Streets of gold chpt.4Streets of gold chpt.44 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Streets of Gold
"You're way too young to fall apart...
The house was empty. Quiet. Dark.
Just how I liked it.
But I trusted Tom on his word, he'd be back. I know he would be. He doesn't seem like the kind of guy to let you into his heart then forget you... He seems different. In a good, kind way. Not the bad, bitchy, douche bag way. If he was like that, I wouldn't even have gotten near him, much less kissed him.
Hell, did I really kiss him? A boy? I've never even kissed a girl! But a boy? My God... I've changed too much just by meeting him.
I sighed deeply and sat down in front of the couch yeah, you heard me. In front of it. I stared down at the floor for the longest time. What was I thinking when I asked him over? What the hell was I even letting run through my damn mind. Ugh... But what if I was right, what I thought of last night? What if he is cheating on someone, with me? Of all people in Germany, Europe, the WORLD. Me? Why me? Am I that special? Am I reall
MurdocX2D - A big tour ch 18How long had it been? Three months? Three, almost four months since 2D left Kong studios. The whole place wasn't the same at all without the blue haired singer. He was a part of the place. He was a part of the band. He was a big part of their FAMILY. None of the band members had the feeling to do anything. Noodle had spent the most of her time by looking out through the window like a puppy that waited for its owner to come home and play with it. She had waited like crazy for several hours every day for the singer to come back. Sometimes when she wasn't looking through the window every fifth minute she used to walk into the singer room and lay down on his bed. She used to fall asleep there and later the drummer had to come and pick her up and carry her back to her own room. Russel felt horrible to see the poor girl suffer like that. He had tried his best to make Noodle feel better. He always used to walk up to her and ask her how she felt and suggested different things they could do togMurdocX2D - A big tour ch 184 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Murdocx2D Yaoi Story pt. 28~~~~Big day~~~Murdocx2D Yaoi Story pt. 284 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
2D was sleeping soundly in his room when he suddenly felt a shaking on his shoulder. "Uhn?" What was that? WHO was that?! "Wot?...'o?" He didn't open his eyes. "...Stop shakin' me!" A giggle sounded and the shaking stopped. Noodle. "Noodle-luv...wot're ya doin' in meh room?" He rubbed his eyes sleepily. The young guitarist smiled. "It's big day today, 2D-kun!" She started to pull him up from the bed. "You must get ready!" 2D blinked several times, trying to make up fast enough. "Wot?!" Was it really the day to get married?! A giant smile showed on his face. "Woo!" He sat up straight, ignoring the small pain from the still healing gash in his stomach. Noodle jumped back in surprise.
"2D-kun. I help you with outfit, yes?" The singer smiled and nodded. "Yeah...sure ya can , Noods." He got up of
Murdocx2D Yaoi story pt 11~~~~~1 week later~~~~Murdocx2D Yaoi story pt 115 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Whoa, D! That's a lot of food." Russel gawked at the table covered in breakfast food. The singer, blowing on his pancakes, looked up at the drummer. "Oh, ello." Russel walked over to the table and sat down. "Yo, you're eatin' quite a bit of food, this mornin'." 2D blinked at him and looked down at his plate. "Well...I-Um...OH! Hi, Muds!" The bluenette waved at the bassist walking into the kitchen. "Hey..'D." He lazily waved back, heading for the fridge, then looked over at the table. "Holy bollocks! Ya think ya got enough food there, mate?" 2D frowned. "It isn' dat much food." Murdoc scoffed. "Russel doesn't even eat that much, 2D." Hurt showed on the singer's face. "Yer callin' meh fat, den?" Murdoc's smile faded. "Wait, no! Yer as skinny as a twig!" The singer pushes away his plate and got up from his chair, only to be pushed back down by Murdoc. "Jus' eat..." Russel shook his head and grabbed a bag of chips, heading back to his room. Looking to make
SexualityWhy is it that it's okay for a man and a woman a boy and a girl to kiss in public, or two women to lock lips onstage, where if it were two men, it just wouldn't be accepted? Don't say it's not true, because it is. It's okay for Madonna and Britney or Madonna and Christina or Kylie and Ana Matronic to kiss onstage, but when Adam Lambert kisses his guitarist, it's unacceptable. It's an abomination. "What if our children saw that?" "Oh, we're so sorry, overly-concerned extreme Christian American. We'll fine the network and scold Mr Lambert, even if it was after the watershed. Meanwhile, treat your undoubtedly emotionally scarred children to a game of Call Of Duty or Grand Theft Auto. We'll make sure all of our guests suppress themselves from now on."Sexuality5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It's pathetic. Let people express themselves. You need to let your children to grow up to be tolerant and strong, not
