Frerard :: Breakeven'Im still alive but Im barely breathingFrerard :: Breakeven6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Just prayed to a God that I dont believe in
Cause I got time while he got freedom
Cause when a heart breaks, no it dont breakeven'
I lay on my bunk in the tour bus feeling the sorrow that was creating so much pain. The sheets underneath me felt cold and new. I didnt normally sleep here, but I had to because it was too hard to think about why. I was alive barely; my breathing was slowed and shortened by my aching chest. I almost wished that my breathing would stop all together; then I would no longer be alive I would be free of this pain. Swear words and prayers rolled of my tongue as silent tears slid down my face. I dont believe in God or anything about religions, but as I uttered those prayers I kind of hoped he was real. I cant believe that while Im in here spending my time crying and in pain, hes out there getting a taste of freedom, not a tear was shed
The Angry TruthYou seem like a very angry child, they said to me. I laughed. I laughed in order to hide the painful truth of it.The Angry Truth6 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You seem like a very angry child, they said to me. I gave them a look. A look that said, I dont know what youre talking about; Ive never been happier. And that was the truth.
You seem like a very angry child, they said to me. And I denied it. Because isnt that the second stepor first step or something? Denial? Because theyll always deny the truth.
You seem like a very angry child. Thats what they told me, but they dont understand. They didnt understand then and I don't think they'll ever understand. Because the truth doesnt seem to be an understandable concept.
You seem like a very angry child. Thats what they always tell me, but how do I know that theyre not angry and theyre not just trying to hide it? Maybe they merely try t
Angry But why?Angry8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The angry girl never had any reason
to squeeze the t
s from her eyes and
scream until she felt her throat would tear
other than that
she felt like it.
So she did it anyway.
And didn't try to make sense of it.
Not so the angry woman.
drag along her teeth
and scrape the surface of her brain
but instead of screaming and crying
now she says
There's no reason for it…
But that doesn't mean
it's only as bad as you say.my heart beat still skips like stones. and i can almost see the breaks in the surface from where all these misconstrued feelings ripple out and dissipate. like drops of water on my window pane, bleeding together and streaming away. like dust in our airways, inhaled, exhaled and slowing settling until my whole world is covered with a thick layer of grime and i'm left wondering if this is what love is supposed to feel like.it's only as bad as you say.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
it is, right?
because otherwise, i'm shy of the mark and even shyer of finding something new to waste my time on since these lipsthey don't move as much as they should because i tend to let my heart do all the talking so that every mistake i make reverberates and quakes and these four walls i've built around me tumble down until there's nothing but debris. i'm left to clean up the mess. refortifying my bad decisions with better intentions that are still not quite as high as they used to be.
but maybe a lower wall will let the right things in.
the chances though
18 :: Waves - Frerard ::Eighteenth Word ~ Waves18 :: Waves - Frerard ::5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I sat on the beach looking towards the ocean, a scowl clear on my face. I was wearing board shorts and a top, but I was protecting the rest of my pale skin by lathering on sunscreen and covering myself with a towel. I can't believe Mikey actually convinced me to come here. I turned away from the sea; I couldn't stand looking at those waves any longer. Bad memories welled up inside of me as I remembered the power of those massive waves crashing on top of me. I almost drowned because of them! I quickly glanced back at them, but I regretted doing so. Waves looked so intimidation as they crashed onto the beach, creating a big roar. I flinched as I felt the cold, wet sea air whip at my face.
"Oh grow up Gee!" Mikey exclaimed, rolling his eyes at me.
I glared at him, taking my eyes of the ascending waves. Mikey ignored me and continued to look out at the sea I wish he would just let me leave already.
"Woah, that's was a big one!" he told me, pointing at a giant w
TreesTrees3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The secret life
of elm and oak
and thin white poplars -
on a winter night,
grazing the moon
like tapers in December.
I smell earth -
peat and cedar
and the indulgent bulge
crafting the air
like a smith
lost in his work.
Chestnuts bear an offering
and the yearning pall
of pine scents the sky
till it's thick with resin.
