Stockholm. 1.Light always comes first, as light is the source of most things. Certain flowers turn in the direction of the sun, twisting their leaves and petals in this dirt to face the ball of yellow; light is the source of sight and color, both of which directly affect human emotion which in turn affect performance on various different levels; and it is assumed that when a child is forced from the womb the first thing they see is the light, a terrible contrast to the dark safety of the sack of nutrients and a morbid parallel to the light at the end of an approaching death.Stockholm. 1.6 years ago in Fanfiction Epic Challenge More Like This
But when Franks mind began to birth itself back into consciousness he did not turn towards the light like a flower rooted into the soil, and he didnt welcome it like a child fresh from the womb. He treated it like the light at the end of the tunnel; high beams of a car steered by a drunk driver. He tried to step out of the way but the light came close, seemed to envelope his whole head. Frank tried to open his mouth
Stockholm. 13. End.Franks sister sat next to him on the couch in the living room of his mothers home, where it was decided that he would be staying until his treatments were done, holding his rough hand in her dainty one, her nails manicured and painted with a light, translucent pink. She smelled like a flowery perfume and it was giving him a headache. He could have said something about it, but he didnt. It just wasnt worth it.Stockholm. 13. End.6 years ago in Fanfiction Epic Challenge More Like This
Six months after his abduction he was seeing two therapists, detailing to the both of them about how he lived with Gerard. He kept his promise to himself and didnt tell them about kissing Gerard and his odd desire for a relationship with him, but he divulged to them about Gerard kissing him only to change the subject quickly. It felt too personal.
His father came in the living room and ruffled Franks hair playfully, just like he used to do when Frank was a kid, and they both smiled at each other. The week before hed gotten his hair
Stockholm. Prologue.Water sloshed inside the kettle. From the kitchen, Frank could see into the living room; the place where linoleum met carpet and where the flashing lights from the television set illuminated the couch. The back wall. Gerards passive, sleepy face. Frank turned on the gas burner.Stockholm. Prologue.6 years ago in Fanfiction Epic Challenge More Like This
Gerard chewed on his thumbnail in the other room, visible through the large, wooden walk way. He was leaning forward, elbows on his knees. Frank said nothing. He watched condensation gather on the kettles metal surface, beginning around the middle and then dripping down and hissing in the fire. Like tears or sweat. He picked up the tea kettle by the black handle, gritting his teeth together and listening to the SSSS of the water against the hot metal. Like piss. He set the kettle back down and crossed his arms, leaning against the counter.
Franks insides knotted, then rose and fell in a movement that reminded him of a swing set.
Stockholm. 3.There was a knock on the door. Frank?Stockholm. 3.6 years ago in Fanfiction Epic Challenge More Like This
From underneath the door Frank could see yellow light, visibility that had been reduced to specks because of the thickness of the carpet. The shadows of Gerards feet were visible, making blocks of darkness in the speckled line of light. Frank had actually been awake for several minutes; not awoken by Gerards knuckles on the door but by the soft sounds of the lamp clinking on and the dresser drawers opening closing. He made a sound of acknowledgment, his back stiff from being propped against the sharp angle where two walls met. Making his back erect in an attempt to stretch some of the tight muscles, Frank felt like someone had placed two rulers where the rope-like muscles of his back had been.
I was wondering if you wanted any breakfast, Gerard said. Frank furrowed his eyebrows in the dark, feeling as if his pupils were the size of nickels.
