Zombie Survival GuideZombie Survival GuideZombie Survival Guide8 years ago in Horror More Like This
Daniel H@#&- Demented One
A common staple in many B-movies, Zombies are often depicted as taking over the world. Having watched many of those movies I have decided to compile my own Zombie Survival Guide after reading the one at Kuro5hin.org. This guide will be posted in many places I know of so that if anyone comments I will be able to make a better one later. To date I have not read Max Brook's Zombie Survival Guide, though I intend to. As for the debate I've seen on the Fast Zombies vs. Slow Zombies, this guide is written with Slow Zombies in mind, for if they are really dead bodies they would have series body control issues, and under the assumption that the outbreak is a large one that would last several years at least.
Preparation: (what you did for Y2K)
If you are already preparing for a Zombie invasion, lets face it; you don't need this guide, and are probably a little crazy, like me. Preparing for a Zombie i
HurtIm brokenHurt8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Twisted and beaten
But do you see?
See the bones and torn muscle
As I struggle just to stand
Turning away to hide the blood and tears
Those you cause
Those others have
I hide them all
I hide in me
Just so you can live
And walk in the day
Well I only live at night
Finding sanctuary in the shadows
Knowing its where I belong
Not with you
Not with anyone
For only shadows can hide the wounds
That are cut so deep
My wings have fallen in the struggle
And this is all that is left...
Rebellion Love - AndleyFuck the day the status quo and any stupid pecking order were created. It is these things that keep any of us from expressing our true selves. Why am I complaining about this crap? My name is Andy Biersack, I'm 16 and a sophomore in high school, and I'm in love with the most popular guy in school. Only problem? I'm the little outcast goth kid trying to make a band, and he is the most wanted, the most popular guy at my pathetic school.Rebellion Love - Andley3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I slam my locker as my dangerous thoughts come out again. I slink through the halls to the last hour of the day, awaiting the moment to escape this hell. The only good thing about this hour is he's in it and since I sit behind him, I can glimpse at him without him knowing. I do that than pay attention to the teacher, because, I mean, come on. School is the last thing on my mind when I have a bigger future in my sight.
I slip into the room, just as the tardy bell rings, and slide into my seat, relatively unnoticed. Well, almost unnoticed, as I was
Fem!PrussiaXChubby!Reader: Jealous LoverFem!PrussiaXChubby!Reader: Jealous LoverFem!PrussiaXChubby!Reader: Jealous Lover2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
.................I do not own you or Fem!Prussia.............................
Julchen didn't like it.
The Prussian woman was glaring, her ruby eyes flinty and hard, at the man currently flirting with you.
She didn't like it at all.
Couldn't he see the ring on your left ring finger or was he just ignoring the fact that you were with Julchen, holding hands, and cuddling at the bar? Didn't he see that they were obviously girlfriends? Julchen growled as he subtly tried to place his arm around (Name's) shoulder.
She was going to lose her temper and fucking beat this fucking son of a bitch into a coma.
Julchen flipped a few of her short spiky hairs from her face, the tips dyed a nice purple-ish colour. In fact, the tips of her short, messy, spiked hair was dyed a myriad of red, blue, purple, pink and green. The prussian woman huffed, her pale cheeks puffing out as her painted red lips parted in a mocking sneer when (Name) politely requested the
Forbidden Final Chapter~One week later (Friday Afternoon)~Forbidden Final Chapter2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Finally, after one long week of being grounded, I finally was allowed to have Dahvie over. He went to school today, and it was the first time I got to see him since that one night. It was like one of those romantic movies, you know, the two don't see each other for awhile and once they meet eyes they run and jump into each others arms, then kiss deeply. I mean, it wasn't exactly like that, it was much more discrete of course. After school we walked together to my house, which is where we are now, silently laying on my bed lost in our own thoughts.
I hear him sigh on the other side as he stares at the ceiling, idly playing with his long dark hair.
"What's up?" I ask, sitting up and facing him.
"Huh? Nothing, just thinking," he says, sighing again at the end.
