An Experimental Story - Frerard.This story is an experiment, in that, each of the six chapters will be written by six different people, with the only input from anyone else coming from reading the chapters written before. Six styles of writing, six views on where the story should go, and what should happen in it, each responsible only for their own small part. Read on, and see what you think.
Part two will be written by littleblackmariah
Part three by DeadRoseInTheSnow
Part four by CrystallineCarnage
Part five by DeadSkarlett
Part six by WordsCannotHarmMe
It was a hot, dry day in the City. Staying out of the main streets as much as he was able, young Gerard made his way through the dusty, litter strewn back streets of Pheonix, Arizona, trying to find somewhere to shelter from the cold of the night and the fast approaching dust storm. Life was miserable for the young man, living hand to mouth in the poorer parts where he didn't stand out so badly from everyone else. Little did Gerard kn
F.O.R.G.I.V.E.F is for Feelings,F.O.R.G.I.V.E.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
pain, anger, guilt.
O is for Outrage,
mountains from molehills built.
R is for Reasoning,
let common sense in.
G is for Genuine,
let healing begin.
I is for Ignore,
those screaming for vengeance.
V is for Validity,
give mercy a chance.
E is for Empathy,
support and don't revile.
Forgiveness is stronger,
than revenge or defile.
the one that lets it reside.
Forgiveness the one thing
that we all have inside.
The betrayal and anger,
that's felt can be so stark.
Often, I'll admit, it leaves
some emotional mark.
Forgiveness can strengthen,
if you just allow.
Forgiveness can build a bridge,
it's a start, anyhow.
Alphabetically Complimenting.A is for Adorable,Alphabetically Complimenting.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
your dazzling to me.
B is for Beautiful,
your exquisite eyes I see.
C is for Caressable,
your skin as soft as cotton.
D is for Durable,
you last when others forgotten.
E is for Exquisite,
lovely as summer days.
F is for Favorable,
generous, helpful ways.
G is for Gregarious,
out going, full of fun.
H is for Helpful,
always there when works begun.
I is for Irrepressible,
nothing keeps you down.
J is for Joyous,
always acting the clown.
K is for Kleptomania,
collecting's an urge you can't fight.
L is for Loving,
always saying just what's right.
M is for Masterful,
the one to take command.
N is for No Compromise,
for your beliefs you stand.
O is for Offering,
companionship, or a cuddle.
P is for Puzzling,
helping out when things are a muddle.
Q is for Quarrelsome,
if something isn't right.
R is for Responsible,
holding on so tight.
S is for Shoul
Despair and Hope.Defeated, ill treated,Despair and Hope.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a spirit torn apart.
the shredding of a heart.
Forlorn, still born,
hopes for a future bright.
Unfed, half dead,
strangled by fears too tight.
the innocent are crushed.
Still green, unseen,
under rugs are brushed.
Ill used, abused,
cast down into despair.
Reach up, reach out,
look up and I'll be there.
Support, self taught,
together we are strong.
A team, no seam,
try to right a wrong.
I'll be there, I care,
I'll try with all my power.
We two, me and you,
are growing future's flower.
Natures Rainbow.The poppies of the battlefield,Natures Rainbow.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as red as blood stains of old.
Physallis in their papery hoods,
are tempting orange gold.
The sunflowers of summer,
yellow petals shining bright.
The catkins of springtime,
soft green, their pollen light.
The squills of late springtime,
a blue so lustrous ripe.
Berries of Autumn hedgerows,
indigo purple every type.
The shy, small summer violets,
the name the colour spells.
In this, natures own rainbow,
rejoice, my heart, me tells.
