A Very Synacky Halloween! Part 1 The moon glowed bright in the sky, a warehouse right of the high way into a woodsy area. The warehouse windows were either cracked or missing, replaced with a dark gray cover. Music blaring, spider webs covered the entrance of the warehouse, covered in spiders, ranging from black to purple. Jack-O-Lanterns sat all around the walk way and throughout the patches of overgrown grass. They shone a wicked orange, giving them a sinister look, a line of teens, joking and laughing.A Very Synacky Halloween! Part 13 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Come on Zacky!" called a crazy haired boy who was dragging a smaller boy with black and purple colored haired.
"But Jimmy!" whined the boy.
"No, you're not missing this party!" growled Jimmy.
Signing, Zacky gave up struggling making Jimmy smile.
"Hey guys!" said a boy with shades and ripped black jeans.
"Mattie!" was screamed as Jimmy let go of Zacky and jumped on Matt, giving him a tackle hug and a deep kiss.
Laughing at the scene, Zacky rolled his eyes at the sight that happened almost ever
The Only Hope For Me Is YouThe Only Hope For Me Is YouThe Only Hope For Me Is You4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
By Elvira Tepes
Brian sat with Zack in the ER. He was put in a hospital bed relaxing. They had done X-rays. Zack has again four broken ribs re-broken, a forced miscarriage, and internal bleeding. They were shocked Zack even lasted this long after the incident. It had been an hour before they got to the hospital. He was immediately rushed for surgery. The internal bleeding was stopped and repaired as well as his ribs. The miscarriage was already done. They just had to make sure Zack expelled the fetus.
Zack now lay on his hospital bed looking at Brian who sat in the chair. "Thank you Brian. You saved my life."
Brian nodded. "Anything for you man and I do mean anything." Zack nodded. "Can I ask you something Zack?" Again, Zack nodded. "What do you think of me?"
"You are my best friend. My brother in a sense. Why?" Zack asked still looking at him.
Brian bit his lip. He leaned forward, pressed his lips to Zack's, and kissed him passionately. He truthfully loved
You'll Never Understand...You'll never understand...You'll Never Understand...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I'm glad you don't.
Because that would mean
You'd have to go through my pain.
And I'd never wish that
Synacky- I Will Follow You Into The DarkLove of mine,Synacky- I Will Follow You Into The Dark4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Zacky sat down carefully in the uncomfortable padded chair that had almost become his home over the past couple of weeks. He'd slept, eat and cried in that chair. The black haired man sipped luke warm coffee from a plastic cup, which was cautiously gripped in a casted hand, while he desperately tried to find energy through any means possible. Sighing, he slipped his good hand into a cool, unresponsive counterpart. It had been two weeks, three days and nine hours since that hand had squeezed back or laced it's fingers together with those of the black haired man. But still, Zacky hoped that if he held that cold hand in his clammy palm, it would one day transfer his energy into his love's body, and then the hand would come to life once again.
Next to Zacky's chair, Brian laid comatose in a hospital bed, hidden beneath thick, heavy covers. He'd been that way for some time; a clean, white bandage tied tightly around his head, tufts of hair sticking out from beneath, a t
2. The only hope for me is youBrian and Zacky got home mid morning from Jimmy's house and Brian went upstairs to take a desperately needed shower whilst Zacky went to make some coffee for them both. He sat on the counter top looking down at the floor whilst waiting for the water to boil and swung his legs absent mindedly whilst thinking. 'Should I have said that? Oh god, I told you not to!' He scolded himself, 'I knew it would pressure on him, what if he cracks? Shit. Okay It was kind of heat of the moment, I mean. He was trying to kill himself. What else could I have said??' He sighed, 'Anything but I love you. It's not like he picked up on it. He didn't really have a reaction.'2. The only hope for me is you4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hnn." He groaned and let his head fall against the cupboard behind him and shut his eyes for a moment. He opened his eyes and brought his head forwards when he heard Brian coming downstairs. He had a towel around his waist and had washed his hair so little droplets hung from wisps oh his now long, black hair.
"You should get your li
3. Move Along~~One week later~~3. Move Along4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"They're not going to accept me back Zacky. I know they won't." Brian worried.
"They're your friends man, you've known for most of your life, of course they are going to accept you back. Plus Avenged Sevenfold wouldn't be the same without the very Synyster Gates." Zacky dragged him out of the car and over to Matt's front door. He knocked on the door and a few seconds later the door opened. Matt stood there and saw Brian.