I eye him suspiciously, "thinking about what?"
He pulls himself up to sit up straight and shrugs. "I don't know everything. The future. Us. Just everything. Like what will I be doing in ten years?
Valentines One Shot ~For Punkstar738You flipped off the audience after you set was done, you walked off the stage towards the next band. Your friends band, your friend CC walked over and pulled you into a hug.Valentines One Shot ~For Punkstar7382 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"(your name)! Your set was AWESOME!" He cried excitedly as you and him hug.
"Thanks CC," you smile widely. You pushed your (hair colour) bangs out of your eyes.
You glanced over to you crush, his blue eyes found your (eye colour) eyes. He smiled lightly at you as he made his way over to you. You felt a blush rise up, so you quickly run back towards your tour bus. Your bus driver looked at you oddly as you walk into the bunk area of the bus and fall down on your bunk. You rest against the pillow and grab a stuffed bear which you have had since you were a child.
"Hey, (your name)? Are you okay?" Your drummer, Ella, asked you as she climbed onto your bunk to join you.
"I don't know how to act around Andy..." You say quietly, "he probably thinks I am some crazy fangirl."
"No he doesn't! He knows you are shy," Ella said
Teardrops On My Guitar (DahviexJayy)He looks at me, I fake a smile so he won't seeTeardrops On My Guitar (DahviexJayy)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
That I want and I'm needing everything that we should be
I'll bet he's so sexy, that boy he talks about
And he's got everything that I have to live without
I watched Jayy with his newest boyfriend. Usually his relationships only last a week or month at most but I was wrong. This is the third month of their relationship. Honestly, I've never seen him so happy. He actually believes he could be the one.
I want to be that one
I want to be the person he wakes up next to
I want to be the one he has rough kinky sex with
I want to be the person he loves mind, body, and soul
He has everything! Actually, by everything I mean Dahvie. He is my everything.
He talks to me, I laugh 'cause it's so damn funny
And I can't even see anyone when he's with me
He says he's so in love, he's finally got it right,
I wonder if he knows he's all I think about at night
Jayy and I decided to go to the club. For once he didn't have that asshole with him!
"Dahvie, you ca
Andley- A Cinderella StoryAndy's P.O.VAndley- A Cinderella Story3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I woke up to birds tweeting and the suns warm rays lighting up the attic were I slept. I stretched and sleepily climbed out of bed, walking half-asleep to my tiny bathroom where I started a shower. Quickly I stripped off my bedclothes and eased under the cold spray of the shower, jumping a little as it hit my skin. I quickly washed my hair and body then climbed back out, drying my body with a towel. Pushing the towel aside I hummed my way back into my small 'bedroom', pulling on my clothes. Well I say clothes but there best described as rags, next I tied my apron around my skinny waist and pulled my long hair into a ponytail topping off my look with an old bandanna to keep my long fringe out my eyes while I worked. I turned off the lights in my room and tiptoed down the long winding staircase to the main house. First on my jobs list was to wake my stepbrothers CC and Jake not a pleasant job but it had to be done, I walked to the first door on my right and opened it. CC was
Love struck"JAYY!" Dahvie sobbed as a man pinned him to the wall kneeing him in the rib.Love struck3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Shut up faggot!" the man yelled punching Dahvie in the face.
"JAYYYYYY!" Dahvie screamed as he got punched in the stomach.
"SHUP UP OR I WILL KILL YOU! GOT IT?" the man threatened.
Dahvie whimpered as a response before being punched in the chest letting out another loud cry. Dahvie bit his tongue trying to stop him for calling for help so hard he cut his tongue. The man punched Dahvie square in the face giving him a blood nose. "HELP ME!" Dahvie cried out.
"LITTLE FUCKER!" the man yelled going to punch him in the face.
