Echo przeszlosci 01Echo przeszlosci 013 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Up: grudzień 2013 - rozdziały poddawane są korekcie. Zawierają błędy itd, niedługo zostanie wstawiona nowa, świeżutka wersja.
Wyedytowanych jest 15 rozdziałów, ale nie zostały one jeszcze umieszczone na stronie.
Kilka słów od autorki: poniższy rozdział został napisany spontanicznie, dla przyjemności, bez większej koncepcji na ciąg dalszy. Nie miał mieć swojej kontynuacji, a wątek Marcina i Nivana, występujących w tej historii bohaterów, miał być zaledwie nutą pikanterii w ich wykreowanym życiu. Obie te postaci powstały na potrzeby gier Role Playing, obie miały swoich partnerów oraz swoją odrębną historię.
I tak miało początkowo pozostać.
'Karma' jednak chciała inaczej ; )
Po niespodziewanym pozytywnym odzewie po rozdziale pierwszym, autorka postanowiła kontynuować
He's a vampireHe's a vampire3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"He's a vampire and is slowly turning the whole fucking school." Said Frank, Ray looked at him and raised an eye brow
"Frank its day light even if this true they would be burnt blood suckers." Frank opens his mouth and then shut it again "You have been watching way too many vamps and monster films boy." Ray laughed
"B But I saw him I swear he is." Ray rolled his eyes
"Yeah okay the guy and his brother are odd but I don't think they are blood sucking vampire's hell bent on turning a school in the middle of fucking nowhere." Ray said as he patted dark hair boy on the back,
"But what he is a normal teenager like the rest of use, we maybe not you, your alien." He said as they both went to their class rooms; Frank kept a tightly warped scarf around his neck, as he walked in dogging the paper balls thrown at him an took a seat at the back near a window, so if he had to escape he could just jump out and brake his legs.
Gerard walked in, Frank h
BoredIn this nightmare, I'm buried alive, because god hates us since we're so far away from the danger line.Bored3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The wicked end, in a city of evil, where the beast and the harlot dwell, blinded in chains, all trashed and scattered
Give 'em hell kid, cause the jetset life is gonna kill you since you know what they do to guys like us in prison. So we'll live the sharpest lives, to the end until we're dead!
Run away with meRun away with me3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There was Izzy sat on her bed looking up at the roof of her bed room thinking about her boyfriend who she not allowed to tell anyone about because this boyfriend his famous along with his brother and friends she smiled happily when she got her text and squealed jumping up she grabbed her red and white trainers and her black jacket left the room, from down stairs he mum could hear her thumb about and then thumb down the stairs like a elephants running, "MUM GOING OUT SEE YOU WHEN EVER!" she called out
"Yeah okay just text if you're staying out over night." She said as she looked at the newspaper
"IILL TEXT IF I'M NOT COMING BACK!" the girl screamed and then slammed the door behind her making the walls wobble and the pitchers fall off the walls, Izzy walked down to the park Ipod on and hidden under her long bleach blond hair, she mumble along to the tune happily to 'Heaven help us' to herself, walking thought the gate of the park she hopped over a sleeping dog that huffed at h
Gerard loses a bet - OneshotGerard Loses a Bet - OneshotGerard loses a bet - Oneshot4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Mikey grinned at the sight in front of him. It was perfect. The frills, the ribbons, the deadly glare- perfect. Gerard Way was ready to go outside and admit to the world, his younger brother is better than him at World of Warcraft. And he would make this announcement onstage at their concert, in a pink tutu.
"I hate you for this Mikey." Gerard glared at his brother. He could have at least not made the tutu pink. The colour looked horrible against his red hair.
"Don't hate me GeeGee, hate the fact that your skills are lacking in comparison to mine." Gerard could hear the smug grin in Mikey's voice, he shuddered. "Now go give that audience the speech, the sight and the YouTube video they've been waiting for."
Gerard sighed, he had to do this. If he could make it seem like he wasn't bothered by it the fans would just love him even more. 'That's it Gerard, smile- no grin! Do that rape-y grin you used to give Frank before Mikey punched you! Yeah!'
