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I'm writing THREE NEW FICS AT ONE TIME! :iconepiclaplz:
-P!ATD fic :iconbrendonlaplz:
-AFI contest fic :icondaveylaplz:
-BIRTHDAY FIC FOR NITRICBLISS!
If you haven't noticed, I AM REALLY HYPER!!! HUZZAH!!! :iconepiclaplz:
SO LET'S GET THESE TEEN HEARTS BEATING FASTER, FASTERRRR! :iconlawooplz:
I Heard a Voice: 3I Heard a Voice: 33 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"...So this is how it ends, then?" The man smiled sadly, his soft brown eyes brimming over with tears.
"No...this is just the beginning."
Once underground, it didn't take long for Davey's eyes to adjust to the darkness. Jinxx had led him down into a series of tunnels, twisting catacombs that carried the two men further into the warm embrace of darkness, away from the frozen garden that remained above them. Along each side of the stone path, flames jumped up from shallow trenches, throwing grotesque shadows against the cold grey walls.
The tunnels soon branched off, leaving only one path. There were no flames along this path, though...rather, it twisted off into complete darkness.
"Come on," Jinxx murmured when he noticed the look of hesitation on Davey's face. "We're almost there."
"You mean it?"
"Yeah...follow me." The violinist disappeared into the dark tunnel, a flicker of black and white vanishing before Davey's eyes.
It's just a dream, so I can't die...I can't
I Heard a Voice: 2I Heard a Voice: 23 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"You could've told me, Davey. You could've trusted me."
"I couldn't trust anyone...I'm sorry."
It was still snowing when Davey awoke. He could feel the individual flakes, saturating his clothes and clinging to his eyelashes.
You're still alive, Davey...you're still alive. It's just a dream...you're just dreaming again.
The violin was still playing, closer and louder than ever, and Davey reluctantly opened his eyes.
It's just a dream, only a dream....
A man stood roughly 10 feet away from him, his ghostly pale skin streaked with black, and his long raven hair blowing about in the cold wind. The man hadn't noticed Davey's presence yet, his eyes remaining closed as he played his song. A makeup-stained tear trailed down his pale face, and a sorrowful smile played upon his black-painted lips as he gracefully pulled the bow across the strings.
"...Hello?" Davey's voice cracked as he spoke, confusion and fear painting his words as he struggled to sit up. He had somehow end
Angel, Don't You Cry.Come on angel,Angel, Don't You Cry.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don't you cry.
Don't cry for me,
Believe these words I say to you.
It gets better.
I know you feel alone
I'm struggling to find you,
To break the ropes that bind you
To a ghost you used to know.
But I can't find you, dear
Don't leave me now.
I can't make it...
You caress my heart,
then break it.
Saints, Protect Her Now"Little girl little girl, why are you crying?"Saints, Protect Her Now3 years ago in Drama More Like This
A teenage girl with thick, curly brown hair rolled over in her sleep, the words of a distant melody drifting into her dreams. The air was heavy and stifling, laced with sand and dust, and the moon was just a pale sliver in the sky, a mocking grin. It was another dreary night, accompanied by yet another dream, or a vision the girl was never quite sure what it was.
She knew the voice Party Poison. Gee Gerard.
She knew the song Little Girl, by Green Day.
They didn't belong together, though they didn't fit. This wasn't right.
"Inside your restless soul, your heart is dying ."
The man continued to sing, his back turned to the girl. He had the appearance of an apparition, a blurred silhouette in the suffocating twilight. His red hair stood out against the blackness, and a single, thin ray of starlight cast his shadow across the barren ground.
" Party?" The girl whispered, her lips softly form
Ravens and Writing Desks.Alice, darling, will you fetch me a penRavens and Writing Desks.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And some paper? For here is where our story begins.
This fluorescent blood, these spiderweb veins,
They're what make us twisted,
Come sit with me, love, at my writing desk
This is where dreams are created,
Feared and enjoyed.
Do not mind the ravens,
They sing for you, Alice;
Whilst words sing of beauty,
Their whispers like rain,
The ink cries sweet nothings,
They all sing for you, dearest
Sighing and screaming your name.
And then there is nothing.
their songs fade to silence
As technicolor tears stream down my face
As I cry for kindness,
For r a v e n s and w r i t i n g d e s k s
MamaMama (oneshot)Mama4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Drinks all around!" Hoots and hollers rise from the din of the crowded bar, and a group of servicemen raise their glasses of gin.
