The Hunt GameThe Hunt Game3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was a cold night. The wind blew gently through the hair of a little girl. The girl stood atop a cliff. If they will jump, her wounds will only get worse, and she might drown. But as she stood on this spot, she was shot by hunters and she certainly dead ... The girl took a deep breath and turned toward where the hunter as could come. Her white hair gave a light blue glow under the moonlight. The hunter came walking out.
The girl directed her light blue eyes on the Hunter and stared deep into the eyes. She smelled his fear and anger. '' You're scared. '' The girl said with a grin. '' Shut up, where did she go! '' He shouted angrily back as he pointed his gun at her. '' Who is where? '''' The wolf, of course! '' "Oh, it's closer than you think.'' Said the girl with an even wider grin. The man dropped his gun down and looked at her with an angry look. The girl walked slowly forward step by step until she passed the hunter .'' Well, look.'s the thing ... the wolf went that way.'' said th
I Won't SpeakI'm sorry; I won't speak, lestI Won't Speak1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
you know how I feel, or
feel how my heart aches,
in silence, and conceals how
much I care for you, and the
things that I go through:
should I drown in my fears, or
spill my heart to you?
Bad to the BoneBad to the Bone3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Gerard Way has what people would call an 'imaginary friend.'
Except he's not imaginary.
Gerard is very sure of this- after all, why would he be anything but real?
His name is Frank, and he's Gerard's only friend in the world.
Besides his little brother, Mikey, who doesn't really count.
The first time he saw Frank was when he was four years old, playing beside the pond in the Way's backyard. He'd been digging around in the mud on the banks, and dipping his stubby little fingers into the algae covered water, squealing at the tiny bugs that scattered away from him, when he'd heard a voice that he didn't recognize.
He looked up, eyes round and curious.
"Hey, kid," said the voice, and then there was a boy sitting across the pond, on the big rock there. Gerard tilted his head. The boy was much older than him, about the age of Brendon, Mrs. Urie's son, who went to the big school for big kids- high school. He had dark hair which curled around his ears and neck, narrowed green eyes, and pi
A B C, Easy As 1 2 3 "Hey, Toro! Wait up!" A voice called and Ray half-turned, taking in the small teenager running up to him whilst shouldering his school bag.A B C, Easy As 1 2 33 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Frank? Where were you all lunch?"
Frank grimaced, catching up to Ray, "The Head's office. Apparently they don't like my new tattoo."
"Huh? What tattoo?"
"The one I just got, dumbass." Frank rolled his eyes; then swore as his bag strap snapped and fell to the gravelly ground below.
"I can't see a tattoo . . .?"
Frank swept his long, black hair back to reveal the black scorpion emblazoned just below his ear on his neck, slightly red around the edges as he bent to pick up his bag, dragging it behind him.
"They were going
Never Again, LoveNever Again, Love4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He stares out at the sunrise, willing it to go back in time, reverse itself somehow. He knows, just as surely as thunder follows lightning, that when the sunrises and the new day begins, he loses all he had last night; the love of the person beside him in bed, still sleeping on. The knowledge tears at his heart, rips it open, and leaves him bleeding.
He's wanted for so long, aching and screaming for years, always silently, from a distance. He wants what he never thought he could have; now knows he will never have again.
A shifting of sheets alerts him to the fact that his companion is waking up. He feels the sheets slide away, knows without looking that Gerard has sat up.
He feels the hands he knows so well, the hands that held him so tightly, yet so tenderly, last night, come to wrap around his chest. He refuses to turn, choosing to stare straight ahead, right at the pink glow spilling in.
"We can't do this again, love," that voice whispers, filled with silent despair and unquenchable
We All Have A Bullet With Our Name On ItWe All Have A Bullet With Our Name On It3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Like a demented Santa Claus, a young woman sat at a table in a basement carving names into bullets.
There were thousands of them, carved bullets with the name of every villian, hero and citizen in Metropilis.
The workshop also had every single gun and weapon you could imagine, from sniper rifles to handguns and even a rocket launcher.
The woman was good looking, wore an attire that came out of a cowboy film, she wore a black cowboy hat, a long, dark brown, almost black trench coat, with a dark shirt underneath and a pair of jeans which had two brown leather holsters with two magnum 45 handguns with silencers on them.
The woman was called Victoria Burton, thought of by many as to be the best assassin in Metropolis, she could hit a target in a crowded city center and not hit anyone else, and she also had another sick quality about her.
She didn't care if she died.