Drive By: Frerard- IntroductionMy hometown in New Jersey is under a constant blanket of rain and clouds. There are always rain puddles on the streets. The only time the sun shines is a week or two during the summer. But for the past few summers, there has been no sunlight. The last time I saw sunlight with no clouds was nine years ago when I visited the shore.Drive By: Frerard- Introduction3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
As much as I love the rain, I sure do miss the sun. The feeling it give me when the light hits my pale-ish skin. When I think about someone somewhere absorbing all the sunlight they could while I'm stuck here with rain twenty-four/seven; it made me envious of the person.
I walked down the damp streets with my bag slung over my shoulder loosely. I lived about two miles from the school. I would take the bus but I will get sick if I am in a moving vehicle full of people. I'm seventeen, so I van legally drive. But honestly, my lazy ass doesn't feel like going through all the training to get my license. I have no friends, so friends dri
The Day Has Come Ch8They had done it. Their plan was working. Zhao believed that Zuko was dead, Iroh had "reconsidered" the offer to join his mission, bringing along a supposedly grieving Mai who had nowhere else to go, and Zuko was successfully posing as a member of the crew. Not one person suspected anything. It was all working like clockwork.The Day Has Come Ch84 years ago in Drama More Like This
While Iroh accompanied Zhao on the upper deck of the ship, Mai and Zuko hid out in the boiler room for a quick exchange of words.
"We don't have a lot of time. If we're seen together, the rest of the crew might get suspicious," Mai reminded him.
"I know that," Zuko said.
He removed his mask, revealing his still healing cuts and bruises on his face that he received from the explosion just two weeks prior.
"Any word on when the fighting will slow down?" he asked.
"A couple hours. We're going to hold off on our attacks until daybreak. It's too dangerous to fight the waterbenders at night."
"That's perfect on my part. No one will see me leave the ship in the dark."
Red Thread.Red Thread.3 years ago in Romance More Like This
As soon as the man upstairs moved in, I knew he was batshit crazy.
I'm not even kidding. The moment I saw him walk through the building, I thought to myself- That dude is off his rocker. Because, well, he just had that sort of look about him, if you know what I mean. If you don't, well, let me just say he had this stringy, shoulder-length, bright red hair that was so messy you would think the wind would tidy it up. And he was really pale, like, we're talking vampire pale here. And he had these huge dark circles under his eyes, only adding to the whole vampire effect.
Oh, and, of course, there was the thing he carried. Sure, he had a suitcase, and a few other bags, but clutched between the finger of his left hand was okay, I don't know if this was what it was exactly, but it looked like a spool of red thread.
And seriously. Who carries things like that around? Would it have killed him to put it in his suitcase? Maybe I was jumping to conclusions. Maybe he liked sewing
Sunset In July .:Frerard:.He looked absolutely perfect.Sunset In July .:Frerard:.3 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was early sunset at Belleville Rehabilitation Center, the late July sun creeping across the treeline. The more...stable (for lack of a better term) residents in the center were celebrating someone's recent release from the center. She was a nice person, but made sure there were no drugs or alcohol at the party. This is Rehab, after all. It was there that I first met him offically.
He was dancing to the syncopated rhythm blasting from the speakers. The grin plastered on his face nearly made me melt right into my converse. Oh my god, he's looking at me! And...HE WINKED!!! Gerard Way, the hottest guy in Rehab just winked at me! A girlish giggle escaped my lips as he sauntered over to me.
"Hey there. Enjoying the party?" Oh god. That warm smile is just gorgeous! No, stop it Frank! Control yourself! You weren't sent here to flirt.
"Y-yeah. It's pretty fun...It was really nice of Amy to throw a going-away party." I reach down into the cooler next to me
The Day Has Come Ch6 Zuko was right. The Avatar was in fact at the South Pole. After invading a small Water Tribe village, he was shocked to see that the Avatar wasn't a one-hundred-year-old man, but a twelve year old boy! The young prince assumed that taking the Avatar back to the Fire Nation would be easy, considering that he was still a kid, but that wasn't the case. With the help of two peasants from the Water Tribe, the Avatar escaped. Zuko wasn't taking the loss lightly.The Day Has Come Ch64 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"This ship needs to be dug out now," Zuko stated, anger in his voice, "I can't be wasting time. I refuse to lose the Avatar's trail."