"A toast to Mother War," one of them shouts over the noise. "Let's thank her for the weapons and fatalities!"
"The sleepless nights!"
"And all the alcohol we can drink in a night!"
Laughter ensues as one of the young men throws his head back and drains his shot glass.
Life could be miserable for these poor recruits, but they refuse to think about it. If they think too much, you see, it'll surely make them cave in; that's why they've stopped thinking.
Because they all know it comes down to me.
I hate seeing them like this. Cursing like fiends, getting drunk and passing out before the night's over...haven't they learned any manners? Or does courtesy not matter when they know their lives could end tomorrow?
Of course, I know which ones will die already. For example, the young man standing over there, kissing the pretty br
A Killjoy Carol: Jingle BellsDashing through the sandA Killjoy Carol: Jingle Bells4 years ago in Humor More Like This
In a desert wonderland
running from the dracs,
Come on, take my hand!
Christmas time is here
So let's all spread some cheer!
Deck the halls, break down the walls,
And open up a beer!
Oh, jingle bells, jingle bells, we've got dracs to slay!
Oh what fun it is to sing and laugh along the way! HAHAHA!
Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way!
And don't forget the Powerpup we'll share on Christmas day!
The Anatomy Of FallingTwisting, twirling,The Anatomy Of Falling3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Slowly unfurling in your arms
Singing and sighing,
Collapsing in perfect unison as we
Inhale the heavy musk of yesterday
(You knew you’d stolen my breath away even then)
With just three words,
You fed me the sky;
Frikey- Kitten"Hey Mikey, come here!"Frikey- Kitten4 years ago in Scraps More Like This
"What is it?" Mikey smiled nervously and looked up from the comic book that he had been only half-reading. This was the day he had been waiting for this was it. He was going to ask Frank out. They'd been friends for years, but he'd always wanted them to be something more than that; he was finally going to ask him out, knowing that there was a possibility he'd be rejected and humiliated.
That was a risk he was willing to take.
"Just come see for yourself!" Frank was pacing under a tall oak tree, looking up into the branches worriedly.
"Yeah?" Mikey walked over and stopped next to him. The leaves in the tree rustled softly, and a small grey kitten peered down from the branches. It gave out a pitiful mew, and Frank looked at Mikey anxiously.
"We have to get it down!" He exclaimed, throwing a glance at the scuffed-up cat. "The poor thing looks terrified ."
Mikey hesitated. "How will we get up there? It looks like a bit of a climb ."
The cat meowed aga
I Heard a Voice: 5I Heard a Voice: 53 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
There was no hesitation.
There was no fear.
Only sorrow remained as he closed the lifeless man's brown eyes with his fingertips.
Davey let out a soft moan as he woke up once more. His head was throbbing, and his vision was blurry. Foggy memories haunted his mind, pieces of dreams and nightmares that he wished he could forget, and he shuddered slightly, attempting to push the horrid images away.
"...Hello?" He sat up and looked around, searching for someone who could tell him what had happened to him.
Rows of beds lined the dimly lit room, their sheets folded up neatly in stacks on the mattresses. As far as he could tell, no one had ever slept in these beds before.
"Is anyone there?" he called out again as he pulled himself out of bed. Weary feet dragged across the ground as he forced himself to function against the unmerciful pounding in his head.
Keep walking, Davey...keep searching....
As he reached the end of the room, he came across five beds that had clearly been slep
Breathe MeDefinition: Breathe.Breathe Me4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
a: to draw air into and expel it from the lungs:
respire: to take in oxygen and give out carbon dioxide through natural processes.
b: to inhale and exhale freely.
2: To live.
I was just a grain of sand, a water droplet swallowed up in the ocean of fabricated feelings and shredded paper, dyed red and pink and bleeding down the worn, yellowed walls of my high school.
It was was a week before Valentine's Day.
I was miserable.
The paper hearts, the pantomimed feelings, they were all too much. It was as if Saint Valentine was laughing in my face, mocking me in my loneliness it was as if someone wanted to watch me fail that day.
I caught myself staring at you as you passed me in the halls.
Help. I have done it again.
I didn't even see Daniel's fist until it connected with my jaw.
I heard his friends laugh.
Pain surged through me, bone cracking as I fell into the lockers.
I have been here many times before.
I watched in silence as he strode u