"Gates!" His eyes popped and he flung his arms around his neck, "You're back man!" Brian blinked and put his arms around Matt to return the hug.
"I told you they'd accept you back." Zacky stated in an 'I told you so' tone and he went in to see Johnny.
"Hey Johnny man." Zacky hugged Johnny.
"What up Zee, been a while." Johnny laughed.
"Yeah. I have brought a visitor with me," They stopped hugging," Matt's out front squeezing him like a boa constrictor." He gestured back to the door with his thumb and Johnny went to see.
"Syn!" Johnny exclaimed and hug
Gun Within The MirrorIt feels as if my reflectionGun Within The Mirror2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Points a gun at its own head,
As my bullet shoots the mirror
And paints the floor with red,
And it feels as if my gun
Just isn't steady in my hand,
Because darling, when I jump off cliffs,
Do you think I always land?
It feels as if the razor blade
Might be my only friend,
And it feels as if the broken glass
Might soon begin to bend,
Because my reflection is distorted, love.
Can't you see that, love, can't you see?
I'm pointing a gun at the mirror,
And the mirror points back at me.
Am I Good Enough...?Legs crossed on a cold basement floor,Am I Good Enough...?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Blood stains painting my flesh,
The wounds deeper than ever before,
A white gown now a short black dress.
Long tangled hair clinging to my tears
Wind howling through the trees,
Moonlight painting a sky so clear,
And darling, I'm going to be set free.
My fingers scratch at the blood on my skin,
A delightful pain at the thought of a touch,
And hey, everyone who said I wasn't worth it,
Now am I good enough?
alive."i can feel the mountains in your soul," she whispered to him as she kissed his collarbone.alive.7 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
"i can hear your heart throb," he replied.
i can almost feel you crying.
count backwards from heartbreak.
threetwoone, i love you.
can you hear my bones break? can you hear my heart tear? can you feel my veins explode? can you feel me split?
i want to watch you writhe.
your touch is an electric shock, it jolts my heart every time.
run your fingers
up and down my spine.
there is nothing but silence. darkness. fear.
a car crash in the distance.
i miss the sound of sirens.
Move onBack and forthMove on4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The thoughts in my head
From all the words you said
My hands shook
As I fought back emotion
My throat closed
My tears like an ocean
I flipped the switch
All my feelings suppressed
I tell myself
This is for the best
You walked on me
And left me in pieces
I was there for you
Yet you weren't there when I needed
I lived for you
And you took me for granted
I almost died for you
Yet all these lies you planted
Too many chances
You used them all twice
Despite how it hurts
I have to take my own advice
You're no good for me
You just hold me down
If I keep following you
I know you'll surely let me drown
I'm better off
Away from your cold grip
It feels harder to live
I'll make it
With me and me alone
My heart you no longer own
Late Night Texts 26S: Dean, were you and Cas watching Ju-On 2 last night?Late Night Texts 263 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
S: Dean, are you lying to me?
S: Dammit, Dean, what the hell have I told you about letting Cas watch scary movies?
D: Not to do it.
S: So why the hell do you keep doing it?
D: Because he likes to cuddle when hes afraid.
D: And by that I mean hes fucking terrified and he cusses me out while hiding his face in my shoulder.
D: How the hell did you figure out we watched that, anyway?
S: Hes locked himself in your room, screaming about how if that bitch wants to come at him, shes going to have to face him and his army of angels.
S: Dean, he has a fucking army of angels in your room.
S: What the hell do I do with a bunch of angels who are hyped up on adrenaline because they watched a fucking horror movie?!
S: Dean, please come home.
S: You fuckass.
Violet Lightning1.Violet Lightning4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Violet lightning pulsed
between the clouds.
I wondered how much
electricity was trapped
within my ribcage.
Thunder roars with
pride and it
starts to rain.
I have never seen a
soaked umbrella look so
shapely before. All black coat,
bright hazel eyes that scream
so softly under dripping mascara.
Our first date is traditional,
which is odd because I'll soon
find that neither of us are that
type. The dinner was too cheap
and the movie: too expensive.
We held hands the whole time;
she kissed my cheek in the cinema's
private artistic darkness.
