connection 2I swiftly unlocked to door to my apartment and dashed in, making a bee-line for my desktop. I clicked on the YouTube bookmark and checked my subscriber count. I sighed and rolled my chair back as I read the count.Internet Connection 23 weeks ago in Romance More Like This
frnkiero: 874,032 subscribers
Shit. I know the amount that I have is considerably acceptable, but it's not enough. Unless I hit 1 million by the end of the year, YouTube won't offer me a partnership. If I don't get a partnership, I'll have to quit doing what I love in order to actually make a living and afford living in an apartment complex that doesn't belong to my parents.
At least I'm going to Vidcon. If I wasn't I might consider quitting while I'm ahead. But Vidcon, man that's where YouTubers are made. If I can just get a little bit of limelight, my channel has the potential of reaching its goal. I know it's a long-shot, but I've got to try.
I hopped out of my chair and strolled over to my room. I looked at my suitcase, which sat half-full on my bed. Packing
The Hardest Part Of This Is Leaving You Part 2The Hardest Part Of This Is Leaving You Part 23 weeks ago in General Fiction More Like This
The rain beat down gently on the sea of black umbrellas. Sullen faces look on as the casket is gently lowered into the ground, red roses resting on top of it. A few women pull out tissues and wipe their faces clean of tears, their black veils failing to hide their running makeup. Huddled close near the foot of the casket are four men, stony-faced as they watch the black box lower.
As the gravediggers begin to place the earth back over top of the casket, people begin to leave. The four men stay put, until they’re the last ones left. The shortest one pulls out a manilla envelope. The others huddle closer around him as his small voice recites the contents.
I trust my funeral was a lovely affair. Did you throw the roses on top of my coffin? I sure hope you did.
Now that that’s over, on to the fun part.
Remember what I said earlier: this i
Storming:Frerard OneshotIt was storming hard that night. And a young killer of joy, Also known as Fun Ghoul, didn't do storms. Every crash of thunder was just another death threat for the sky to him. Every strike of intimidating lighting was just another hour of no sleep and staring at window. You'd expect someone in a resistance academy for advanced students (Kill Joys Academy) wouldn't be scared of some measly thumps and lights. We'll...that's Ghoul for ya! Crack! Another loud thunder. Another girlish squeak. This awoke his roommate, and only friend here, Part Poision. He rose from his bed halfway and stared at Ghoul with sleepy eyes and a what-the-hell-is-your-problem-idiot? Type of look.Storming:Frerard Oneshot3 weeks ago in Literature Features More Like This
"Frank...what...?" He barley got out any words through his chapped cold lips.
Frank looked Party over ever so slowly taking in his figure which was only covered with a small pair of boxers. Very small...yet they seemed to be falling off. Party took notice of Ghouls stare.
"Stop checking me out and go to bed."