My Knight With The Wild Brown Curls.It was the night before my wedding, and had just had a visit from Ma Toro, my soon to be mother – in – law. As she was leaving, she gave me a gaily wrapped parcel, and asked me to open it when I was alone. It was strange, she had this really … strange … look on her face, kind of, I don't know, reflective, and happy, and a bit wistful all at once. I'd never seen her with quite that expression on her face before. Well, I was alone tonight, Ray was, as tradition dictated, not seeing me tonight, night before the wedding and all that, so, when she left, I decided to open my gift, and see what was inside to make her look so strange.My Knight With The Wild Brown Curls.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Inside was a beautifully carved wooden keepsake box, inside of that was an ornate leather bound book, almost like a photo album, or scrap book, but grand. Opening the front cover, I found, in Ma Toro's very neat and precise hand writing, a note, saying 'My dearest Kat, My new daughter. I knew right from the start that you would be the one for my son, I only h
Summer Campground Adventures C1. The idea started out as such a simple one, randomly select ten luckySummer Campground Adventures C1.3 years ago in Settings More Like This
deviants with assorted medical conditions, gather them all together in one place
for a two week 'summer camp' with a staff of musicians and therapists and so
forth, learning and building towards a big finale the day before they were
due to leave. That was the plan, what happened was a bit different though...
What we hadn't forseen was the computer glitch that selected and
notified nineteen deviants, not ten. Now we had almost twice as many participants
as we'd anticipated. However, we did some rapid calculations, and found that,
with some extra therapists and musicians, we could still make this work. So we
E-mailed some of the recording companies, explaining who we were and what we needed,
the response was phenominal ....
Wild Beauty.I am but a common weed,Wild Beauty.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you pass me in the street.
But if you stop to look at me,
beauteous flowers at your feet.
I creep through cracks in concrete,
you walk past without a glance.
But think of how hard I had to try,
and give me a second chance.
I may be a common sight to you,
a dandelion or daisy.
But in less temperate places,
I would drive people crazy.
I'm tough, and I will survive,
come heat, or cold, or flood.
And still produce delicate flowers,
from my every bud.
My beauty understated,
by gardeners abhored.
But beauty, in beholder's eyes,
come to each, adored.
The Viewers Asked Us To! Dan and Phil were sitting on the edge of the sofa doingThe Viewers Asked Us To!3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
another 'Danisnotonfire' requests show - where the viewers
request them to do various things. The request that came
in from one of the Phan's was for the two to ... well,
lets see shall we?
"Oh Dan, you're just too adorable", simpered Phil, teasingly.
Dan, grinning, replied with "No, no Phil, you're just too amazing
for words." Phil grinned at his friend, starting to enjoy this
"But Dan, you're brown eyes are just so ... beautiful!" Phil
stated, with a giggle. "Phil, do you know what those blue eyes of
yours do to me? They're just so .... brilliant."Dan responded,
"Oh, Dannie Boy, You charmer, I love your chuckle."Phil was
really getting into the whole idea of this particular request and
starting to have some fun with it. "Cuddly, that's what you are,
Philly my boy." smirked Dan.
I'm Going To What? Previously, Bob had been seriously dating Frank for weeks, and they had been talking setting up home together, when, one morning, Frank finds a comic that a now sober and drug free Gerard produced in secret. THis prompts some serious soul searching in Frank, who realises that, while he loves Bob, he's still IN LOVE with Gerard, leading him to ditch Bob, and ask Gerard to marry him, here we carry on from Bob's point of view.I'm Going To What?3 years ago in Drama More Like This
When Ray and Mikey found me, I was pretty far gone. While Ray rang 911,
Mikey stayed with me, came with me in the ambulance, held my hand while they did a
gastric lavage, and supported my shoulders when I spewed my guts up after. Cried with
me when I wished for death, and didn't leave my side for six weeks, coaxing me to eat
and drink, trying to get me talking. Finally snapping after six weeks of my being unable
to keep anything down, with weight and strength