Victoria's nickname was 'Death-Wish' for a reason,She had a wife called Melissa, who was Victoria's world and universe, Melis
Guardian Angel - Frikey EpilogueGuardian Angel - Frikey Epilogue3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Walking around as a ghost, passing through people, isn't as fun as one would think. It's rather annoying actually. I was dead, I knew that, who could survive being crushed by a semi that came out of nowhere going plus fifty miles per hour? Well, maybe someone who had luck in life could, but that wasn't me.
The strange thing about being dead is that it wasn't what I pictured. I pictured a grim reaper in a black robe to come for me and take to wherever. I didn't expect to be wandering the streets of town. I sure as hell didn't picture going to my own funeral.
As I was walking around town, I felt something tugging me. It was weird, not having felt anything like it the few days before. I ended up running somehow - one thing's for sure, I was way more fit as a ghost than in life - and ended up at the church Frank's funeral was at years ago.
"What am I doing here?" I asked, mostly myself, not figuring I'd get an answering since I already found out no one can hear me and I can't hear them. As
March of the DamnedMarch of the Damned3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Marching on dead feet
over a field of gray
we lost the soul
we lost ourselves
in a time we'll never forget
we're an army of dead men.
Those who shoved us into this world
were lost long ago
as a wage of war.
Even the shallowest scratch
cuts to the bone
with a story we don't care to tell
some still scream
when in the heat of battle
they find another hollow
in the very flesh of their souls.
But most can no longer muster a tear
as we march
doing the dirty work of the devil.
An army of dead men.
We only wish we could care
How to tick-off YukiHow to Tick-Off YukiHow to tick-off Yuki3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
1. When you see him yell "Oh look at the pretty girl!"
2. Constantly remind him that Kyo got Tohru instead of him.
3. Ask him if he's old.
4. Ask him if he's secrectly a girl.
5. Ask him if he's gay for Hatsaharu.
6. Set fangirls on him.
7. Tell Ayame that Yuki has a girlfriend and that he wants him to reaquaint with her.
8. Call him "Yun-Yun Hime." (Princess Yun-Yun)
9. Tell him that "Yuki" means tender princess.
10. Tell him Kyo is cooler
11. Make him watch 'That darn Cat'
12. Take him to a exterminator shop store place.
13. Watch him freak-out.
14. Get Manabe drunk.
15. Lock them in a empty room.
16. Go in there 5 minutes later and see if Manabe is still alive.
17. Ask him if he has an inner self that's a rat.
18. Lock him in a closet.
19. Glomp him. A lot.
20. Write a list of how Kyo is much cooler than him.
21. Tell him that Tohru is pregunant with his baby.
22. When ever he gets made say in a baby voice. "Aww is Yuki-kins tireds?"
23. Dye his hair orange in h
Sleep.Sleep.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Frerard, Sleep songfic. Frank's POV.
I was in a calm place. A park? Yes, a park. It was winter, there was snow everywhere. I didn't feel cold, I didn't feel anything.
I looked around. Nobody I could see. I looked back and saw no footprints on the snow. Didn't know how I ended up there.
I started walking. A face was coming to my mind... it was pretty. The hair was unkempt and the skin, a bit too pale. The eyes stared at me without blinking.
Don't you breath for me I said, even not knowing why.
The face occupying my mind remained impassive. I shook my head, trying to expel it, but I couldn't. I felt something strange when I thought about it, something bad, like guilt. The eyes still seemed to pierce me.
I'm undeserving of your sympathy I said, a little louder, hearing my voice echo in the desert park. 'Cause there ain't no way that I'm sorry for what I did!
I breathed with difficulty. A pain was clutching my chest, an
The Visitor From Curtisville-Ch.6Special SnowflakeThe Visitor From Curtisville-Ch.6Special Snowflake3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 6--The Very 'Special Snowflake'
Megaera's sharp yellow eyes scanned Ellery's wan and pale face. With a brisk twitch of her wrist, she pushed a squirming lock of purple hair behind her ear.
"So her 'good deed' of returning that lost artwork of your story was obviously just an excuse to glomp one of the O'Breen brothers?"
Ellery squinted at her through the fire and wood smoke. "I think she had no idea until she saw Ryuu walking besides me. What we didn't know at the time was she was Hoturu's assigned lab partner in Biology, and she had developed this really massive crush on him." She then added with a shrug. "Hoturu, being the macho, jock, silent type that he was, kept quiet about it. Perhaps he was even embarrassed and was blatantly ignoring her in the hopes she would eventually give up the chase."