But before the man's fist connected with Dahvie's face someone grabbed his fist and spun him around slamming him onto the ground. "Dahvie...Dahvie.....DAHVIE are you okay?!?!" Jayy asked kneeling in front of Dahvie since Dahvie had slid down the wall when the man lost his pressure on him. Dahvie looked up at Jayy with blood dribbling down his chin. "Jayy...." Dahvie said croakily from screamin
Andley- A Georgian EncounterCC's P.O.VAndley- A Georgian Encounter3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I sat moodily in my new bedroom, staring out the window at the gloomy, rainy day. Me and my family had just moved here and within seconds of moving, I already hated everything about it. I sighed and turned around on my heels, facing the small, cluttered space of the bedroom that had been given to me. Boxes littered the sides of the room, some even piled high on my small single bed the walls looked bleak and grey, the paint slowly peeling off. I wrinkled my nose in distaste, Oh yeah I really hated this move, which was unusual for me as I was normally a bright, happy person that loved everything...except moving to grey, horrible, rainy places. If only there was something to do around here, something at least to lift my spirits. Suddenly one of the boxes toppled to the floor, the contents spilling out onto the old, wood floor. Curiously I peered at the spot where it had fallen, seeing nothing except mist, mist that was shaped oddly like a human. I took a cautious step towards i
Better Than MeTour had ended almost two weeks ago. And since then I'd hadn't seen or talked to Andy. Why one might ask? I'd made a horrible mistake on one of the last few days of our tour. I'd cheated on the boy I loved with a cheap whore.Better Than Me4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I think you can do much better than me
After all the lies that I made you believe
We'd been fighting that day and between the booze and anger, I didn't think. I'd managed to ruin almost six months of love and happiness in one drunken night. I'd hurt him so bad, I'd never seen anyone cry as hard as he did.
He wasn't even mad, just hurt. Devastated would be a better term. I was suppose to protect this boy; and make sure no one hurt him. He was my first and only love. Before I met him, I wasn't even sure I was capable of loving another person in a way that didn't involve being in between the sheets.
Guilt kicks in and I start to see
The edge of the bed
The rain outside hit the ground in heavy rain drops like bullets, fired from the heavens. The roar of thunder was th
Apologize (DahviexJayy)I'm holding on your ropeApologize (DahviexJayy)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Got me ten feet off the ground
And I'm hearing what you say
But I just can't make a sound
"Dahvie! PLEASE!" Jayy begged as he followed me like a lost puppy. I huffed and continued marching around the house in fury gathering my stuff. He grabbed my arm.
"Dahvie! Baby, I don't mean to hurt you! I can't control myself!" He sobbed. I know better than this!
"Honey, I can't take it anymore." I whispered as I shook my arm free. I heard him whimper as I walked away.
You tell me that you need me
Then you go and cut me down
~:: Flashback :~
"Dahvie, I love you so much." Jayy whispered in my ear. I smiled and nodded. Out of nowhere, he pinned me to the wall.
"Dahvie, what the hell?! When I say something, you need to say it back!" Jayy shouted in my face. I winced.
"I'm sorry baby." I whispered softly.
"Are you cheating on me?" He demanded. I began to cry.
"No! I love you and only you!" I sobbed. He scoffed.
"Yeah right!" He yelled and slapped me across the fac
Andley One-shotAndley One-shot3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It had been three weeks. I still hadn't got over the fact that he'd cheated and left me for that bitch. I slowly got up and walked over to my mirror. I looked like your typical teenage girl who had just gone through a breakup, even though I'm a 20 year old guy. I was in my Hello Kitty pyjamas, the ones that he bought me on our 1 year anniversary. I remember opening them in a crowded restaurant and squealing in delight. He had shown just as much happiness when he opened his Batman pyjamas. That was four years ago today. I had asked him what he'd wanted for our anniversary this year, but he said to not get anything too expensive. I now saw why. I felt so stupid; I had actually gone and bought a ring! I was going to propose to him today! A fresh wave of tears fell down my face as I remembered what had happened.