Five Can Can Foolies.The stage was lit with bright colours to match the dresses, red, orange, yellow, green and blue. As the familiar tune started, five young ladies came onto stage, high kicking all the way. First came Franka, dressed all in red from her scarlet dress to her crimson court shoes, followed by the orange clad Bobbi, then yellow attired Gerarda, Green bedecked Rayna, and lastly the blue robed Mikaela. Kicking up their feet over their shoulders, and raising their knees to their chests the girls took the room by storm in a swirl of cancan induced fever.Five Can Can Foolies.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
When the music picked up pace, so did the girls, cartwheeling and tumbling across the stage, crossing and circling one another in a display of choreography that left the audience breathless. When the tune changed for a while, what was planned was that Franka would cartwheel around the edges of the stage, while Bobbi and Mikaela did the splits, and Gerarda and Rayna turned their backs to the audience, bent over forwards, flipping their skirts up
Blind Panic 8Next morning, we woke to the feeling of someone nestled in against our side, this surprised us, as when we went to sleep, we were alone as was everyone else in the cave. Keeping our eyes closed, we tested ourself to see if we could DEDUCE, without looking, who it was. They were slender, but not skinny, tall, from the way they were curled up, and warm, VERY warm. PYRO! Carefully, so as not to scorch our feathers, we looked down and saw him grinning at us from under our wing. Yawning, and stretching, he apologised, and commented that our wings were softer than the cave walls for sleeping with, unsure how to respond, we smiled and nodded.Blind Panic 83 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Once Pyro had, literally ‘cooked’ breakfast (his hair was used to toast whatever woodland foods were found), we got started on the work of the time – mastering new skills. For us, this meant learning to take off & land, run and turn at super human speed, lift without sound, and think outside of normal practices, taking into account ever
Summer Campground Adventures C12 Day 3Summer Campground Adventures C123 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
After the same wake up chorus as the day before, everyone gathered in the
dining room, where an air of secretiveness hung over certain groups of people.
With the meal underway, muttered whisperings could be half heard at various
tables around the room, and general unease affected several of the previous
After the meal, eaten somewhat more quietly than the previous day, we
split into the separate groups for lesson one again.The vocalists, Kira, Kat, Claude, Alice, Rachael, Adrian,
Catie, Zoe, Katherine and Sharon went with Gerard, Jimmy, Billie Joe, Hayley
and Amy, going into one room, while Ash, Mick, Linda, Lokir, Donya, Rebecca,
Katie, Veronica and D went with Bob, Kitty, Tre, Andy and Spencer into another
When they all got to their as
Making Noise The Killjoy Way. C1 It was just after dawn that the call for aid came in. A desperate measure,surely, giving precise co-ordinates over open airwaves? Grabbing keys, ammo, weapons and supplies, I drag my girls out of bed, prod my hubby into action, and we set off into the still darkness of the early morning.Making Noise The Killjoy Way. C13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Grabbing the mobile set, I directed Phantom towards who knew what emergency
situation, as I responded, and heard other callsign afferm their intent to attend
also. I didn't know who this caller was, but I could hear enough background noise
to know they were in a desperate situation, and a killjoy is a killjoy. It was time
to make some noise, and let the aftermath come as it would......
Racing through the slowly lightening desert, listening to the frantic shouts for
help and calls of other groups on their way, it made
Hate To Love Part One (Synacky Mpreg)Hate To Love Part One (Synacky Mpreg)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hate To Love Part One (Synacky Mpreg):
Zacky Baker nibbled at his bottom lip as he sat in his BMW, pondering just exactly how he was going to tell his best friend two very important things that he knew that he had to tell him. He also knew that it would be, without a doubt, an extremely difficult task, and he most likely wouldn't be believed on either account.
"How did my life come to this?" Zacky asked himself.
(Two months prior)
Ziah Baker and Evi Haner lounged around the massive pool that was part of Vengeance Manor, home to Avenged Sevenfold's guitarist Zacky Vengeance, Ziah's older brother.
"Ya know, Evi, I'm surprised that neither of our brothers have come out with full burkas to cover us up," Ziah laughed, motioning to the awesome Avenged Sevenfold bikinis they were wearing.