Murdocx2D Yaoi Story pt. 32Artist's comment: I can't believe I couldn't think of ANYTHING good. I literally spent 2 weeks restarting this over and over. And still nothing good came out of it. Fuck...I'm so sorry...There will be things that I look forward to writing out...but it'll take some time to get to them...I'm filling in the boring stuff as much as I can. Forgive me. :CMurdocx2D Yaoi Story pt. 324 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Wot the fuck happened?" A distant, muffled voice asked. Murdoc's voice. "Well...we DID get along for the first few minutes...and then...it turned rotten real fast. David--" Rachel's voice was cut off quickly. "Oh! It's always David! If he's got a problem wit' me, then me and him'll talk it out! He needs to leave Stuart out of it!" The bassist was getting angry. "I know..." A quiet growl. "Where the fuck is he, anyway?" There was a pause. "At work. Stuart's in here."
A door opened and light blin
Murdocx2D Yaoi story pt 20I decided to stop dilly-dallying and get right to the birthMurdocx2D Yaoi story pt 205 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
~~~~The big day~~~~
It's been nearly a whole month since the last ultrasound, and 2D was tired of the being inside of him. He was so tired of the kicking as well as the cramps he got FROM the kicking. As he sat on the couch in the Winne, his mind began to roam again. The diaper changing, the child bathing, teaching her manners. "Ugh!" He just wasn't ready. His eyes focused on the clock on the wall, his mind still racing. "Everybody's here wif me...got no camera to see...don' fink 'm all in dis world...da camera won'--" He cut himself off with a yawn. His attention turned to the door as it swung open and the bassist stepped in with a plastic bag. "Oh, 'ey Muds." The bassist smiled and handed the singer the bag. "I jus' went to Taco Bell." Digging into the bag, 2D quickly unwrapped a taco and bit into it. "Mmm. Fanks Muh-doc!"
incendiaryit was the city -- you know, a self-contained organism, a microcosm of reality in which we all take part. it's like a play, with our very orchestrated roles rehearsed perfectly until we can pull them off as smooth as ice.incendiary4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
it doesn't matter which city, because really, they're all the same -- paris, milan, barcelona...lawrence, pittsburgh, atlanta.
what matters is only that we were in the city. i was myself, playing the role of a love-struck jeweler, praying i could find just the right gem to put on my lover's finger someday, and she was herself, playing the role of sara.
sara, my love; sara, my heart; sara, the snow beneath my feet, the ice begging for me to slip
but still, we were here. glimpses of this city swallow my hunger -- i might never eat again if this were my home, the way it filled me up. but the moment i broke eye contact with this entity, this city with its glittering skyline, i felt the hollows in me ache again.
it felt rig
Animal CrueltyHow many times have animals attacked you for no reason? How many times have they fed you something like beer to get a good laugh? How many times do they lock you up with no food because you messed up once? When did they hit you and kicked you just because they had a bad day? Oh I'm sure they put you in a box and drove you somewhere then left you, didn't they? They probably put you outside in the cold for hours, I'm sure. Yeah right! Have you ever had a dog? I've never had a cat, but I have had dogs. I have two, Finnigan and Lou. They are some of my best friends. I love when they come up to me and keep bothering me til I pet them. I am disgusted by the treatment some animals get. These pets just want a home, a family, and most importantly love. Love! Now I know some people are mistreating their pets. You might know some. Please stop it. How many of you want to be left in a box on the side of some street in the rain?Animal Cruelty8 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
First day att the NESTI still can't believe how I got here. Sitting on an military truck on my way to an top secret Military base with an American uniform and an weird mark on my left shoulder that says NEST.First day att the NEST3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This uniform feels so weird and the clothes I got feels so much softer that the Swedish Military clothes does, I guess it feels better on the skin but I'm just not use to it. Even the smell on the uniform and everything that is Military here smells different and for some reason it bugs me.