What time is it? he asked in a groan. His head felt groggy an
Stockholm. 2.When Frank was about seven years old he was introduced by a neighbor to his favorite series of books. Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark was a collection of horror stories, all contained in three thick volumes. Each volume had a cover embellished with a moderately disturbing image drawn in splattered black ink; and Frank, being obsessed with fear and addicted to adrenalin, ate that shit up by the fist-full.Stockholm. 2.6 years ago in Fanfiction Epic Challenge More Like This
On weekends, when his mom told him he could stay up to nine o clock (but no later), hed tuck the book under his arm, along with one of his dads heavy-duty metal flashlights, and pull his blankets over his head in a make-shift fort. In the harsh, yellow light he frightened himself with stories about rabid rats mistaken for dogs, and spiders that burst out of young girls faces. While the kids down the street were at home reading Harry Potter with their mommies and daddies, Frank was looking at pictures of corpses with their mouths torn off. H
Stockholm. 4.There became something serene about the darkness of the enclosure. With his body curled into a ball, knees against chest and tip of thumb in mouth, he was like a child in the womb, listening to the sounds of the outside as if he was hearing them through the amniotic fluid he had long since experienced. Through the walls, he could hear Gerard shifting through foodstuffs or flicking on the television early in the morning. In his space- Franks space- he could listen, but not experience. It was a place of safety. He sometimes wished Gerard would assume that he was asleep and not knock on the door so he could continue to count the times his heart made thumping noises in the cage of his ribs.Stockholm. 4.6 years ago in Fanfiction Epic Challenge More Like This
The swelling in his wrist had been reduced to nothing by the time Sunday morning had arrived. Gerard had let him sleep through the evening of Saturday and even until the next morning, delicately rapping his prominent knuckles on the wooden door. If he had slept in the bedroom or the living
Stockholm. 12.Franks hand shot out in front of his body. No, Im not a hostage! Dont shoot him! Gerards open hands moved up to the side of his head and he slowly took a step back, his neck bent, his head down. The man with the gun, slightly taller than Gerard, kept the gun on him; Frank was smart enough to know he wasnt going to shoot, but his heart still pounded like a hummingbirds, nervous nausea threatening to bring vomit up his throat.Stockholm. 12.6 years ago in Fanfiction Epic Challenge More Like This
The man stood with his legs apart, steadying himself, and he told Gerard to get on the ground. If youre not a hostage, then what are you? he asked, and it was mostly rhetorical. He glanced back at Gerard who had not moved. I said GET ON THE GROUND!
He didnt and Frank could see it coming. Gerard had lost all his color, becoming storms and rain instead of summer and sky. He withdrew the gun, just a small, silver handgun, from the deep pocket of his jeans, the one Frank f
Stockholm. 9.I wanna know something.Stockholm. 9.6 years ago in Fanfiction Epic Challenge More Like This
It was the closest to a command that he would ever get. Beggars are not choosers and captives are not commanders; at best theyre lucky puppets if their strings are around their wrists and ankles instead of their necks, and theyre even luckier if their puppeteers dont decide to grind them up into firewood. So when Frank stood in the small, dark space between their two bedrooms, that couple of feet between where he stood and where Gerard stood, he was either feeling remarkably lucky or particularly stupid because puppets do not make demands of anyone. Even if they are particularly privileged.
At that point it was probably a little after ten, feeling more like midnight with the snow and the cold and the sleepy sluggishness that came with mid-western winter. Frank felt a little bit like he was about to go into hibernation. Gerard yawned and turned around, all silhouette and no features in the lack of light. Sleepily he asked, Y
Stockholm. 10.Mornings with Gerard smelled like pancakes, or sometimes fried eggs or waffles or even nothing because they were just going to have cereal, and sounded like the glass sound of plates on plates and birds singing their romances. His fingers stretched across the bed, bending over the ninety-degree angles where the edges of the bed were, his body spread like starfish across the mattress so it took up nearly the whole space. The shades were drawn and Frank could only tell because the back of his closed eyelids were blood-vessel red; a soaked-up pool of his own saliva was cool and wet on the corner of his mouth. In the kitchen a metal pan made oily sizzling sounds.Stockholm. 10.6 years ago in Fanfiction Epic Challenge More Like This