I was getting worried. Andy should have been back hours ago. He'd only gone to see his parents for a few hours. I would have gone with him but I had work and his dad didn't really
In The EndTo Whom It May Concern:In The End2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
So, this is how it ends. Drugged up, wrists slashed, sitting in a tub of my own blood because I couldn’t take it anymore. This wasn’t my time to go; I know that. I forced myself out of life because it was just too much, I just couldn’t do it anymore. What’s the point in living when all it brings is pain?
I suppose I owe an explanation, huh? Well, as I’m sure you remembered, Christian Mora passed away last fall. That’s where my problems started.
Chuppy was my dearest friend, and when I learned that he had been found dead in his apartment, wrists slashed down the river, I stopped talking. I shut myself up. I just wouldn’t speak. Not even to Ashley.
He had proposed, you know? The day before Christian died and oh, we couldn’t wait to tell everyone.
We made love that night, one of the last nights I was ever close to anyone.
But then Christian died...
I remember, one night, m
we are only waiting.you are ugly and beautiful and terrible and good. you are bob dylan, and i do not why or how (maybe it's the hair, or maybe it's your words). you are running down the highway with me, and we are breathing through our knees. ministers and pastors and preachers are hiding from us. our parents are mortified because we are nothing, not anything.we are only waiting.5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
our shirts are torn and have too many paint stains to be beautifully messed up, we are past beautifully messed up, we are just here.
we are only waiting for you to save enough money for a car, and we will be gone. everywhere we go i will show people the alphabet that is tattooed on my neck, and i will be a paragraph in their unsuccessful novels. and it will not matter (we will be gone).
Hair Dye: Frerard: Oneshot"Trust me, this is gonna be hilarious!" Mikey assured me, stifling his giggles as he pulled me into a crouching position behind a cupboard.Hair Dye: Frerard: Oneshot2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Besides for the two of us and Mikey's older brother Gerard, the Way house was empty. Mikey's parents had gone out for the night and Gerard was supposed to be "taking care" of the two of us. Fat chance with Mikey Way around.
Gerard was a little weird, no doubt about that. He never really spoke more than a few short words at a time and often in the middle of those rare words, he would just stop and stare off into space. Plus, every time I visited the Way house, he was always cooped up in his room. I had no idea what he did in there and whenever I asked Mikey, he just shrugged. I had never actually dared knock on Gerard's door to find out myself but I was willing to bet it was something all creative and artsy. At school, Gerard was always winning competitions. Whether it was for painting or for poetry, Gerard Way's name would be at the top of the list
2p!Neko!CanadaXPregnant!Neko!Reader'Hmmmmmmm.... what a lovely day~'2p!Neko!CanadaXPregnant!Neko!Reader2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A (F/C) cat thought as she lay, dozing in the sunlight that streamed gently through the window above her cat bed. You purred softly, enjoying the warmth of the sun as it stroked your (F/C) fur gently.
Feeling another weight settle down next to you, you gingerly turned over, making sure not to make any sudden movements so as not to disturb you precious cargo of a litter in your womb. Your head turned as you nuzzled the bigger male beside you, purring happily as he returned the movement with an affectionate lick.
You sighed contentedly as you gazed into the Mauve eyes of your mate, who was still grooming your soft fur with his rough tongue. Meowing, you started to get up from the bed, stretching languidly, your belly shifting with the movements and making it feel slightly uncomfortable for the kittens. A soft kick was your reprimand.
You turned around, seeing that Canacat was still lying there, looking at you in curiosity. "I'm a bit hungry, I'll be back
Remember..OURRemember..5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
fear is not in dying
in being forgotten..
singles.Cooper is twelve years old and a treasure in his tennis whites, and I am unremarkable, eleven, blurred at the edges like some uncertain shoreline. He only speaks to me because he sees Coach Drown's hands linger too long on my hips when he's teaching me topspins. We're pairing up, Cooper declares, claiming me from across the court with the wide end of his racquet. He spends the rest of practice serving straight down the line, aiming to concuss. Cooper Corentin plays tennis like we're in trenches. Come on, kid, fight back, he says. If I were a fucking truck, would you just stand there on the dotted line?singles.4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Coach Drown is a truck. Every Thursday afternoon, he rakes me over for roadkill, and I lie there bisected below him with the taste of gravel in my throat. I should be used to it by now, but sometimes he still catches me full in the nerves like headlights. I'm practicing my backhand these da
Andley Songfic thingyRules:Andley Songfic thingy3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
1) Pick a pairing you like.