Everything went so fast when I got that call from the Swedish army that America needed me for an mission to guard something top secret and I was the only one who could do it. Sounds like an joke but I accepted the mission, So far I have always accepted almost every mission I get. The only reason why I don't accept an Mission is when I'm really, really ill.
They didn't tell me so much about this mission, not even where it is. They just picked me up from the F7 military base in Sweden with that Hercules plane there I h
Christmas Carols: A Led Zep Fic: Part 1Christmas Carols: A Led Zep Fic: Part 14 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
December 23rd, 2006...
"That's a wrap." said Robert, putting down his headphones. "Everything's sounding good. I'm heading home."
"Already?" Jimmy muted his guitar with his palm. "It's only 11:00."
"We've been here since noon, Jimmy. I can't pull these all-nighters anymore, and besides..."
"Besides what? I thought you WANTED to do this reunion."
"Well yeah..." Robert sighed, "...but you know... it's Christmas eve tomorrow."
"Oh." Jimmy scowled and began plucking out a tune on the guitar. Robert sat in silence for moment, and then spoke up again.
"I'd really like to start the drive home tonight so I can be home with the family in the morning."
"I suppose you would, wouldn't you?" Jimmy sneered. "I also suppose that means you won't be coming in to rehearse tomorrow."
"It's only once a year, Pagey."
"There are only so many days in a year, Robert, and there are so many hours in day. Each hour wasted is money."
Robert laughed. "Oh listen to you. You with more mon
WITH THOSE WORDS -FTM-Once when she was little, she saw a boy in her own face. She saw him when she stared in the mirror, when she gazed deep into her eyes. She knew he was there, but she didn't know how or why. Every time she saw him, he was always so happy. She thought he was even a more attractive person than she was. She often wondered if anyone else could see him when they looked into her eyes. She was afraid people would find her strange if she asked and they couldn't see him, but she wondered if maybe somebody had someone else living inside their eyes too. She told her parents about this boy who was living in her. Her mother told her it was impossible. Her father said it could never happen. This confused her. She was sure he was there, she knew it! Her parents told her not to tell anyone else about it and to keep it to herself, so people wouldn't think she was crazy. She was sad, but kept it to herself for many years. When she was in junior high school, she kept quiet. She didn't speak of the boy thaWITH THOSE WORDS -FTM-5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
if you're an ocean, then i'm drowning.You are a calculated mistake if you're an ocean, then i'm drowning.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
something that I've known is wrong from the very start. And I wake up next to you every morning lately, praying that your split lips don't sink me even though I know it's too late.
You're already taking me under, because, baby
you're heavy like hurricane. Like a thousand drops of rain pounding down on my shoulder blades. You're seeping into my skin and into my bloodstream. It's only a matter of time until you spread to my heart.
It's too late. I'm already drowning in you.
It's too late, but god, I cannot love you.
You're like the last boy I kissed
which means I should already be working on forgetting the exact way your fingertips press into my hipbones or how my name sounds curled up in your mouth and the way you like to speak it so careful like a secret like if you said it too loud, I could get away from you. Like you want to keep me. But mostly I should forget you.
And sometimes, I try, but right now, I'm calculating the
YellowMy parents bought a little two-bedroom house when they first got married. It was run down, falling apart, but most importantly: cheap.Yellow5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Two years later, my mother fell pregnant with me. She immediately abandoned her job for some plaster and paint and set about decorating the untouched spare room. She splashed pastel yellow across the walls, replaced the dingy carpet and kitted out the room with furniture.