When she finally took me home,
the only things I noticed were:
modern art stuck to the wall with thumbtacks,
classic rock on a neighbor's stereo,
We just talked in her bed, I
didn't even use the condom lost
in the far back of my wallet.
It was wonderful.
I'm wearing a tux with a
She looks perfect in her white dress and
We haven't decided on
Are You?I'm sorry,Are You?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that I'm not
I'm not a supermodel.
that I'm not
I'm not a comedian.
that I'm not
that I'm not
that I'm not
I'm not perfect.
I am a labelI slid the blade across my wristI am a label3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Again and again.
Maybe I’m an emotional freak.
I cause fights and arguments
Maybe I’m a troublemaker.
I use make up to make myself seem
Maybe I’m girly.
I complain about things
Even when sometimes
Maybe I’m an attention seeker.
I fall under so many
So maybe I am a label.
I’m just me.
Sick of societyI may live inside my own, twisted universeSick of society3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I may change, sometimes for the worst.
What's normal to me is not normal for you.
Sometimes I just do what I need to do.
Behind a brick wall, I hoped someone would break it
I threw out my heart hoping someone would take it.
But I got tired of hiding and tired of hating
And instead of throwing myself at every guy, I'm waiting.
I'm sick of the person I tried to be
So basically, here I am, I will be me
I'm sick of the hatred, would you not agree?
.. Basically I'm sick of society.
when the boys kiss our mouthsyou have these eyes that are so dull and so cold.when the boys kiss our mouths5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
they stare at her as if to say
don't get too close
but it's a little too late for that now.
she was quiet, for
you can't kiss and speak
at the same time.
your hand slipped
between her smooth thighs
you turned her
into a snake,
beneath your own pale flesh
and it was wrong.
it was all so wrong
and she knew it
but she didn't protest
just wants to please you.
she doesn't remember much,
she does remember
your mouth and
her blood dirtying
those pale sheets
you liked so much.
she looked bitter and said,
"sorry, i know those were your favourite."
that you were a
a tangled mess
hurting those who
tried to touch you.
i guess it wasn't
much of a dream
sometimes she thinks she loves you when
you've got her cheeks cupped in your warm palms,
but then you go and give her a reason not to.
all she wants is to be surrounded in your scent
Sabriel, with snow and tickles.Sam drums his fingers on his thigh, puffing the steam from his hot breath out and into the brisk morning air. He leans against a mossy upright log that was once a trail marker. Hunts have been slow; achingly so for a good month now, and so the boys have settled themselves into a campsite in Northern California in the depths of winter.Sabriel, with snow and tickles.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Well, Sam has.
Dean, on the other hand, wished his little brother "Good luck with that frostbite, Sammy!" and quickly motored away to a nearby motel, complete with fireplace and an angel with a trenchcoat and surprisingly warmth-filled wings.
After Dean had tickled and kissed and nibbled him into a red-faced, giggling mass of feathers on their bed, anyway.
Sam yawns loudly, and it echoes through the redwoods. The sun sends streaks of yellow light in through the foliage, and it glints wonderously off the fresh snow.
Sam hears the faint beating of an owl's wings, up in the canopy, and he smiles contentedly at the scene that dusk has laid out before him.
