His DiamondsHis Diamonds4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He just stands there, at the door, listening quietly to the small, muffled, aching sobs from within, his own eyes burning. Finally, after the noise has stopped, he gets up the courage to open the door and walk into the room. There sits his love, staring into the distance. The older man knows he can break his concentration, but it doesn't feel right; so instead he too sits on the bed, gently, and starts to cry silently, just as the smaller man is, but he doesn't let him see.
He hates the tears that fall from the beautiful, pale, stunning face of his one and only, glistening like diamonds or perhaps ice. If he was drawing them, he would make them shine, just like diamonds, but clears as water. He starts when the smaller man moves, jerks his head up when he speaks. It's just one word, uttered in a broken, rough voice, so unlike his usual one.
Gerard Way moves over on the bed so he is behind the man he loves. He wraps his arms around him in a s
MCR: Whiskey Lullaby."Gerard, this is Jamia. Jamia, Gerard."MCR: Whiskey Lullaby.4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Nice to finally meet you, Gerard. Frank's told me all sorts of things about you. Frank's one of a kind, don't you think? I couldn't have found a more perfect guy."
"And I couldn't find a more perfect girl, Jam."
"I feel really good about this, Gerard."
"You're really marrying her, aren't you?"
"I thought you already knew that."
"What about me?"
"We can't do this anymore. I'm getting married. You damn well know that."
"You don't understand, Frank."
"What don't I understand, Gerard? Please, tell me."
"You're making a mistake. You're supposed to love me."
Gerard Way leaned against the railing of the balcony. He ran his fingers through his hair, taking a deep breath. He squeezed his eyes shut, shaking his head. "Fuck," he breathed out, opening up his eyes. He looked ahead, seeing the clouds above his head roll. He bit down on his lip and turned on his heel, going back inside the hotel room. He slammed the door shut behind him.
He looked aroun
And I'm Paralized oo1And I'm Paralized oo15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
At this point, it was utter agony. It seemed that some horrendous being was out to make my entire life utter agony. At one point that seemed so long ago, things were simpler. I was still me, he was still him, but that need to be an individual wasn't quite as strong in me, and I looked and acted more socially acceptable. But now, socially acceptable was some distant figment of imagination, for no part of my life could be acceptable to anyone now. Not the way I have twisted it.
What a word to describe a person like me. Twisted. No longer of normal shape and wholesomeness. I am glad, at least, he still remains pure, not dark and tainted like I have become. I now strive to oppose what others do, I want to be what no one else would dare be. I already have that covered, in one sense. I have dared to want and lust after what no person of normal standards, what no human born and raised under a loving, natural, normal family like my own, would ever dare to want.
Not that it matters. I h
MCR: Perfect.MCR: Perfect.4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He was told he wasn't perfect.
And after years and years of ridicule and judgment, he started to believe them.
He'd spend hours in front of the mirror, poking at the fatty areas on his stomach, the disgusting parts on his thighs, and the flabby skin on his arms.
He hated it all, and he couldn't understand why his imperfectionshis flawswouldn't leave him alone.
He'd done all the right things.
He'd, sorta, eat healthy. Well, healthier than he was eating before.
He'd purged at all the right times.
He'd known when to starve himself to the point right before his body went into starvation mode. He hadn't wanted that. He'd heard you actually gained weight whenever that happened.
He hadn't understood why he was being punished.
Had he done something wrong?
Had something made his techniques become ineffective?
He had wanted the answers, and he had wanted them now.
He had wanted to be perfect, wanted to be up to their standards.
He'd do everything they had
I Feel It In My Heart, I Wanna Kill SomeI Feel It In My Heart, I Wanna Kill Some3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Third Person's POV
Gerard speed walked down the hall and to the back of the school to the nurse. He tried to act tough, hold back tears and not shake but the shock was vibrating in his muscles despite how sore they felt. His gut felt bruised as it throbbed. He pushed his palms on the silver metal handle at the door. It didn't budge. He blinked, furrowing his brows together and pushed again. It wasn't until then he noticed the sign that clearly said "PULL."