Sixteen years after my birth, and the yellow paint is flaking off the walls revealing the kiwi green beneath. I can peel back the corners of the carpet to reveal the worn underlay and half rotten floorboards. I can examine the fringe of my cream curtains where the bright yellow hasn't been bleached by the sun. The room is, more or less, unchanged. It has merely lost its sheen, much like the inhabitant of it.
I remained an only child; filling my days with quiet solitary games and elaborate stories whispered under my breath. My isolation only increased as I grew too big for the room that
the girl with love in her bonesHer lips are a smoky colorthe type of chapped things with paled, cracked edges and words hanging off, clothed by the least incessant whines and the most liberating cries. They're somewhat extended and exemplified through the cigarette in her moutha thin figure held between the sticks of her fingers with filtered lips of its own, ashing edge, a paled body, and a slow burning with every breath. The grayed portions fall off in a dirty, snow rubble on the sidewalk, burning into it, leaving small holes by her feet.the girl with love in her bones4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I don't understand," I say.
She sighs, breath coming out white, warm in the icy air. "It's a human thing." Her eyes are red, raw around the skin, and her corneas glint blue above the thick smoke, like a cat'sexcept it wasn't darkness, but the exhaust of flameclouds before morning rain, the lights of a city blaring through the smog of night.
"I still don't understand."
"It's liberating," she says, and I can see her eyes on mine. Her nose is flushed red lik
Christmas Carols: A Led Zep Fic: Part 6Christmas Carols: A Led Zep Fic: Part 64 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
They flew over the landscape, the stars above them. The sea below them, and a whole lotta unanswered questions between them.
Jimmy spoke up, as they glided along. "So... just a question, if you don't mind me asking?"
"Yeah?" grunted Peter.
"Don't take this the wrong way, Peter... but how did YOU manage to get into heaven?"
"Why, Pagey? You don't think I'm a good guy?" Grant prodded, not looking at Jimmy.
"Oh, no, you're FANTASTIC, Peter. There's no doubt in my mind about that, but-"
"Then what's the trouble? It takes more than a few dirty words and busted heads to send a man to Hell, Pagey."
"I'm still not convinced..." Jimmy said cautiously. "You've never really been an idyllic image of spiritual salvation, Grant."
"Alright, alright, you REALLY wanna know? I'll tell you. Arms racing, Pagey, arms racing. As much as it twisted God's titties to have me in heaven, he wanted me out of Hell even worse."
"Why? WHY? I was in charge of YOU tosspots for twelve years. If I can
the easiest thingSometimes, it seems like the easiest thing to do would be to get over you, but things that sound simple are rarely so when put in the proper context. It's okay though, since I still feel my heart beating every night before I go to sleep so I know that I'll make it. That you haven't quite won. At least not in the sense that I'm through fighting.the easiest thing5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Sometimes, it seems like the easiest thing to do would be to give up. I'm more of a lover than a fighter and more of a coward than a hero. But the thing is I'm through just lying down and taking whatever the world throws at me. You told me to try harder and I swear I am. So if I thought I could fix anything, I'd drive halfway across the country just for another chance. I'd give my last breath if you wanted it, but you don't so I'm rerouting a new course that doesn't keep diverting me into these endless turns of unrequited love. I'm finding a different way even if it means giving up this map and forgetting all my plans. This is what forgiveness s
TimeTime3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Its the waiting that kills; don't ya know?
Time stops. The walls rot.
Waiting is a murderous thing.
But if nothing comes from it; what's the point?
But if something comes from it... Well; the battle is only part of the risk.
Pretty Cure Christmas Story: Chapter 1Pretty Cure Christmas Story: Chapter 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 1: NagiHono
For a long time now, the thought has passed my mind. There is a high chance she would say "no." There is a high chance she would just think I'm weird and leave me alone, like Kagami did in grade school. If I told her my true feelings for her, I might lose Nagisa forever and that's what scares me the most right now.