One of the crew members hurried over to him.
"Prince Zuko, the force from the Avatar's blow has caused the ship much damage," the crew member informed him, "Repairs must be made immediately."
"So what are you waiting for? Make the repairs!" Zuko fumed.
"Unfortunately, we don't have the supplies needed to repair this impairment. We'll have to stop at the neares
Frerard: Lunar Blue 01Frerard: Lunar Blue 012 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
1: Chasing the Jackalope
It's only been two hours since the announcement, since my fate has been unwillingly decided amongst my own people. All the men of the village are already at the tavern drinking to a point it was a sin, dancing horribly drunk to the music and cheering for the fact they are safe for another month. It isn't even nightfall and I see my friend, the craftiest and sly hunter of our entire village Ray, drunk as a skunk. I am nearly reluctant to bump into him, as I live just past the tavern and situated between the edge of the forest and by the stables. I do not want to see or speak with anyone aside from my brother as my state of mind is not in the most sanctified of thought train; thus pushing me into an angry spell of avoidance in people or encountering Jared, our leader.
"Look who it is, the man of the hour!" Ray drunkenly cheered as he spotted me, and I didn't want to have to walk by him either.
Today just was not m
Frankie in Wonderland Ch2Frank kept his eyes tightly shut as he prepared for his death but it never came. He could still feel himself falling. 'Surely I should have hit the bottom by now?" Frank thought to himself, but minutes ticked by and still he had not stopped. Deciding he might as well see what the hell was going on, he dug up the confidence to open his eyes, but very slowly mind you. Surrounding him was something very peculiar. The sides of the now very large hole were covered in wall lights. Every so often book shelves would pass, and Frank found himself reaching out to get one titled 'The Art of Futterwacken.' Frank frowned slightly at the book before placing it back on a next passing shelve. He emitted a loud sigh and drummed his fingers on his chin. Although he did wonder when he'd reach the bottom, he couldn't find himself brave enough to look down. His surroundings began to become clearer and brighter, as he started to slow down, to the very point where he was merely hovering in the air but nFrankie in Wonderland Ch22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Cold? MCR OneshotGerard's eyes darted toward the curtain of his bunk. He could've sword he'd heard something...Cold? MCR Oneshot4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mikey dived into his older brother's bunk, under the covers, cuddling him tight and shivering. Gerard wrapped his arms around him instrinctively. "What's wrong?"
"C-Cold." Gerard held him closer, rubbing his back to warm him up.
"No wonder, I mean, look at you. Too much surface area, not enough fat," he commented.
"Yeah, and you're so tiny and fat you can use your extra flab to keep a BFG like me warm," Mikey grinned bluntly, earning a shove. "Hey! That's it, I'm not your friend," he sulked, pouting and turning away.
"Aww, come on, Mikeybear," Gerard cooed, snuggling closer, mimicking his posture to fit comfortably beside him. "I love you."
"Naww, shut up," he retaliated.
"I love you, Mikey. Please?" Mikey hesitated, then sighed, dropping his head to the pillow. Gerard wrapped his arms around his brother's waist a little more securely, nuzzling his face into Mikey's neck. Mikey hummed
Halloween "Gee! Gee, let's go! Mom will make us go to bed before we can go all over the neighborhood if we don't hurry!" said an anxious six year old Frank Iero as he tugged on the wrist of his best friend with his green painted hand. Today was Frank's favorite day of the year: Halloween. Not only was it a holiday where he could dress up as anything he wanted and collect free candy, it was also his birthday. "Alright Frankie, just give me a second." said seven year old Gerard as he smeared cherry flavored fake blood across his mouth. "One." said Frank impatiently. "Now, come ooon, let's go trick-or-treating!" Gerard stuck his tongue out at his friend, accidently licking some of the fake blood off of his face. "Eww, it tastes like medicine!" he wretched. "Gee!" Frankie whined as he bounced up and down, nearly knocking the fake screws off of the sides of his head. &Halloween4 years ago in Romance More Like This
MCR: Baby, it's Cold Outside.Gerard Way ran about his house, placing bowls where Lindsey had instructed and picking up baby toys, stashing them on what ever shelves he passed.MCR: Baby, it's Cold Outside.3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Lindsey walked down the stairs, Bandit in her arms. She watched her husband before furrowing her brow. "Everything looks fine, honey. Don't stress." She walked over to the black head and handed over their daughter.