And they gather
with boughs and limbs
bent like priests at play,
roots tight as ancient drums
to ruminate on stories,
sinewed in fragrant bark
making merry where
the green bends back
It Gets BetterIt Gets Better4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My heart breaks as I look into the eyes
Of a person as utterly broken as you
Not knowing why the world casts you down
And makes you feel like shit too
They tell you that you're not worth
The ground that you walk on
They call you whatever they may
Always want to cast you down
It may seem like there's no way out
That things will never get better for you
But know that there are people out there
Who love you and support you, too
You don't have to feel like you're no one
Because you're special in the eyes
Of those who actually matter
Even though the masses will always try
To cast you down and keep you there
Just remember to rise back up
And soon the whole world will finally see
The truth of what I speak of
You're no less of a human being
Just because of who you love
You cannot help the way you are
So push back when they shove
Take the reigns of your own life back
Don't let them control you anymore
You're not less special than they are
So realize everything you were meant for
And always reme
Pathway To Rebellion - FrankIt all started one spring when Linda was only nineteen, a year after she'd graduated from high school. At that time she wasn't Mrs Iero, she was a young women who was looking forward to starting college the upcoming September and she was hoping for a bright and successful future. Her hopes began to die though when she began to get the symptoms for something that would change her life forever. To her it felt like her whole world fell apart when that test showed a little plus sign. She couldn't even think about it, even though it would ruin her chances of anything that she wanted, she could not kill a living thing. Through the shock that had taken over, she called her boyfriend and told him the fortunate news or unfortunate news. Frank Iero was twenty at the time and was both delighted and overjoyed at the news. Their parents weren't happy at all when they found out, but they agreed together that the best possible way was for the two to get married before the child was born.Pathway To Rebellion - Frank5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
AngryIt made me so angry,Angry5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When you said that,
The way that you did
I felt bile rise in my throat,
My heart was torn,
The moment you lied to me.
I want to go back,
To the happier times,
And forget the pain.
You can't change the truth,
You know the one,
That isn't supposed to hurt.
I am not sure why,
But every time you talk,
I feel like you're accusing me.
What did I do?
I wish someone would tell me,
So I could make it better.
I want someone to hold me,
Tell me it will all be alright,
Even if I know it won't.
In the end I do it myself,
Have to pick myself up,
And turn away from all this.
heart crossed.heart crossed.4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
"who's that kid?" i ask, pointing at the boy whose hair cannot decide if it is red or gold. he holds a basketball in his small hands, bouncing it, once, twice, before putting it through the hoop in a perfect arc.
"james," the counselor responds, and leans closer. "he's a foster kid, you know."
i don't know.
the boy turns at that moment and catches me watching him. unthinkingly i form my thumbs and index fingers into a heart and flash it at him. he nods to his teammates and leaves the court, climbing the bleachers to where i sit.
"did you see my shot?" he asks.
"yes." pause. "i'm kelsey."
"i know," he says, and runs back to his game.
at the end of the camp day i wave to the buses as they leave the parking lot. the final bus clicks and pops to life, and from the last seat i see james cup his hands into a heart and press it against the window at me. i fumble to free my hands and return the gesture, but the bus turns the corner and he is gone.
it doesn't take long for me to vow that if i
so kill me, mockingbirdi once said, listen up,so kill me, mockingbird4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because here's the way
it's going to work:
there will be milky ways
and mountains and clouds
dancing with rain,
the sun won't quite
look the same, and the moon
won't seem so dull.
i once said, come closer,
because there's something
that you need to know:
at night we'll breathe
against each other, move
with each other,
and our delirious melodies
will wake the waves
and shake the stars.
i once said, stay here,
don't go, never ever
but here i am now,
eating my words
from a silver platter.
Three Cheers for Chormaklaine"Daddy! Papa! Daddy! Papa! Wake UP!!" Chord and Harmony jumped on the side of their dads' bed. Then they dove onto the big mound in the center of the bed that was their fathers.Three Cheers for Chormaklaine3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Harmony started rapidly shaking Blaine screaming, "Wakey, wakey Daddy!" Blaine then grabber her by the waist and pulled her down and started tickling her.
Chord lay on top of Kurt and started poking his face whispering, "Papa. Wake up!" Kurt crinkled his nose and sat up. Chord then climbed on his lap and rested his head on Kurt's chest. Kurt then hugged his son and gently started rocking them both.
Blaine was tickling Harmony so much that in between her giggles she was gasping. Kurt then said, "Blaine! Stop that right now! Let our daughter breath!"
Blaine stopped, and both of them shot innocent smiles in Kurt's direction. Harmony might have been Kurt's biological daughter, but sometimes she reminded him so much of Blaine it was spooky.