As of late, I've been thinking of Nagisa as more than friends. I've seen her work hard to become who she wants to be. Her determination to get any job done when she's serious about it; I've seen that too. More times than anyone since it shows whenever we fight as pretty cure.
Kagami is the only one I can talk to about this, only because she's my best friend. My very first friend, even before Fujimura. Back then and now, she was always there for me.
Speaking of which, I'm with Kagami and Hikari at Akane's shop right now. Hikari was really busy to even take a break to talk with us. Kagami turned to me, asking "Hey, are you goin
Symbols and Smartasses: A Led Zep FicSymbols and Smartasses: A Led Zep Fic4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"You know, if you stare at your hands long enough, they start to change colour... have you ever noticed that?"
Robert lifted his head to see if the bassist was paying attention. He had his head emerged in a book, as usual. Reading. Move along, Robert. Nothing to see here.
"Hm?" came a minimally-attentive grunt.
"Have you ever noticed that?"
"Nevermind." Robert sighed. "Why are you always reading when I try to talk to you?"
"Why do you always try to talk to me when I'm reading?" Jonesy replied, without batting an eye.
"Why can't you just answer me like a normal human being instead of answering me with more questions all the time?" Robert growled. "That's something smart-asses do to make life difficult for everyone."
No reply. Jonesy was back in his book, and Robert was alone again. Bonzo never pulled this shit on him. Bonzo would agree with him. Bonzo would start staring at his hands right away, and then reply in that thundering voice of his, "Bloody fuck, R
shhh.the chair i'm sitting on is hard, old and rocks under my movements like a rocking chair, except i know it's not a rocking chair, but an antique on loose heels. when i fidget, i trace my fingers through the cracks in the arms and legs, my wet, sick and clammy fingers sticking out against the mahogany.shhh.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
when he talks to me, his chapped lips move with the wrinkles around his eyes, the scruff plaguing the skin around his mouth like weeds. his voice is scratchy, the smoke coming out from his nose and mouth almost too smooth against the black of his eyes. they should be watery - like mine - but they're dry, tame from the countless years of smoking.
when he sits down across from me, the chair screeches against the marble floors and his suit furrows under his lean arms and rides up around his ankles. he's still young, i realize, despite the wrinkles and tired bags hanging under his eyes. he may even be in his twenties, give or take a few years.
one of my hands are fondling the small, silver spo
VentShe whimpered as she held her arms and curled into a ball on her bed. Recalling the long and painful day of school, she wished she could push it from her mind. She pulled herself up and stared at the razor she had previously clutched in her hand and the red that slowly pooled in the palm of her hand. She bit her lip to hold back another whimper as she slid the razor across her wrist. Her cheeks, which were raw and pink from her screaming and crying earlier stung as new tears found their way into the world. She pushed the blade harder, hoping this wondrous new pain would blot out her old ones like an eclipse. Maybe she would fall asleep and when she woke up, everything would be fixed. Maybe she wouldn't have to remember her pain any longer and could let it go. Maybe she wouldn't have to think about a better outlook on life, but would have one. Maybe...everything...Vent3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Needle and the Damage Done 3Needle and the Damage Done 34 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Robert! Robert wake up!"
"Jesus Christ, Robert, you fucking scared me."
My heart was pounding against my ribs. I sat up and combed my hair back with my fingers. My forehead was sweating. My eyes were tired but darted towards the clock with haste. It was five o'clock in the afternoon. I'd been sleeping since eight that morning. I looked back to Jimmy and tried to catch my breath. Yeah, I had been having nightmares, but the second Jimmy woke me up, they'd vanished completely, leaving me with a sick sense of fear in my gut.
"You scared me," he said again, looking at me with concern. He was already dressed in his white dragon outfit for tonight. I couldn't see his eyes through his aviators, and I felt disconnected as my dream haze still clung to my mind.
"Shit," I said, finally getting a hold of myself. "What happened?"
"I fell asleep after you, then I woke up to you screaming--"
"Fuck, I gotta get ready," I shot, pushing myself out of bed, trying to leave behind the sick feeling