+Cheesecake - BL+Vincent loved cheesecake. As far as he could tell, cheesecake was a god among all desserts! The variety of delicious flavors, the vibrant and colourful swirls put it at the top of elegant and delicious treats. It was utterly ingenious!+Cheesecake - BL+9 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The only problem was that he could no longer eat it. The next play he had been hired to act in required a slim, fit physique for his role. He had to watch both what he ate, and the quantity of it. Which meant no cheesecake.
Of course, not being able to eat one didnt stop him from buying one.
He had been shopping one late evening, restocking on food and the necessities of life for him and his roommate, Ian. He was just about finished his shopping for the weekafter making extra sure to stock up heavily on canned tuna, frozen shrimp, and many different types of apples for Ianwhen he happened to pass by a rather fancy looking shop. He stopped on his way by and took a quick glimpse inside. The display behind the window was full of ass
Thunder - A Frerard One-shotI turned gently in my sleep, dreaming about the new song Frank and I were writing for the band. My dreams predicted it was going to be hit.Thunder - A Frerard One-shot5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I was rudely awakened from my sleep by a loud crashing noise coming from outside the tour bus. I sat up and looked out the window.
"Bloody thunderstorms" I mumbled to myself, still half asleep. I lay back down and attempted to get back to my dreams but I knew the thunder wouldn't allow it.
I lay still for a while dozing.
I heard someone else shuffling around on the other side of the bus. Frank.
He was terrified of thunderstorms, they scared the hell out of him. I immediately felt bad for not thinking about him sooner. He must have been terrified, the storm had been going on for at least half and hour, and Frank had trouble sleeping anyway, even without the added noise of the storm.
"Frankie?" I whispered into the darkness.
"Gerard is that you?" came the soft reply from the direction of Franks bunk.
"Yeah, are you alright with the storm Frank?" I as
Merry ChristmasMerry Christmas- Synacky A Synacky One-shotMerry Christmas3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was at Jimmy's annual Christmas party with the rest of the guys. Naturally I kept glancing over at Zacky. He was talking to Jimmy. Jimmy had said something that made Zacky laugh and I was instantly jealous. Truth be told I had loved Zacky since before I could remember. Jimmy saw my facial expression because he turned and looked at me and then turned back to Zacky and whispered something in Zacky's ear.
That in turn made Zacky look at me. I felt a red-hot blush rise to my face. He smirked at me which made my blush deepen. Jimmy got Zacky's attention again by tugging on his shirt. Zacky turned and resumed his conversation with Jimmy. Once again Jimmy whispered something in Zacky's ear. After that Zacky responded by doing the same. More than anything I wanted to go over and kiss Zacky. I didn't care if everyone else was here. I wanted to feel his lips on mine, wrap my arms around him and just hold him. But my fear was preventing me
[Frerard] All I Want For Christmas"Frank!"[Frerard] All I Want For Christmas3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Frank groaned as he heard Gerard yelling his name. Determined to ignore the lead singer, Frank rolled over, grabbing the second pillow and covering his head with it, hoping to drown him out.
It didn't work much.
"Fraaaaaaank! Frank, Frank, FRANK! Frankie, Frankie, Frank!"
Now Gerard was taking to singing his name to some tune he'd apparently made up on the spot, proving to make himself even more difficult to ignore.
Frank didn't give in though, curling up in a tighter ball under the covers, which he grabbed and held close around himself.
He wasn't getting out of this bed for anyone.
Not even Gerard.
He could hear him, wandering around the hotel room, his voice going louder or quieter depending on where he moved to.
Eventually he got loud enough that Frank guessed he was close to the bed again, and he peeked out from under the pillow, finding he was right, Gerard was close.
So Frank pulled off the pillow over his head and threw it in Gerard's direction.
Wish You Come Home for Christmas Ch. 3Wish You Come Home for Christmas Ch. 33 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
WHERE ARE YOU CHRISTMAS
"You know that Frank wants you to attend his hockey game." Brian said smoking a cigarette in bed.
