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.2 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.2 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.2 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.
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 82 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
The Viewers Asked Us To! Dan and Phil were sitting on the edge of the sofa doingThe Viewers Asked Us To!2 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.
Blind Panic 3Lying in the hospital bed, unable to see what this group of 'eye doctors' are actually looking at, I concentrate on my other senses, my hearing, touch, smell and taste. Taste doesn't exactly tell me much at present, the disinfectant tang of hospitals masks pretty much everything else. Hearing, that's only any use when there's someone nearby to listen to. Touch, same as hearing, pretty much, save for feeling the dressings all over me, the sheets and blankets, and that damned needle in my arm, and fuck only knows what their pushing into me through there. Smell, well, other than that distinctive hospital smell, I detect flowers, stale tobacco smoke (someone around here smokes), and a musky, spicy cologne that I find …. Unappealing.Blind Panic 32 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Listening closely, I hear them say something about unexpected developments, and unusual side effects. What are they talking about. They take the bandages off my head, and look into my eyes, but … this is odd … I .. I don't understand what's happened. I can see,
Blind Panic 10When we were all gathered and introduced, we started preparations for the evening meal, this was usually something of a chore, as it mean considerable effort being made to find foods in the woodland, then persuade Pyro not to burn them. Tonight, however, was not like most nights. Versi, coming forward, said that if we could get her to town, she could transform into a regular person for long enough to go to the supermarket and buy groceries. Beyblades, thinking fast (as fast as he could) decided to have us fly her there, for speed and safety. Making herself as small and lightweight as she could, Versi climbed onto our back, and we took off.Blind Panic 102 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
When we were in the town, Versi left us at a disused play park to hide while she shopped, andwe practised with our night vision, interpreting what we was seeing and hearing around us. A sudden sound caught our attention, and we crept into hiding. VERSI! Someone sounded to be attacking her, we could hear her struggles. Taking to the air again, we cros
Blind Panic 9As the group of Creators approached the camp, we saw, coming from the other direction, a small group of what appeared to be hominid mk two’s. Landing, we sent Pyro to warn the others about both groups, while we went to track the Creators. Our night vision should be handy now, twilight was drawing in, so that was to our advantage too. Creeping through the woodland shadows, we approached the … enemy with caution.Blind Panic 92 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
They hadn’t sensed us yet, but someone else had. As I crept forwards, a small winged creature landed delicately beside us, cocking their head to one side as if to listen to our thoughts, or, more likely, the Creators. We looked at our new companion, she was a strange mixture of things to be sure. Half cat, half woman, with reptilian wings, we really didn’t know what to make of her, then, suddenly, a thought not our own told us to trust her. What? Where had that come from ? Looking at her again, we saw her grinning – it was her, that had to be one o
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.2 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
Natures Rainbow.The poppies of the battlefield,Natures Rainbow.2 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.
Wild Beauty.I am but a common weed,Wild Beauty.2 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.
Summer Campground Adventures C1. The idea started out as such a simple one, randomly select ten luckySummer Campground Adventures C1.2 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 ....