2) Put your i-pod, or music source on shuffle or random.
3) Write a piece related to each song that plays. You only have a time frame of when the song starts to when it ends to finish the piece. No adding stuff afterwards! Do ten of these!
My Victims are Andy and Ashley.
1) My medicine - The Pretty Reckless
Andy reached for the little pot that held what would make him feel numb, help him forget the pain, if only for a while. His hand fumbled about on the shelf, until he found his sweet poison. He unscrewed the top hurriedly. But instead of finding what he expected he found a note. It read "Not today, I can't let you do this". He stood up, unsure of who had taken his precious pills. Suddenly he heard someone cough. He turned to see Ashley, standing there, holding another note. He handed it to Andy, whom read it hurriedly: "I can't let you do this because I love you"
2) Drug me to Hell - Murderdolls
Ashley stood sipping his drink, ignoring
1: Back To December (DahviexJayy)1: Back To December (DahviexJayy)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I'm so glad you made time to see me
Tell me how's your family
I haven't seen them in a while
You've been good
busier than ever
We small talk
Work and the weather
Your guard is up and I know why
I sighed as I got up to answer the door. I opened it and gasped at who was outside.
It was Jayy.
"Um....Hey Dahvs....." Jayy said awkwardly. I gulped.
"Uh.....H-Hi...." I stuttered. Jayy stared at his feet.
"Can I come in?" He whispered. I nodded.
"S-sure." I said. I stepped to the side so he could walk in.
"So...." He said awkwardly. I sighed.
"Hows college?" I asked, trying to start a mediocre conversation.
"Great! The classes took time to get used to, but I'm handling it." he said enthusiastically.
"That's good. What are you doing back? You didn't streak did you?" I questioned. He laughed.
"Not yet! I took a quick vacation. Didn't anyone tell you?" He asked. I face-palmed.
I'm sorry. I forgot." I laughed at myself.
"Its ok." He smiled
Life Is A PuzzleLife is a Puzzle.Life Is A Puzzle5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Each piece is scattered throughout our time here on Earth and it is up to us to find the pieces and place them exactly where they belong.
It will not be easy.
In fact we will not know what the pieces are or where they may be hidden.
It could be as simple as a revelation.
Or a random act of kindness.
Maybe in the shape of another human being who may teach us the meaning of something profound.
Perhaps a journey through a tumultuous time that will give us an insight to courage and hope.
It could be as simple as feeling the heat of the sun on our skin and at that precise moment revel in how warm and pleasing it feels.
As confusing as the wetness of a tear as it slides down your cheek to make you realize that you can cry when you are happy as well as sad.
Or an aroma so inviting that it can stir your senses to overload and enable you to feel an abundance of emotions ranging from ecstasy to fear.
Maybe it will be a moment in a memory that was placed in one's mind and then f
Song of the Wind - writtenSong of the Wind - written6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I dont remember when I became aware of the sound outside my room. Having been sleeping peacefully, the sound must have awoken me, yet I didnt feel as if I were awake. Odd that. The sensation of hearing something, not knowing what, and feeling still asleep yet knowing your awake. If I was but mortal I might have been afraid, but Im not. Not in this state of existence where an eternity is lived out in the time it takes for the sun to set and rise again. If you ask my kind they might well disagree, but this is my view of eternity. Every night is an eternity to be lived in the length from dark to light. No more and no less. But, I digress.
As I lay in my bed, the darkness in the room does not shield the shadowed light from outside, for it is already the night. The sound I hear is of something not usually of a routine I follow. Finally, I understand what it is Im hearing. The wind! Im hearing the wind, though not its usual sound. I listen for several more minut