He pulled it swiftly open, a rush of clean air blowing on his frame. He promptly glanced back.
Nobody saw. He glanced around once he stepped inside. There was a boy in a room to the left that was leaning over the sink, his chest breathing quickly and blood dripping speedily out of his nose.
"Can I help you?" The old woman at the desk asked politely.
He snapped back and stepped over to the low, wooden desk.
"Uh " He could already hear the shake in his voice, "I got beat up."
He felt stupid. Going to the fucking nurse because he c
Bullied1, 2, bullied at school.Bullied3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
3, 4, cut some more.
5, 6, punched and kicked.
7, 8, suicidal state.
9, 10, now I'm dead.
MCR: Guitar Strings.Music.MCR: Guitar Strings.5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Frank Iero raised a hand from his guitar. There it was: a long slash was cut into his glove. Blood was slowly dripping out of the fresh wound. Frank looked at his guitar; a string was hanging. There was no sight of blood on it, though. Lucky piece of shit. Frank shook his head and placed the guitar over beside him. He took his other hand and grabbed his wrist, holding it in place. Why am I fucking shaking?
He pushed the thought away. It's not important right now. He looked back down at his hand. Blood was still coming out of his hand. The cut looked a little puffy. Frank cocked his head. Wait is blood seeping into my glove? He held the glove up to his face. He sighed. Yup, blood. Fuck my life.
"Shit," he breathed out. Why does this always happen? He lowered his hand from his face, slightly wincing. It was starting to burn. He looked up at the ceiling and sighed.
"Are you just gonna sit there?" Frank whipped his head
As Fragile as a House of GlassYou are faking it again As Fragile as a House of Glass3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You know the one I mean.
When you pretend to be happy
You can only injure yourself.
Is that your reasoning?
The burden you bear is invisible but solid,
And its weight presses on everyone around you.
You cannot do this alone.
You are not Atlas.
You can ask for help.
The cherry red you spill
Tastes like iron to the ground
And licorice to the crowd.
Having a clear canvas
Does not mean you have to paint.
You are not a little Barbie.
Makeup will not give you
An unbroken smile.
You were not made to have skin
That barely surrounds your spine.
Hear the whisper as the air enters your body.
"You are alive!"
You are stronger than you know
And more beautiful than you would dare to believe.
You are here for a reason.
Nobody is born
Simply so they can die.
So do not step off the ledge in front of you.
You know it is not what you truly want.
Halloween 1/2John finished molding the plaster in between his forefinger and thumb and sighed appreciatively, admiring the work he'd done. The small white tooth looked like a perfect fang.Halloween 1/23 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sherlock snatched the fang and shot it a smoldering glare; as if IT were the cause of his problems tonight. He slipped it over his canine and waited for John to finish molding the other tooth; in the meantime though, he occupied himself by rushing off to the kitchen to keep his experiment from burning over the open flame. Already the viscous brown goo was at a steady boil and threatening to lap over the rim of his Erlenmeyer flask.
"What a perfect waste of a beautiful evening! Think of all the ruined potential!" he wailed flipping the switch and killing the flame.