Kes cleared her throat. "I'm wondering if that was really your actual story you got back?" she asked. "Or was th
The Dust of the PastThe Dust of the Past3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The Dust of the Past
is going through
Some tough times
I can relate to that
Hope he's doing ok
He's not dust
Not a heartless
I know life
has some difficult parts in life
Some people will relate
to the same pain
I was in that spotlight
of the awful thing
His wounds will heal
The darkness is in him
surrounds the light away
Just like sasuke
His pain is hurting him
I can see it
Thats where i was
crying in the dark alone
no one there
not caring of me
avoiding my pain
It's so sad
I hug him
letting him cry
All the pain
he holds in him
are his dust
to his past
The Dust of the Past
not a thing
of the wind
or avoid from Life
I have a shoulder
to share with
to let him cry
I'll be there
He's a good friend
No one should go through tough times
Not become the dust
of their own life
Throw it ou
Give me a ChanceGive me a Chance3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Give me a Chance
Give me a chance to love and hope,
Please whisk my troubles away.
Give me a chance to be forgiven,
To stand at the edge of dawn and day.
Give me a chance to watch time pass by,
not letting my time slip through.
Give me a chance to fly through the wind,
Up to the Sky of Blue.
Give me a chance to reach the sparkling stars,
The heavens high above.
Give me a Chance to be myself,
And be myself to be loved...
The Man of His Dreams: Teaser 1The Man of His Dreams: Teaser 13 years ago in Romance More Like This
Ohhhh yeah I used my icon in a story preview image. Hell yeah.
So...you guys can actually thank the camp counselor named Loki for this particular idea.
See, I'd just finished listening to him ramble about his awesome ideas, then me, him, Frank, and another friend were walking, and somebody (I didn't know them, just a random girl) said, "You crushed my dreams!" to somebody.
And I said offhandedly, "Wouldn't it be weird if there really was a dream crusher?"
Then I brought up the movie In Time, where time literally is money, and Loki and I were saying it was such a good idea but could have been executed much better.
Then, I combined those ideas....what if dreams were money?
See, people need sleep to survive, and the most important part of this sleep is REM (rapid eye movement) which is the stage of sleep in which people dream.
Studies show that without any sleep at all, people can die within 10 days. The side effects before death are staggering as well, and if one is
This Is The Black Parade, Little GirlI don't know where I am, or how I got here.This Is The Black Parade, Little Girl3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I only know my mom is not there, nor my daddy. The last time I saw them was in my hospital room. I had some disease, but the name is too hard for me to remember. No one really wanted to tell me if it was a terminal disease or not, but I always guessed it was. The main problem is that I don't feel it anymore. Since I first was diagnosed with that illness, I was in pain all the time.
I didn't always agonize and screamed my lungs out in pain, but it was more uncomfortable to live my life than before. I always coughed, and my throat burned as if it were made of sandpaper, and I wasn't healthy enough to do sports without getting tired, or to eat certain things. I wish I could tell you the name of the disease so you could have a better idea of what happened to me, but for me, an eleven year old girl, it's hard to remember very well such a big and complicated name.
My name is Alice. I am a bit shorter than the average for girls my age, and I have bl
My Chemical RomanceThey're my best friends, when no one else is thereMy Chemical Romance7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
They're my inspiration, when I'm feeling down
They're my drug, when I need an escape
They're my hope, when I feel like letting go
They're my support, when I feel like no one cares
They're my voice, when I don't know what to say
They're my strength, when I need to be strong
They're my everything, because before them, I was nothing
They're My Chemical Romance.
To you, they may just be a band, but to me they are my heroes.
When I hear them play, I feel like I'm not so alone.
Because they know what I feel.
When I hear their songs, I feel like they took the words right out of my heart.
Because I know what it's like to be fucked up.
And they've shown me, that it's ok.
Because when I think about them, everything always gets a little better.
Because when I hear Gerards voice, I'm not alone.
Because when I hear Bob's drums, I'm not such a freak.