Frank bent and extended his middle finger, moving it as if petting the sheets, stroking the place where Gerard had once been. And even though the other man was only in the other room he felt vacant; an empty hotel room, a table for one in an old café, garnished with a glass vase holding a single, half-wilted brown and yellow
Stockholm. 11.Morning came and Frank found himself not wanting to leave Gerard's room, likening to sense of security and comfort to being a child, warm in his bed, on a day his mother let him stay home from school sick. Gerard left for work as he usually did, looking tired and grey and Frank couldn't help but guiltily speculate that maybe it was his fault. Before Gerard left, they didn't hug or kiss or show any sign of affection other than their usual goodbyes. Tiny worms of worry wriggled like an infestation of maggots inside him and he prayed that something would go right soon so they could leave the tension and aggression behind.Stockholm. 11.6 years ago in Fanfiction Epic Challenge More Like This
The window in Frank's bedroom was still nailed shut, either because Gerard, after all that time, didn't trust Frank enough to pull them out or more simply had just not gotten around to it. When he pressed his hand against the window, a silhouette of warmth appeared around his hand. Winter was coming full force and there would probably be even more snow. At that moment th
Stockholm. 8.Gerard wiped the blood from Franks cheek with a blue washcloth soaked in warm water, his face expressionless, if not a little somber. Frank held onto the edges of the bathroom sink, head bowed, not wanting to look at the disfigurement the swelling had caused to the side of his face. With the cloth between his fists, Gerard wrung the water out into the sink and rinsed it again.Stockholm. 8.6 years ago in Fanfiction Epic Challenge More Like This
Do you know why I put you in there? he asked monotonously, as if he didnt expect a correct answer or even an answer at all. He pushed Franks bangs out of his face and wiped his forehead gently. Muttering to himself he added quietly, m gonna need to get you some ice
Frank didnt answer, he just clutched to edges of the sink as if the glue holding him together might dissolve and the fragmented pieces of him would slip apart. Everything was so horribly fragile, so thin and empty and delicate. He shook his head at the question, his throat sore fr
Stockholm. 5.Within the week, Frank's wrist had healed, the pain down to only a dull soreness when he twisted it too far or moved it at too much of an angle too quickly, and he unwrapped the bandages, scratching at the skin that had been horridly itching in the only place he couldn't scratch. His nails on the discomfort felt only slightly less pleasurable than sex. The bruising on his nose had started to fade, also, and he was looking just about back to normal. Gerard made a point to ask him frequently if he needed aspirin or something to help him sleep. He was acting more like an overbearing, over concerned mother than someone willing to kidnap a stranger for the sake of not being lonely.Stockholm. 5.6 years ago in Fanfiction Epic Challenge More Like This
Being able to stay in his room while Gerard went to work during the day was another freedom Frank was having no trouble getting accustomed to. And while he had never actually "enjoyed" spending seven or so hours a day in an old, cramped closet, it had sort of become a part of him. He even found a small amount of
Stockholm. 7.There was a terrible, bleeding hole where the second to last molar should have been and his tongue moved around in the rusty-flavored gum, flopping through the indent in the soft, squishy flesh. He held the tooth in his hand, and moaned in utter horror, ready to scream and flail at the piece of him that had been ripped from his body. The sharp roots scraped across his thumb and his open mouth bled onto his palm, making his hand sticky and warm. With his tongue he could feel that the other molar- the tooth in the very far back of his mouth- was wriggling loose and the thought of vomiting up all his teeth until he was nothing but gums sent him into a tantrum of panic. He flailed against the door, tooth still clutched firm in the center of his now closed fist, his cries existing in harmony with Gerards.Stockholm. 7.6 years ago in Fanfiction Epic Challenge More Like This
LET ME OUT, GERARD, PLEASE, I HAVE TO GET TO A DOCTOR!! As he screamed, he bled over his mouth and sprayed his mixture of spit and blood over the door. He hacked,
The Twilight Alliance - Part 1The Twilight Alliance - Part 16 years ago in Fanfiction Epic Challenge More Like This
The Twilight Alliance
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Chapter 1 - Lost Souls
Sora received the message from the King nearly a year after Organisation XIII had been defeated. It was just about the time that Heartless had begun to be active again - and this was no mere coincidence. There had been a small detail that the keyblade bearers had overlooked when fighting nobodies in the last invasion of darkness - the soul.