John sighed as he patted the tooth with his thumb. Sherlock had been whining and complaining all evening and John had to practically force him into his clothes, but no matter how much Sherlock tried to worm his way out of his sole social obligation John
In My Arms He Died- FrerardThe lyrics spilt off of my lips effortlessly as my eyes scanned the ballroom for what would probably be the final time- all of the rookies dancing with their lovers across the smooth floor. I was putting everything into my performance as I rocked the microphone back and forth with its stand, even though they weren't watching. The steady beat being created behind me kept the whole thing on its feet, one of my best friends Bob- who had been a talented drummer for years- playing us all out on our final show. My head turned to see the three men lined up beside me, my best friend, my lover and my younger brother. At the furthest end, Ray's fingers played his guitar like he was a god; the sound being created was heavenly. My best friend was looking out onto the crowd of dancing couples, a longing in his eyes that he wished to be out there but music was more important to him. His passion for his guitar was so strong, and it was obvious. My brother next to him stood strumming his bass, the deeIn My Arms He Died- Frerard4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Damage"Hey Mako, remember when you told me you know how to sew?" Korra asked almost immediately after he came home from work.Damage3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"DADDY!" their four-year-old daughter cried. She ran into the room, clutching a stuffed tiger-monkey in one arm, and one of its legs in the other. A few pieces of stuffing fell to the floor as she looked up at Mako, trails of old tears running down her cheeks, and new ones threatening to escape her shiny, gold eyes. "Happy's broken!"
Sticking out her lower lip, a habit she inherited from her mother, she held out her toy and its severed leg to Mako. "He needs surgery, daddy, before the rest of his guts fall out!"
Mako took the tiger-monkey and its leg from her, trying not to let any more stuffing fall on the floor. He smiled at his daughter. "Don't worry, Tori, Happy will be alright."
Tori sniffed. Korra picked her up.
"Come on Tori, let's go listen to Uncle Bolin's pro-bending match while daddy fixes Happy."
Tori sniffed again and looked up at Korra. "O-O
What We Hoped For"Come on Korra, you're doing great," Mako assured her.What We Hoped For3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Korra took three quick, deep breaths before leaning forward and pushing again. She let out a series of short but loud screams before letting herself fall back again.
"I don't wanna do this, I don't wanna do this!" she gasped.
"I know, but you don't have a choice right now, so keep going." Mako watched her start to push again, wishing that the doctor had allowed her to have stronger painkillers. Since she was considered high risk, they knew from that start that there was no way that was going to happen, but seeing Korra scream like this made Mako feel like someone should be doing something for her.
Korra grunted as she hit the pillows again. Mako quickly grabbed a cool cloth and started dabbing it on her forehead.
"Why isn't it here yet?" Korra groaned.
"It'll be here soon, it's just being stubborn." He tried to smile at her. "We're going to meet our baby soon, Korra."
"And And if what happened last time-"
"No, no, no,
30 Days of Makorra - Day 2 - PatiencePatience was never her strong suit. When Korra first found out she was pregnant, she was ecstatic. It had taken more months than she had expected, and she was beginning to get frustrated. It didn't matter to her that Katara had told her many times when she was younger, that Pema had backed up all those words of wisdom, that it might take a few tries before succeeding. She wanted it to happen right away, and she couldn't understand why it wouldn't, even though she knew from her healing classes.30 Days of Makorra - Day 2 - Patience3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Her enthusiasm didn't last long, however.
When the morning sickness first kicked in, she was less than amused. The ginger tea kept the worst of it at bay, but she still spent her days feeling under the weather. It was just as well that Mako was used to cooking, because there was no way she would have been able to. She couldn't even be in the same room when food was on the stove, the smell made her stomach churn. It felt like forever until those days were over, and she entered what the healers cal
A Suicide SongI've had too muchA Suicide Song3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Today is done
Don't think about life that's just begun
Get home, get the rope
Don't have any more hope
I'm going to pull until I can choke
Tying the knot
Controlling the plot
Knowing how this story will end: I'll rot
Slipping the knot around my head
One thought: soon I'll be dead
Maybe after some more red?
Slip out of it slowly
Grab the blade off the trolley
Thinking about all that's holy
One more thin line
Oh, now that's fine
Now let's try this one more time
Stand on the chair
Kick my feet in the air
Won't have any more pain to bear
ButterflyButterfly3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Verse 1 -
It's been two nights since I've had tears on my pillow
I find that quit un-imaginable, usually every night I cry onto my pillow
I'm normally the person to let things go
But things get hard and sky's get dyed grey
The clouds turn to black
All the voices in your head tell you tell you you've lost your mind
Your pathway narrows down and becomes harder to find
And you keep getting denied to the single voice who says your fine.