Blind Panic 13As we left the caves for our usual training ground, we noticed Pixie wasn’t with us, and, looking around, we didn’t see her anywhere. Concerned, we backtracked to the caves, and heard Aquaria and Pixie talking. Aquaria appeared to be upset that Pixie was making friends in the group so easily, Pixie, on the other hand, seemed confused as to ‘Quarie’s problem. Re-entering the caves, we made our presence known, and asked the problem. Aquaria, scowling at us, wrapped a hand over Pixie’s face, and both disappeared into the water. Startled, we went to the waters edge, and saw Aquaria towing Pixie along under the water, Pixie looking happy and waving. Shaking our head in confusion, we went to train.Blind Panic 132 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Getting to the training ground, We found Aquaria and Pixie already there, and Aquaria looking smugly at us when we arrived. Pixie, running over to us, told us that if Quarie clasped a hand over someone’s mouth and nose, they could breathe under water too. Reli
Phan- 'Deaf'An eight year old Dan skipped happily around the school playground as he played with his two best friends, Chris and PJ. It was the beginning of the autumn term, and Dan was just happy to be back with his friends. As the bell went to tell everyone to go and line up outside the appropriate classroom, a teacher took Dan aside.Phan- 'Deaf'2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Dan, would you like to do me a special job?" The kind voice of the head teacher asked. Dan nodded, and she led him to her office. "There's a new boy joining us this afternoon, and I wanted to see if you wanted to look after him,"
"Okay," Dan agreed,
"The thing is, he's deaf, so you won't be able to communicate with him very well,"
"I trust that you'll make him feel very welcome, and that you will make sure that he is happy," Dan nodded, and went back into his classroom.
"Class, this is Phil. He's deaf, but he's very friendly, and I'm sure any communication barriers will be broken down pretty quickly," The class teacher announced. She signed a few words to Ph
The Photo Album. Sighing, I looked at the last book on the shelf. Why did this have toThe Photo Album.2 years ago in Romance More Like This
hurt so much? It wasn't as if he was dead, or that he'd even left me. We were
still together, as much in love as always, and had even more amazing adventures
to look forward to, but, moving home....it hurt, and I was having to do it
without him, as he was with his desperately ill Ma in our old home town.
That's what the move was for, of course, so we could be with his parents
now, while they needed the extra support from him and his brother. But.... it
still left me alone to cope with the move. Don't get me wrong, I love his parents,
and his brother, but .... just at the moment, he has no time for me.
Muttering to myself about my being selfish, I pick up that last book, and
open the cover. Its a photo album from when we first started dating. So long ago
now, and yet so easy to remember. Looking at the photo's,
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?2 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.2 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
Summer Campground Adventures C12 Day 3Summer Campground Adventures C122 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
All Is Dark - Frerard OneshotAll Is Dark - Frerard Oneshot2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Black. All I see is black, a mass of darkness surrounding me. I try to squint into the darkness, but nothing happens. I try to raise my arm to drag a hand through my hair, but nothing happens.
I can't move, my body won't let me, but I still have some of my senses. I can hear the beeping of a monitor, I can feel cold, stiff bed sheets surrounding me, I can smell the strong odour of disinfectant spray, but they are distant. I can't see or speak, I'm trapped in my own body. Laying motionless with no escape.
I feel tired and weak, I desperately want to sleep, to escape this feeling for a couple of hours at least. But how can I fall asleep? I'm uncomfortable and I can't move. I'm helpless.
I hear a door open and suddenly I feel someone resting their hand on mine. I can hear them whimpering. I can feel their tears drop onto my face and be gently wiped back off with a pad of a thumb. I can smell the scent of someone familiar, someone I miss, someone I love. It's Frank!
Frankie is crying becau
Funfairs. It was a fine summer's afternoon, so, when they met up in town,Funfairs.2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mikey Way and Ray Toro decided to go to the fairground, and, meeting
first Pete Wentz, then Matt Bellamy, on the way, they decided they'd
all go together.
Getting there, they found that it was, predictably, packed, so
as they joined a queue to go on the rollercoaster, they were inundated
with fans wanting autographs and photo's. Eventually getting free, they
found that Pete had wandered off. He was an adult, and something of a
prima donna, so they weren't too worried, he'd find SOMEONE to look after
him until they met up again.
Finally getting onto the rollercoaster, they fastened themselves in,
and off they went.Up, up, up, higher, higher, higher, then ......swoosh,
down, down, down...almost a vertical drop on the other side, Mikey nearly
left his lunch behind, Ray's 'fro tried to stay behind, Matt left his voice
Summer Campground Adventures C16 Next morning, after the now familiar roll call, breakfast was taken inSummer Campground Adventures C162 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.