Each person, Sora was told, is made up of three parts - a body, which gives them physical form, a heart, which aligns their reactions to the world, creating feelings, and their soul - an accumulation of all that the person was, is and will be. The soul was, in simple terms, their memories and true essence of being. It was also explained, that upon loss of a heart, the body and soul, if strong e
Stockholm. 6.If there was something Frank needed, it was good news; a hand extended in the name of kindness or a small favor for no particular reason. And on the Thursday of the following week, the week succeeding when Frank was nearly gunned down in Jewel, he got just that. Gerard knocked on his door, knuckles tok-tok-tok-ing in the very early hours of the morning, and Frank had to fight his way to the door through the chowder-esque thickness of the sleepy fog that had rolled in over the front of his eyes and on the conscious parts of his brain. The sun hadnt even poked the top of its round head over the horizon yet and the room was brisk and chilly. With eyelids that were weighted half-shut, Frank opened the door and released an eloquent,Stockholm. 6.6 years ago in Fanfiction Epic Challenge More Like This
Gerard grinned back, the smile seeming a bit too large on his face. Morning! he announced, and his voice was like a pin shooting through the top of Franks head. Hardly able to see and his legs, clad
Gene vs. MelvinMelvin looked up towards the angry genie girl with teary eyes. Cant we talk about this?Gene vs. Melvin6 years ago in Fanfiction Epic Challenge More Like This
She sent a ball of magical energy flying towards him but Melvin just barely managed to hop out of the way. Melvin hopped quickly away from the enraged genie barely avoiding magical blasts.
Youre alien girlfriend wont help you here!! She summone a giant magic sphere over her head. Hey batter, batter, batter SA-WING!!!
Melvin started to hop faster now that he had a giant ball of magical energy and when it hit the ground Melvin went flying through the air from the force of the blast, all the while shouting SOMEBODY GET THIS KA-RAZY GENIE GIRL AWAY FROM ME!!!
When the blast subsided Gene couldnt seem to find Melvin anywhere.
Now where did you
Forever in TimeForever in TimeForever in Time6 years ago in Fanfiction Epic Challenge More Like This
By: Jennifer Gay
Chapter 1: Peach Creek Fairgrounds
It was a somewhat quiet, yet busy day here in the little town of Peach Creek. We soon come upon a place where there was a huge Ferris wheel and loads of other kinds of rides, games and attractions. This place was the fairgrounds of Peach Creek, called Peach Creek Fairgrounds. It was located on the outskirts of the city of Peach Creek.
Anyway, we soon come upon the attraction section of the fairgrounds. It is here where we see a huge machine that looked like something out of a sci-fi movie; it was a teleport machine, with two pads to place things in and a tube like thing ay the top that connected the two pads. And it is in front of this machine that we see the creator.
It was a boy that was a middle sized, fourteen year old teen that had only three strands of black hair coming out of the back of his white-striped, black sockhat and had dark, jade green eyes. He wore a red-orange t-shirt that went past his
Contest FanFic - ProloguePrologueContest FanFic - Prologue6 years ago in Fanfiction Epic Challenge More Like This
The pencil gently travelled over the paper as the young girl placed her vision in the sketchbook, the light lines depicting a scene of horses grazing in a field. Not horses exactly, not with flames dancing across their backs, the bright flames mixing with the red dawn. The girl smiled, pushing some of her own fiery hair out of her eyes to get a better look. She leant back and began on the mountains far in the distance, their faint snowcaps visible in the growing light. The peace was slightly overwhelming to her, having spent most of her childhood in the bustling Saffron City. There was a faint mewling as something crawled into her lap.
'Look, Ashie,' she said, pointing at the horses grazing ahead, 'remember when we last saw those?' The little creature flattened her long ears as she attempted to get a peek over to girl's sketchbook, her puffy tail bobbing in her friend's face. She squeaked happily at the sight of them, happy that this time they were wild. A howl spli
Epic Fanfic: Our Ninja Way 10We are truly in Sound Country, now, Kakashi observed absentmindedly, glancing at the empty buildings that had once been the homes of a proud country- back when this, now-deserted, village was known as the Land of Rice Paddies. It had been a small, profitable country back in its day- the main food source of the Five Lands, for it was where the staple diet of rice was grown, hence its name. When Orochimaru took over and made the Hidden Village into his own, he took the role of Otokage- the Sound Shadow, and enslaved anyone who could not escape, turning them into subjects for his cruel and twisted scientific experiments. Eventually, he had ran out of original villagers- having killed or transformed most of them in horrific ways people dared not speak of- and the once prosperous village had fallen into disrepair. It was nothing more than a ghost town, with Orochimarus lair hidden in the centre, somewhere- deep underground. None had found it and come out alive.Epic Fanfic: Our Ninja Way 106 years ago in Fanfiction Epic Challenge More Like This