"I know," Evi laughed. "I mean, what is it that makes our
Hate To Love Part Four (Synacky Mpreg)Hate To Love Part Four (Synacky Mpreg)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hate To Love Part Four (Synacky):
Brian trudged through the trees, into the clearing that had been The Spot for many years. He was a bit confused by Zacky wanting to meet right away and not telling him anything other than it was important. "What's up, Zee?" he asked, sitting on the contorted tree trunk beside Zacky with a sigh.
"Uhm...I...Uhhh...have to tell you something, and...uhhhmmm...you're not gonna like it."
"Okay. What is it?"
"Well, Ziah and I were out at Fabiano's and...uhhhmmm...we saw and heard something that you should really know about."
"They come out with an amazing new pasta dish?" Brian asked with a smirk.
Zacky sighed, rolled his eyes and shook his head. "No, Brian, this has nothing to do with pasta or any other food. This is really serious."
Brian felt his heart drop a little. "What's wrong, Zack? Ya know, you can tell me anything."
"I just hope you still feel that
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 60The inner workings of your mind woke you with frightening images, jolting you awake to a spell of shaking as your eyes desperately tried to adjust to the dark. It had been late afternoon when you'd pretty much collapsed on the large four-poster bed in the room Mycroft had deemed yours for the extent of your stay. He’d tired to get you to let some one look you over but you’d refused and asked to be alone so he’d left you with a first aid kit and some pajamas he’d had Anthea pick up since you’d lost your duffle. The only thing you’d felt like doing was sleeping so you’d just flung yourself as is on the bed and had to have been asleep for at least long enough for the soft light of dusk to fall into the full darkness of night. You took a number of deep breaths as you tried to stabilize your brain’s grasp on reality and then carefully readjusted to go back to sleep.Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 602 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
One of the most frustrating things in life is being entirely exhausted- physic
Hate To Love Part Two (Synacky Mpreg)Hate To Love Part Two (Synacky Mpreg)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hate To Love Part Two (Synacky Mpreg):
(Two days later)
Zacky and Ziah walked down the beach, his arm around her shoulders as his two dogs frolicked a few feet in front of them.
"So, how's your face, bro?" Ziah asked, slipping her arm around Zacky's waist.
"Are you sure? Those scratches look like they hurt."
"They sting a little bit. But you hit me harder when you were two," Zacky grinned, kissing the side of her head.
"Well, you did teach me how to punch," Ziah said proudly.
"I had to. I wanted to make sure you could in case I wasn't around to do it for you."
"That, I do know. But I still wanna kick Gena's ass."
"Sissy, she slapped me and she didn't hurt me."
"The slap may not have hurt, but that abominable hosebeast used you as her own personal ATM and put you down on a constant basis. She needs a beatdown...she deserves a beatdown. Can I give it to her? Pret
Hate To Love Part Six (Synacky Mpreg)Hate To Love Part Six (Synacky Mpreg)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hate To Love Part Six (Synacky Mpreg):
(A couple days later...)
"So," Evi started, dipping a French fry into ketchup and popping it into her mouth.
"So?" Ziah asked, wiping her mouth on a white paper napkin.
"Brian tells me that he's still waiting for Zacky to call him. I mean, I get why he's not really excited to open himself up to my brother again, but I just wish that they'd both get their heads out of their asses and admit that they love each other already," Evi groaned and rolled her eyes.
"I agree with you, but what can we do about it? I know Zacky would be furious with me if I stuck my nose into this."
"Yeah, same with Brian, but ya know what, I don't give a fuck. I say we take matters into our own hands and force them to open their eyes and face the TRUTH."
Ziah nodded her head with a big grin. "I'm in, and I know just the thing to get them together wi
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 43They began to argue loudly- well… it was more Sherlock trying to get a word in as John shouted abuse at him- and after the initial shock wore off you moved to try and put an end to it. You were met with little success, tugging at your brother’s arm only to have him shake you off before your own temper flared and you demanded, “I’m an adult, John. I can make my own decisions.”Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 432 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He spun to bellow at you, “Obviously not. The last decision you made landed you with a man who almost killed you and now this… this… arrogant arsehole who doesn’t even believe he has a heart. I would say your judgment is not to be trusted.”