Because when I hear Ray's guitar, I belon
The Words I Didn't MeanThe Words I Didn't Mean3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Words I Didn't Mean
Your last steps seemed to echo
While I watched you walk away
You're leaving me in our love's shadow
And all I can feel is a piece of me break away
The shock starts to sink in
Every pore is conquered
A fissure begins within
I'm torn asunder
Liquid memories drip from my face
My heart will always remember this kind of pain
The love that was shown on this day will remain in vain
I didn't know how much passion could weigh
Or the damage it could do when it betrays
Fused with the words that I never even wanted to say
Compassionless by nature / A lonesome torture
Unloved by liars / Sought by manipulators
Breathing in shards / Tearing out hearts
Caught off-guard / Soul is scarred
The regrets won't let me breathe
The thick tears protect me from what I don't want to see
This fresh wound over my chest is where your place used to be
Pathetically rooted by my knees
I reach for you through the debris
Even though there's no one who can salvage me
I'll Be Watching :Frerard:I ran a hand through my hair for the umpteenth time that day, pacing across the wooden floor of my bedroom. I hadn't slept in too long to remember, maybe it was days, maybe it was weeks, I really didn't know, or care. All I could think about was that he wasn't home yet. He promised me he'd come home. He said he would.I'll Be Watching :Frerard:3 years ago in Romance More Like This
I shook my head and sat on our bed quickly, running a hand through my greasy hair again. My husband and I had gotten into a fight and he'd stormed out in a huff, telling me not to wait up for him and that he would be back later.
It had been so long I couldn't tell if he really was coming home. I tried calling him, but his phone always went to voicemail and that only raised my anxiety levels. I couldn't sleep without knowing where my husband was. I couldn't just rest when I didn't know if he was safe or not. He was my everything and I felt empty and lost without him.
I sighed softly and curled up on the bed, hugging his pillow close to me, burying my face in the soft fabri
Frerard Oneshot: Accidents Happen for Good ReasonsFrerard Oneshot: Accidents Happen for Good Reasons3 years ago in Romance More Like This
This is all in Gerard's POV
I toss around in bed, unable to sleep. I turn onto my back, staring up at the ceiling, sighing. I close my eyes but it doesn't help. I can't stop thinking about him. Frank, my best friend who also happens to be the guy I have a major crush on.
I just can't seem to get him out of my head. His short black hair, his gorgeous green eyes, his perfect lipsespecially his lips. I think about those full, pale lips night and day.
I sigh into the silence that is night and turn onto my side, curling up into a ball. I stare into the darkness and then I close my eyes, managing to drift off into a restless slumber.
Frank is walking with me through what looks like a meadow. We're laughing and kicking over the tall daisies and overgrown grass. We stop walking and sit down, just the two of us, the greenery coming just above our heads. He looks at me with those orbs of pure emerald, his eyes searching for something within my hazel ones. He leans in and I feel his perfect
Keep BreathingHe stands on his doorstep, staring out into the rainy street, the world washed over in gray. He could be doing a million different things at that moment, but instead he does nothing. He simply stares, his fingers growing numb. In his hands is a letter, the ripped envelope in his left and a crumpled piece of parchment in his right. Rain drizzles onto his bare feet and stains the back of his white t-shirt with little dots. He could go inside and get himself a cup of coffee, warm up. But he does not. He is frozen.Keep Breathing3 years ago in Romance More Like This
An over whelming sadness has enveloped his body, though he does not shed a single tear. Instead he breathes, in and out, his fingers tightening slightly around the piece of paper.
The day had started out rainy, water pattering on the window, a small figure curled under thick blankets, a messy head of dark hair. But the rain was alright. He could see it out the large bay window in the bedroom as he awoke, specks of water littering the glass. Rain was okay; it meant the world was
So What Do I Do?If only I could read your mindSo What Do I Do?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If only I could interpret you emotions
Understand what you're going through
See through your eyes
Hear through your ears
Feel through your heart
If only I knew how to help you
But I can't
And I don't
And it's killing me
So what do I do?
Unicorns - Frerard OneshotI stood nervously at the bus stop, twisting my hair into knots and trying to take deep breaths. New school, no problem. New school with Mikey, BIG problem.Unicorns - Frerard Oneshot3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
As I watched my brother run around and around the bus stop sign with his unicorn toy, I cringed. How the hell would I explain to him that middle school kids don't freaking play with dolls anymore?
"Come on Unis, if you fly fast enough, we can get all the way to CANDYLAND and back before the bus gets here!" Mikey was yelling.
The other two kids at the bus stop, both girls, giggled and whispered to each other, pointing at Mikey.
Mikey smiled and ran up to them, his eyes shining with hope behind his sleek glasses. "Hi! You wanna play with me? You can both be princesses!"
The girls exchanged looks of glee and looked back at Mikey like, "Is this kid for real?"
Mikey turned to me.
"And Gerard can be the prince and marry whichever one of you is the prettiest." he sang, gesturing for me to come over.
Shit. I felt my face turn red as the gir