Gerard held her close as the two-year old waved her arms, almost hitting him in the face. He looked around, eyes darting about the room. "I'm just worried I'm forgetting something."
His wife shook her head and stood on her tip-toes to fix a bit of mistletoe. "Everything's fine. Trust me." She turned on her heel. "This Christmas party will be wonderful."
Gerard bounced Bandit on his hip before walking over to the Christmas tree, prodding at an ornament. "I don't know "
Lindsey shot him a glare. "Gerard Arthur" There was a knock on the door.
Gerard's eyes widened. "Shit."
Bandit looked up at her father and flexed her fing
My Thoughts on FanfictionWell, fan fiction has been around a long time, no doubt about it. But how far is too far? Yes, thousands of fans write fan fiction, slash and non-slash, but with recent incidents in the My Chemical Romance fandom. I felt this was appropriate to talk about my feelings towards fan fiction. Which applies to all bands though.My Thoughts on Fanfiction2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Simply put, I love fan fiction, I see it as a way to explore your creativity and work out characters. So a lot of band fan fiction, I don't really see the band in them, I see that fans use the band members as a base of some sort as to shaping characters, because the multiple stories I've read and continue to read, with the band as characters, their personalities are completely different. They open the doors to so many opportunities with story development, character building, that it amazes me how creative these people are. But there's a difference when it comes to the pairings.
Now don't get me wrong, I ship a lot of pairings, within the band an
The Box.People around the school knew Gerard Way as the creepy guy that dyed his hair a lot.The Box.4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
His classmates knew him as the guy who sat in the corner and didn't talk to anybody.
His friends, you could say, knew him as the one that drew amazingly, who was going to make it far in the comic industry.
His brother knew him as the best sibling in the world.
I knew him as my boyfriend.
Notice I say "knew", as in the past tense of "know"?
Well Gerard killed himself a week before our high school graduation.
He, he said the bullying was too much. He said that it's been going on ever since he was fifteenthe year he finally felt proud enough to tell his parents and friends that he was gay.
He said he was glad that the bullying died down for a bit after the "I'm gay" news got around, but it started up again when he was eighteen, when he dyed his hair red.
I tried to tell him he shouldn't care what the others thought, just try to stay strong, and he seemed strong for a long time, but
where do I sign PT1where do I sign PT13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The 25 year old sat in the Doctor's offices "I'm so sorry Frank, if we caught it earlier." The greying man said, shocked ripped thought Frank hitting hard
"H How long have I got?"
"6 months, but if you're lucky maybe a year, longer if we start getting you treatment." Frank nodded numbly as the Doctor started talking and saying he booking Frank to go and see a specialist. He left Doctors offices, still in a numbly dazed he walked down the road the wrong way to his shared house with Ally, he took the long root heading thought the park, everything was bright and perky making him hate the world even more, reaching the end of the park with the big rusty gates when a car stopped in front of him, the window rolled down and a curly hair man looked out
"Frank Iero?" the man asked
"Urrrh who's asking?" Frank asked, shriving a little
"My boss wants to talk to you, he knows about your problem." Frank blinked at him
"Just get in the car
Kill All Your Friends- FrerardWe had always been such a big group of 'friends'. Everyone would have that special person they would group up with when we had to. In every group of friends though- there's always that hanger-on. The one that hovers around the edge of conversations and rarely gets involved, the one that only gets grouped up with someone else if there's no other option, the one that people will whisper about when they're not there, the one that no one else in the world will like. That would be me.Kill All Your Friends- Frerard3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I was at a funeral. Yep, you heard me right. A funeral for one of my so called friends. Everyone was crying their eyes out, apart from I couldn't, my eyes were red but no tears would come. I'd killed him. It was an accident in everyone's eyes but my own- I had planned it out to look exactly like an accident, my car and his careless body at the same moment as my driver's licence had only been provided a few days ago. When one of my 'friends' was walking up to the coffin, our eyes met for a brief seco
Beneath The Black WillowsBeneath The Black Willows2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Beneath the black willows
the moonlight deploys
unnoticed through soft braided reeds.