"Well," Kurt began, "Daddy and I would like to be the firsts to say "
Blaine's story 8I had just gotten out of the shower in fact my curly hair was still wet andI was only wearing a towel rapped around me. IBlaine's story 84 years ago in Romance More Like This
walked out of theon suite to see Nick, Thas, David, wes and Jeff all in the dorm room.
"What are you doing in hear" I cried pulling the towel tighter around me
"sorry Blainey, I had to show them" said Jeff
"show them what" I snapped
Jeff smiled "your voice" he said simpley
"erm still not folowing" I said
Wes let out a huge sigh as if it was so simpel "your singing voice, He knew you would be in the shower now so he invited us
all over to hear you sing Katy Perry"
I stared at them they were looking at were looking at me like this was totally normal "you didn't think that thats werid, I
mean you could have just asked" I sad feeling a little vialated
"not are styel" said Nick laughing a little
"so Blaine we were going to ask you if you would like to join the Warblers as are new lead singer" said Wes I sat there feeling shocked. Did I hear them right, lead singer.
Kiss me where it's sore 1Chapter 1: "It's Cancer"Kiss me where it's sore 12 years ago in Romance More Like This
Kurt fidgeted a little as he sat on the hard plastic of the waiting room chair. He was unable to keep still as he waited. He felt liked he'd been sat there for hours, though in reality it could of only of been 20 minutes at the most. He hated hospitals, he hated the atmosphere, the smell. He hated the waiting rooms the most. It was the middle of the summer and it was hot out. There where moms and dads there with little children who where sat playing with toys. A old man sat there coughing and spluttering. Kurt wanted to ask if he was okay but the mad looked Kurt up and down and scowled as if he was something nasty on the bottom of his shoe. Kurt took out his phone and tired to look busy. "Kurt Hummel?" said a deepish voice from above him. He looked up to find a doctor there. He gave the young boy a kind smile and Kurt gave him one back trying to seem as confident as he could "could you like to follow me?" he asked.
Kurt stood up clutching his shoulder bag. He f
Anything For Your Smile pt2Kurt couldn't help blushing as his new boyfriend was escorting him home, and Blaine had noticed.Anything For Your Smile pt24 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"What's the rouge for, darling?" Blaine was chuckling a bit, smiled and winked, making his own face turn red.
"Well," Kurt had to clear his throat, "it's my dad. He's always known that I was gay, even before I told him, but..." He didn't want to say what was on his mind, even though the thought had been nagging at him since Blaine volunteered to walk Kurt home.
Blaine sighed, but gave a reassuring smile, gently intertwining his own fingers with Kurt's. "I understand that you're worried about your dad's reaction to you actually bringing another boy home."
Kurt raised an eyebrow, and all Blaine did was wink to melt him into another blush fest. "Let's just say that MY father was quite surprised, considering I was quite the Ladies' Man in his eyes. He wanted to believe that I was like him in every way..." His eyes fell to the ground, an odd new feeling in the air, making both boys feel a bit un
HeroesShe's not beautiful and he's not sure why he risks life and limb for her.Heroes3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
In a free world - one without a barbed wire barrier where it doesn't matter what side of a wall you live on - he probably wouldn't have given her the time of day. She has thick eyebrows and a heavy accent and speaks better English than German, though she can hardly be considered fluent in either. Always seen in yesteryear's coat and a shabby pair of boots, though that probably isn't her fault, she visits the fence and stares at the world beyond with eyes that seem too old for her face. He learns through a mutual friend that her name is Liesel and that she has tried eighteen times to cross. The only thing holding her back is her little brother Otto and the fact that the Allies killed her father, uncle and older cousin.
They should never have met. He was visiting the East on business and she was working overtime and somewhere along the line she spilt coffee down him before bursting into tears. She mopped at
IrresistibleI loved working on glee but it was so messy. I sighed looking at the mirror, I was in the trailer room on the set of glee. I wiped the blue slush put of my hair with a towel. I heard a knock at my trailer door. I didn't want to see me like this so I just ignored it and carried on rubbing my hair with the towel trying to get the worst of it out before I showered.Irresistible4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Chris I know your in there open up I want to talk to you" said Darren from just out side the trailer
I sighed and walked over to the door and opened it.
Darren smiled and raised a eyebrow "blue hair, different but I gotta say I liked Di's pink hair better"
I pulled my tough out at him and he played mock hurt. Darren was still wearing his Blaine style cloths Green shirt and a darker green bow tie. I was wearing my Kurt style cloths seriously fashionable but now stained blue. Darren started picking Blue chunks of ice out of my hair like a chip picking fleas out of some ones hair. I just laughed and pushed him away. I liked worki
what happened Klaineine! " Wes ran into the room, pausing for a moment to catch his breath.what happened Klaine4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Blaine didn't move, he just continued to lay on his side and stare out the window, "What?" not a single note of curiosity in his voice.