I'm Not Letting Go (Synacky) Part 1 It was the end of the school day, he was walking in the hallways, ignoring everyone who wants to make fun of him for being gay. Zachary Baker, the lead singer of his band "Revenge of the Dead" is performing during half time at his homecoming football game on October 10th. He has a lot of songs in mind that his band and himself wants to sing and play. Even though they play really great like people say, they don't know what song they want to choose to play for homecoming. "I wonder if people know about us playing at homecoming." Zachary told himself staring in his locker to find his beginner book on rhythm guitar. He has been playing the rhythm guitar for three years now but he still can't figure out how to play fast with his fingers moving around without messing up. He only knows how to sing and his band already has the lineup set. Jacoby on lead guitar, Jared on bass, Frank on drums, and himself as lead singer. Zachary sighed and closed hI'm Not Letting Go (Synacky) Part 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I'm Not Letting Go (Synacky) Part 7 Zachary entered his father's room when he was aloud. He saw him on his bed looking at the ceiling and breathing very slowly. "Zachary, come here son." Jimmy said in a tired voice. Zachary did as he was told and came close to him. "I got to tell you something." Jimmy said to Zachary. "What is it?" He said in response. "I'm dying son. I just want to tell you that I been fighting for a while now and didn't want to tell you or else you will worry all the time. You have too much to handle. I started having heart problems since long before you were born. I was in a band one time, drummer actually and started having problems after five years being in a band." Jimmy said resting is hand on Zachary's arm. "Why didn't you tell me that you were a drummer? What band were you in?" Zachary said filling tears in curiosity. "I can't tell you that. It's a secret that no one should find out. Just only three of my friends and me should know. Now, here is myI'm Not Letting Go (Synacky) Part 73 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I'm Not Letting Go (Synacky) Part 11 "Alright, Matt, Johnny, you stay behind me while I stand next to Zachary near the end alright?" Synyster said. Matt and Johnny nodded in agreement. "Here they go! Get ready!" Synyster added as they all get in their positions to enter behind them. The band told all the officers and teachers that a few people will enter on stage. Zachary gave a quick speech. "This is for my father, Jimmy Owen Sullivan-Baker who passed away yesterday. This song is dedicated to him." Zachary queued Frank to start everyone off. He gave three taps and all of them started playing then Zachary sing one second after the song started while playing his rhythm guitar.I'm Not Letting Go (Synacky) Part 113 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Never feared for anything, never shamed but never free
A life that healed a broken heart with all that it could
Lived a life so endlessly, saw beyond what others see
I tried to heal your broken heart with all that I could
Will you stay? Will you stay away forever?"
They continued to play and Zachary started
I'm Not Letting Go (Synacky) Part 10 "Guise, I'm so nervous!" Zachary said as half of the football game ended. "What if everybody laughs?" He continued. "Don't worry, we'll be with you. You're a great singer." Jacoby said comforting Zachary. "I decided to also play the rhythm guitar for most of the song if you guise are up for it." As soon as Zachary said this, the whole band was shocked; mostly Frank was the most in shocked. He nodded and waited for the spokesperson to announce them so they can head out into the field. "You don't know how to play that well!" Frank said loudly. "I told you, I'm playing most of the song until the silence comes up and the acoustic guitar starts playing. "Whatever you say bro." Frank said to him. Zachary turns his head back waiting for the queue. "Hurry up Syn, the show is about to start." Frank said to himself. Before they headed up, Synyster, Matt, and Johnny came as quickly as they can so they can hide and make their entrance near the end of the song. "I'm Not Letting Go (Synacky) Part 103 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I'm Not Letting Go (Synacky) Part 12 Ending Zachary and Synyster walked quietly near were the entrance was. "You did great on the singing out there Zachary and you did very well on the rhythm guitar." Synyster said breaking the silence. Zachary couldn't believe he heard his name from his favorite inspiration and crush. "How do you know my name?" Zachary said nervously. "I'm a friend of your dad's, so is Matt and Johnny." Synyster said giving a sly smile. "Why has he never told me this?" Zachary said tearing up again. "He didn't want you to freak out. He was the old drummer from your favorite band." Synyster said getting shaky about what to do next. He loved Zachary; he can tell he is the one. "So are you ready to go?" Synyster said looking down at Zachary. "Go were?" He said in confusion. "To move and live with Matt, Johnny, and I. Your dad wants us to take care of you in his absence." Synyster said in content. "I can't believe what I'm hearing. He lied to me! He never told me about his!" ZachI'm Not Letting Go (Synacky) Part 12 Ending3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
No Longer a Little GirlDear imagination, can't you be the thing you wereNo Longer a Little Girl3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Butterflies and daffodils and happiness so pure
Sunny skies and lullabies and dreams of what could be
Hidden worlds and wonderlands of things they couldn't see
Shining gowns and silver crowns for dancing with the prince
Twirling with excitement, though the others weren't convinced
Dear intimidation, did you find it to be true
All I ever needed was an overdose of you
Silly stares and laughter slowly flood a child's mind
Making me abandon every daydream I could find
Lost beneath the shadows of the sky so dark and dead
Far too weak to turn around, yet scared of things ahead
Dear destructive tendencies, I feel it's time to hear
You were all I had when nothing else seemed to be near
Everything so out of reach, too far for me to see
I decided I would choose the needle next to me
Slicing through my very skin to feel something once more
Weeping through the satisfaction I could not ignore
Dear imagination, can't you be the thing you were?