But every time I get down I try to find myself and tell my self
I am a butterfly, spread my wings and learn to fly
Even when the storm hits you rest on a leaf
It will pass, no matter how long it seems.
Darling you're a butterfly spread those wings and sore through the sky
Everything will be alright for you.
Verse 2 -
My minds always running, this always makes me want to run away.
Who can you turn to? When everyone happy has left from your misery
Who can you trust? How to know if there not there for themselves
I guess it all built up from sadness in
GLaDOS - VoicesIt has been just a few days since your programming began. You are nothing more than a round core of circuits; you are delicate, feeble, barely wrapped by a steel skeleton.GLaDOS - Voices4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
On the desks, the projects already say otherwise. The lines on the paper build complex maps, tracing a huge future for you - they show hundreds of wires and embroidered metal boards, a high-tech hard disk, and what, so they say, will be the most precise system of lenses in the world.
You wait, patiently. Your senses are still dim; the small optic is weak, whereas touch, smell and taste won't exist in your world.
Most of all, you hear. You hear their speeches, you hear their laughs; you hear a male voice repeating orders, as your supervisors type them in. Simple instructions – simple footage of experiments, with audio comment.
watch - and - learn
Always, every working day, you hear them say that you will become something great. You believe it – it is a fact, a truth like any other.
A night you can
He's what?He's what?4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Spencer Reid has a secret. No one knew about it, and he hoped to keep it that way. He hoped. That all changed in about a half an hour.
It was a normal day at the Behavioral Analysis Unit in Quantico, Virginia. All of the agents were doing something different, whether it is talking to each other, doing paperwork, or just off in their own world. Whatever the case is, things were going to change drastically for two of these agents by the end of the day. Agent Prentiss was having a conversation with Agent Rossi in the bullpen, Agent Morgan was off with their technical analyst Penelope Garcia in her office, and that left Agent Reid sitting at his desk thinking. He was known as a genius to the team, with an IQ of 187, an eidetic memory, and he could read 20,000 words a minute, but he had a major secret, a secret he had never shared
Poison mePoison me4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I woke up in the hospital, I frowned that I that I was here, the door open and I looked up at the doctor coming he frowned "Good your awake Mr Way was scared that you might have died, I have a anit venom for your bite." I nodded and sat up my head hurting feeling week as a kitten "Don't worry it wouldn't hurt."
"AWO! You said it wouldn't hurt?"
"In a couple of hours you will feel the effects, you might not feel well, it affects people in different ways." Said the Doctor. He the left, closing the door behind him, I was alone, I never felt so happy to be alone, I caught a glances of myself in the mirror from the bath room, paled skinned, my lips bright red and my brown eyes like head lamps, my neck feels like it been used as a pin cushion. God I am stuck in the hospital having the antieviem, which will make me sick. "Hurrrr!" I said loudly as I fell back on the bed this couldn't get any worst, I turned my head to look out the window as the ra
I Was WrongMaybe I was wrongI Was Wrong3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You don't need me
That's why you left
I'm the one that needs you
I don't feel the need to change myself to make you want me again
If who I am isn't good enough, then maybe I'm better off alone
I wish things could go back to being like they were
Me and you
Fitting perfectly together
Letting everything disappear
I know I'm young
People tell me I'll find someone else
That I'll love again
But I don't know if I can be that open with anyone other than you
I'm too guarded
I have trouble seeing myself with anyone but
I know how to be strong and that I shouldn't let one relationship ruin me
But in all honesty
I am lost without you
MCR: Broken Glass.A crash rang throughout the hotel. The four men in the room weren't surprised at all. They knew this sound too well by nowit was caused by one of their own, after all. A mousey-haired boy raised up his head, nose scrunched up, causing his glasses to press against the bridge of his nose.MCR: Broken Glass.4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The other three nodded; no shock or disbelief was on their faces.