You gaped at him for a second and then yelled back, “My mistakes are my own and I deal with them as such. After what I’ve been through, do you honestly think I would have let whatever this is continue if I hadn’t thought it through? If I didn’t trust him? You can’t just start making dec
Summer Campground Adventures C10 Lunch time brought it's own fun that day, when, with a stressful morningSummer Campground Adventures C103 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
behind them, the students, and 'teachers' started to sing their favourite songs
from when they were teens, which, for some, meant going back some years. Over
on special diets table, Mick and Linda caused great hilarity, by very innocently
starting to sing one of Toyah's song's 'Good morning Universe', unable to understand
why Frank suddenly blushed, or why everyone else at the table started to snigger.
Then Kira bellowed, full volume "Why you singing to Frank's dick?"
Mick and Linda, looking first at each other, then everyone else, clearly had
no idea what Kira was on about. However, Kira's shout had attracted the attention
of the entire dining room, and, in the screaming silence that followed, Linda
said "We were only singing one of Toyah's songs from the early 80's. What's so
funny about 'Good morning Universe'?"
Hate To Love Part Seven (Synacky Mpreg)Hate To Love Part Seven (Synacky Mpreg)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hate To Love Part Seven (Synacky Mpreg):
Brian and Zacky shared laughs and light banter as they ate the delicious food their sisters had set up for them. Ziah had even made the double chocolate raspberry cake with strawberries that they both loved. They both reached across the table at the same time and held each other's hands as they stared deeply into one another's eyes with satisfied smiles across their faces.
"Brian, can I ask you something important?"
"Sure, baby. You can ask me anything," Brian smiled.
Zacky took a deep breath and squeezed Brian's hands tightly as he exhaled slowly. "Brian, will you...will you be my boyfriend?" he asked with a blush.
"You want me to be your boyfriend?" Brian asked, masking his emotions in both his eyes and his voice.
"Uhhhmmm...y-yeah," Zacky squirmed in his chair a little bit, afraid he'd already scared Brian off before anything officially started between them.
Hate To Love Part Three (Synacky Mpreg)Hate To Love Part Three (Synacky Mpreg)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hate To Love Part Three (Synacky Mpreg):
(A couple hours later)
Zacky and Ziah sat across a small table from each other in their favorite Italian restaurant, having their weekly brother-sister dinner date. Their weekly dinners had been a regular occurence starting when Zacky was a senior in high school and Ziah was a sophomore. It was their special alone time and they both relished it.
"So are you dating anybody new?" Zacky asked, taking a sip of red wine.
Ziah shook her head, sighing. "Nope."
"So, I don't have to worry about any losers for the time being?" Zacky smirked.
"Don't start, Zack. Seriously."
"Okay. Touchy subject. I'll drop it now."
"Thank you," Ziah sighed, taking a small sip of her wine.
Zacky was reaching across the table to take Ziah's hands into his when an all-too-familiar shrill voice broke in from across the room. He froze and went pale.
"Oh, Mark, you are so romantic, and these diamond
Summer Campground Adventures C16 Next morning, after the now familiar roll call, breakfast was taken inSummer Campground Adventures C163 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
much better humour than the previous day. Talk centered around the mystery of
who had rewritten 'Teenagers' so well. Frank, though sat at the table where it
started, was unable to answer, only knowing that Mick and Linda had said it was
one of their daughters, having looked at a younger deviant.
Over on the special diets table, Frank was tryng to find out who had
rewritten the song, but, other than a shared look, and a laugh, the couple
weren't answering, although Kat got rather red in the face. Shrugging it off,
Frank asked again who had done it, and again, Kat's face got red. Finally
twigging what it meant, Frank said "It was you, wasn't it Kat? YOU rewrote
'Teenagers'?" Kat just looked at her feet and nodded.