Though fingers were broken
the moonbeams disperse
like organ pipes sifting the breeze.
Beneath the black willows
a violet crow falls
to perch upon empty a chest.
A hollowed form spun
through the breath of the wind
His toes brushed the finger tipped crest.
Beneath the black willows
there swings a white noose
and from it there swings a man high.
He dances each morning
He dances each night
I imagine he's thankful to fly.
Cemetery!Sepia night crawls slowly byCemetery!3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Casting shadows softly sigh
Gravestones dominate this terrain
Filled with humanities endless pain.
To the left stands Cedar grove
Distinctive shape quite colourless
Under tree one lonely grave
Occupant restless, soul to save.
Shadow emerged from grave ground
Glides down rows of buried dead
Hesitates before angel who prays
Intentions honourable, tears shed.
Kneeling now, ghostly prayer
Before sculpture of stone
Remembering what? we'll never know
Memories belong to the grave below.
What My Mother WantedWhat My Mother WantedWhat My Mother Wanted3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As I walk out of the hospital doors, I think about how my mom will probably never walk out these doors again. Most people, with thoughts like these, feel grateful for what they have. I just get reminded of what I don't have.
My mother is in a hospital room with tons of doctors bustling around her. I don't understand why there are so many, considering none of them are able to save her. If any of them do save her though I'll be forever in their debt.
My mom is all I have in the world. My dad is who knows where. My grandparents are in some Nursing Home in New York. And my mom wasis!an only child, so I don't have uncles or aunts either.
I'm also without siblings. I used to love being a spoiled only child, my mom's favorite kid without question. Now though I have no one to comfort, and no one to comfort me.
"Well, there's a good and bad to everything," I think to myself as I walk towards the hospital's sorry excuse for a visitor's gard
Long love pt3Long love pt33 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
David open his eyes, he lay looking up at the roof above as he tried to think, feeling a aching hunger sweep over him he sat up and looked at around the room, his head hurt along with his throat he was so thirsty "Evening Child you're a wake good, I was worried that you would leep right thought the night." The boy looked over to the man in the bed with him
"Y You wh what did you do to me?" David said holding his throat; Loki smiled and sat up rubbing his back
"Shhhh just calm down, here drink." He said offering his wrist to David, the boy shook his head
"No no no stop." Loki sighed and sat on top of him pinning him down
"Don't be so stubborn child drink." He bites his own wrist and then placed it in David's mouth, at first the boy tried to push him away, spit out the blood but soon he found himself craving into the taste of the blood and h grabbed his wrist and moaning into the skin as he drunk from him, Loki let out a moan and pull his wrist back, his eyes glued at David who
Everything Changes .:Frerard:."Mom, why doesn't Dad like Frankie?" Gerard innocently asked his mother, who sighed.Everything Changes .:Frerard:.3 years ago in Drama More Like This
"Gerard, sweetie, it's not that your father dislikes your new friend, he just..." She was cut off by the sound of her husband, Gerard's father, tromping down the attic stairs.
"Honey, go down to your bedroom and go draw. I'll be down to talk about it soon." Gerard did as his mother asked, peeking out the door up the stairs, hoping to find out what was wrong with his father.
"Dammit, Donna! I refuse to allow our boy to 'go play' with that faggot! I will not have it in this house!" By that time, Gerard's younger brother, Mikey, appeared downstairs in front of Gerard; teddybear in hand, a frightened look plastered across his face.
"Mikey, come here. Go sit on the bed, 'kay?" Mikey nodded and waddled over to Gerard's bed while his older brother eavesdropped on their parents.
"Donald! Please, be rational! What do you think would happen if you took away Gerard's only friend?! You'd be ruining your own son's