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 You3 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
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 you3 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
Synacky- I Will Follow You Into The DarkLove of mine,Synacky- I Will Follow You Into The Dark3 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
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?
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.
3. Move Along~~One week later~~3. Move Along3 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
Late Night Texts 26S: Dean, were you and Cas watching Ju-On 2 last night?Late Night Texts 262 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
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.
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.
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.
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
PossessionThe moment John and Mary brought home their second son from the hospital they should have known.Possession6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
They dismissed Dean's babysitter, but only after she had cooed over Sam a little, then went to put the new baby in his crib. However, the babysitter had failed to mention that Dean had been stubborn enough not to go to sleep in his own room. In fact, he hadn't even gone to sleep in a real bed.
Dean had fallen asleep next to the crib in a bed of comforters and sheets that his babysitter had obviously made him. He was curled up in a ball, one hand tucked under his chin, one in front of his nose and mouth.
The two adults had had to pause for a second, just to blink and stare at their now eldest son, surprised. The thought that came after the "What ?" was something along the lines of "Aw how cute." But that's to be expected because this is a sleeping baby Dean we're talking about here. The only thing cuter is a sleeping baby Sam.
Mary was the first to smile, handing John Sam and walking ov
Mommy, He's LyingMommy, he said it, he said it was true.Mommy, He's Lying3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mommy, he said it, he said "I love you."
Mommy, he said it, he said it was real
Mommy, please know how to think, how i feel
Mommy, this love is the truth, it's the way
Mommy, he said it, he said it today.
Mommy, he's lying, he's lying to me
Mommy, he's telling a lie, can't you see?
Mommy, he never did mean what he said
Mommy, his voice is pounding in my head.
Mommy, he's lying, his love isn't pure
Love's a disease and he's finding the cure.
Mommy, he's lying, what else can I say...
Mommy, he hit me, he killed me today.
Mommy, he lied to me, why did he lie?
Mommy, he lied through his tears, through his cries
Mommy, his lies I just couldn't see through
Mommy, he lied to me.
What'd I ever do?
And Daddy always lied.My legs are covered in bruisesAnd Daddy always lied.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I have a scar by my left eye.
I’m not allowed to smile, though
And I’m not allowed to cry.
I think my right arm’s broken
But shh, don’t tell my dad.
He doesn’t like to worry bout me
When he’s already mad.
I have a burn on my left wrist
From when he pushed my arm
Against the stove, the hot, hot stove
And did a bit of harm.
I have a bear, a teddy bear.
He doesn’t have a name.
He makes me better every time
I’m feeling hurt and shame.
Today, my dad came home kind of late
A beer still in his hand.
I closed my eyes and waited.
He screamed, he shouted, and…
Well, my name is Mary Starr
And this is how I died.
But daddy always loved me.
And daddy always lied.
Synacky - One Shot"Zacky! Get a grip man! Seriously, if she doesn't want to go out with you, thenSynacky - One Shot3 years ago in Romance More Like This
you can't force her!" Johnny was trying to calm me down. Let me get you caught
up, right now I was just told by my girlfriend of 23 months that she wanted to
be single again. What kind of reason is that!? I was really pissed off yet
really upset at the same time and it was putting me on edge. I really loved her
and now she is gone. I guess I should get myself together for the bands sake.
I'm performing in a few hours and we wanted to get an afterparty set up. It is
the LAST show we are playing for a year while we work on our new album, so we
are gonna party, get laid and take some... substances all night long!! To be
honest, I'm really excited and nothing will kill my mood tonight. Not even her...
"Zack! Where's the guitar tech at?!" Brian shouted over the loud music playing.
We where in the tour bus behind the venue and 5 guys in that small space is what
you would consider to be quiet. Brian walked over to
If you are a victim...If you have ever faked a smileIf you are a victim...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Slit your wrist
Cried yourself to sleep
Wished yourself gone
Chased a dream (and lost it)
Ended up in a nightmare…
Turned away from your “friends”
Tortured yourself over an error
If you are a victim…
Remember to stay strong.
Because you’re only a survivor
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?
The Truth Hurts, Doesn't It?Everyone has a secret.The Truth Hurts, Doesn't It?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Its the razor blade under their pillow.
The end of a toothbrush covered in bile,
Even a loaded gun stashed in your closet that was somehow 'misplaced'.
Its only the name of a crush scribbled over and over on a crumpled piece of paper,
The quiet whispers of where you snuck out to last night.
How you really passed that test.
Its the innocent sayings that hurt the most,
Pent up emotion that cuts the deepest
Your kin by blood that deal the killing blows.
Yet you continue to let them close enough to see the pain in your eyes,
Under the false hopes that instead of pushing you away,
They would accept you for what you are.
A monster of your own creation.
Don't try to change a creature of habit,
Never trust the wind to break your fall,
Promise you won't hide from something that is truly blind to reality.
Each person shouldn't have to change their ways
In order to be accepted by a society
Which stores their own s
Poor Man's GoldHush the youngest children, for the demon in the skiesPoor Man's Gold3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Treasuring the very thought of anyone's demise
Glitter fades to black and shining moonlight fades to dust
Every cruel man's wonderland is built of poor man's trust
Tragic, empty melodies and blood beneath the air
Fearlessly escape the wind and drown without a care
Treasure death as platinum, as silver and as gold
Every cruel man's wonderland is built of poor man's gold...