The impact of the words felt like a punch in the stomach, tears stung Blaines eyes and he worried for a moment that he might be sick.
"When...when?" was all Blaine managed to get out, his throat constricting, tears burning down his cheeks.
" Just now... Dude seriously aren't you going to do anything?" David asked, his frustration with his friend very evident.
Blaine slowly sat up on his bed, and turned to face his friends in the doorway, "What can I do, he hates me... I thought that that much was evident. Even if I did try to do something I wouldn't expect him to listen."
Wes and David stared, slightly shocked at the tears but more so at the note of complete resignation in Blaines quivering voice.
"So thats it then..." Wes started, rage fi
Love And WarShe had been standing on the corner.Love And War4 years ago in Settings More Like This
I watched her from afar, quietly gazing in awe.
Until one day, I finally made a move,
And with that, she let me take her home.
I watched the shadow of her form sway,
As she moved in the light with me,
Dancing under my touch, directing her silently.
A smile creasing my lips.
I quickly charge her in the moment.
With all of the excitement around us,
Our tempo picked up as the event drew shouts,
Her body under my touch, in my fingers, felt amazing.
But, the time came quicker than anticipated.
The demand was there in my eyes, looking for reliability.
I used my finger, squeezing periodically, eying the result,
Listening as each climax took her, every time.
Later, walking along in the moonlight,
Patrolling the sector we were assigned,
Waiting for the Hindu-Kush ninjas in black pajamas,
To ambush our position in the moonlight.
A Marine, my buddy, turns and asks me how it was.
I shrug, thinking of that time; taking rounds and shooting back.
"She is good,
best friends brother"KURT, HEY KURT" I heard Rachel one of my best friends call from behind me. I spun around to face her wondering what insane ides she has come up with for glee club this time. Rachel gave he her 1000 wat show biz smile, That could only mean bad thingsbest friends brother3 years ago in Romance More Like This
I smiled at her "yes Rachel, what insanity have you come to tell me of?" I asked
Rachel rolled her big brown eye's "We need to talk" she stated
oh boy "about what?" I asked worried Rachel grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the chore room. I didn't fight her of Rachel. may be small but she could fight like a wild cat and I knew there was no way I could win with her when she goes all girl crazy like this. Once we arrived in the choir room she pushed me down on to a chair.
"we need to talk about my brother" she said
I frowned "OK why couldn't we talk about Blaine out there" I said gesturing to the corridor.
Rachel shook her head as if this was a horrendous idea
"what no way", snapped Rachel "we have to talk in privet and you can
A History of PurgatoryFor more than a millennium purgatory's souls wallowed in despair while chaos and confusion ruled the realm. As a dark and barren pit, no sun lit the gray sky and no water gave life to the dry ground.A History of Purgatory4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Souls appeared one by one as they died on Earth. They lingered in purgatory, weeping and cowering, until demon underlings dragged them to the pits of hell. The souls wasted their limited days huddled together for fear of the demons' frequent visits.
One soul broke apart. A soldier. Broad and standing tall in his gleaming armor, he held his spear at the ready and stood watch over the souls. He knew no other course of action.
As always the demon underlings returned to claim more souls. Three feet tall and hairless, the handful of gray and black imps scurried across the land and snickered to themselves.
The soldier bellowed a war cry and charged the creatures.
Startled by this first ever challenge, the underlings scattered, fleeing the enraged warrior and his spear.
Emboldened by the display,
The Letter WriterHe was a letter writer.The Letter Writer3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Written letters had long become a thing of the pastafter all, why would one write when one could receive instant gratification through an electronic device? All of these things made life so much easier.
In fact, Alan lived in a time where most people didn't know how to write. Everyone was proficient in reading, of courseafter all, one had to read the daily screen to know the news and things that were going on. And all children learned how to type before they were five years old. But writing was not something that was used anymore, and it had become almost socially unacceptable to write anything. It wasn't against the law, but it certainly was frowned upon.
But Alan wrote anyway. The gift of handwriting and penmanship had been taught to him from his father, and his father and his father before him. At the time of his great grandfather, being unable to write had been considered illiterate. Pens and pencils, which had literally become obsolete, were ver