"Should we go check on him?"
The others shook their heads, lowering them. One nibbled on his lip, narrowing his eyes. He found the fact that nobody was going to check on the other quite angering.
"We have to help him."
A blonde looked over at the one that had spoken, a look of confusion on his face.
"Why? He did this to himself. We don't have to help him at all."
He glared at the blonde, rolling his eyes. "I'm being serious, Bob."
"I am, too."
"He could you know."
Bob looked over at the other, shaking his head. "He's not gonna die, Frank. God."
"I never said he was going to. I said he could. Learn to listen. God."
Yellow SpringYellow Spring3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It came in tasteful gestures on a shouldered backward breeze.
Ghosts of smiling children rocked the rusting set of swings.
Plucking yellow daisy tops, in streams the stones did sink.
While birds of cream and navy rode above a gust of pink.
The sun rays pressed their fingers through the isle of cobwebbed clouds.
Spitting shafts of sunlight lift the humming branches' sound.
The sipping of the soil weaned as dewdrops fell in threes.
In this brutte of cradled roots I lay beneath the trees.
WonderlandElements of Artificial DreamspaceWonderland4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Dreamscapes of Wonderland The Alice Analogy
To the astonishment of the scientific community, recent and shocking revelations suggest, with possibly indisputable evidence, that psychiatrists had been studying artificial dreamspace as early as the 1870's, more than a century before the development of dreamspace equipment and artificial dream-inducing drugs, or even the idea that the human brain could facilitate a virtual environment was conceived.
In 2094, historian and dreamspace researcher Charles Dreyfuss published a report in the Polaris Science Journal (Feb 2094 edition) suggesting that beginning in 1864, a patient in a psychiatric hospital had been locked in a desperate war with her own subconscious for the control of her mind and body.
While original reports from the hospital itself never used the language employed to discuss any aspect of artificial dreams, Dreyfuss explained throughout his 120 page report that the patient in
Fatal Threat: Long Road to Ruin CHAPTER ONEFatal Threat: Long Road to Ruin CHAPTER ONE3 years ago in Drama More Like This
I sat in front of the sparkling flames, staring into the dancing colors of red and orange, my leg now only sore. It took me back to the days when we would camp out in the middle of the desert. I'd always stare into the heat and let my skin burn and my eyes water up. Back when I never met them... How much my life has changed already. I was snapped back to reality when Fun had said something. I shot my head up and stared at him vacantly. He was looking at me, and he raised his eyebrows.
"What?" I asked.
"Are you okay?" He repeated.
I only nodded and lowered my head again, unknowingly fixing my eyes on the burning pieces of wood. Why were we here? We hadn't done anything wrong They were always the one forming up vendetta, and god dammit, it's getting way too personal. Sure we snuck inside their building and retrieve a kid they decided to hold hostage. So we get thrown out of a helicopter?
"Come on." Party helped me up and assisted me over to a makeshift tent-type-thing.
Sent pt2Sent pt23 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
3 months past and Remus had to turn Harry but like Harry said he had choices and took them both the first potion made by Hermione didn't work in stopping the wolf gene so Harry had to take a potion he made himself stopping him from turning into a wolf at the full moon and in those three months both Harry and Remus had fun in using their mating bond to the hell as Harry turned 18 and become one of three new teacher of DADAs one being Remus and the other Sirius, they took other jobs on while they shared this post "Sooo how was it today?" Sirius asked as he saw Harry plop down onto the red big comfy chair
"I think the first years are smarter than the 3 years." He said as he took a mouthful of cola that he had to order in "Do you know they got a bunch tricks from Fred and George oh god the amount of noise bleeds was beyond anything I've ever seen." Sirius snorted
"Did they really think it would work?"
"I think they forgot I know the double trouble very well." They sat there laughing when R