"I don't now if I can honey. I'll try talking to him." Zachary glanced, patting Brian's hand, grabbing the cigarette away from him.
"Hey!" Brian pouted.
"You know smoking is bad for you." Zachary said taking a cig.
"Fuck off." He laughed. "But seriously, he really wants you to be there, you never attend his games or never hardly around him." Brian became serious as he continued. Zachary just nodded.
Frank was outside, practicing his shots for the big hockey game tonight. He missed every shot, making him fustrated and made him throw his stick on the ground.
"Son, what's up!" Zachary called out to Frank.
"I'm missing every single shot!" Frank yelled almost bursting into tears thinking he sucks at it.
"Don't cry, here,
Frerard 1 The night was cold. Every breeze that crept through the crevices of the tour bus tortured his shivering frame. Wrapped in blankets up to his strong, slightly pointed chin, little Frankie Iero shuddered at every chill creeping its way up his spine. Whether from the cold itself or the thoughts passing through his mind, he wasnt sure. The darkness of the bunks themselves rivaled that of the icy stillness in the air. He was never a fan of the dark. Snores echoed through the small hallway, probably those of Ray, disturbing the eerie silence of nighttime. Frank peered out of the small curtains isolating him from the other members of the band. Why did he feel like he was being watched? Closing them again, he leaned up against the corner of his bunk letting out a frustrated sigh. Thats what you get for welcoming insomnia as a sick thrill. Leaning his head back against the plastic surface of his bunk, Frank wished for sleep, knowing fully well that it wFrerard 18 years ago in Teen More Like This
Things Time Will DevourWandering has lost its powerThings Time Will Devour4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Yet that seems to be all I cite
As I write things that time will devour
There stands a watcher at full height
I drop my eyes, shoulder my shadow
I am unwilling to explain tonight
One might think me callow
Shrouded in written pleasantry
But this is only a canto
We live in a secret autocracy
No one will ever notice
Such an outright fallacy
No such solace
Will be found in such coldness
Listen O'LordListen O'Lord3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Taken aback, never have I been so ashamed...
And lo by the brethren of my very faith!
Bestow upon them your grace,
sweet Heavens above,
For they realize not
the ignorance of their arrogance.
Forgive them my Lord, as I cannot...
Many attempts have I made
To make amends...
Yet they continue to abase and abash
Those whom can truly claim witness
to your infinite truth.
Their judgment should come from me not,
for I wish them to make their way
to the shores of the ocean of their making...
where they may drown within their asininity,
to which their ways now lead them,
Moths to a frenzied flame.
I fear I must now express
My views of us, your flock.
As I have so boldly expressed them
to my mistaken kin,
with only a hint of lended ears...
We are flawed O'Lord!
But of course, I mean no insult!
As I hold absolution to your greatest plan!
Yet I feel I must speak up,
And let my confessions pour out,
over my vile human tongue...
And I will do so out of faith...
These words, Father,
come both from fea
Sociopath and Perfectionmy skin is paper and my bones are plastic,Sociopath and Perfection3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my blood is inky blue and black: poisonous
[you said i should get that looked at]
my eyes are glass [or just glossed over]
and my thoughts are spinning faster than
the propellers of the plane you have to catch.
You are on my mind again and will you kindly please just get the fuck off because you are so heavy.
my bed feels empty without you in it, and
there is no crushing warmth hovering over me,
or wet breath tickling the skin of my neck.
to be honest, i'm not going to sleep tonight,
because it's pointless when i never rest anyway.
our conversations are always weighted, and left
wanting something from us and i don't know what
that actually is, but we've agreed that i'm a socio-
path and you are just plain fucking perfect and
that is perfectly fine by me. because i said it.
(THIS IS) insane insane insane insane insane insane insane
i am the artist; like edgar allen poe, emily dickinson, vincent van gogh
and i will cu
Domestic AbuseRun.Domestic Abuse3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A n y t h i n g .
His words are swords
His beatings are cruel
His love for you
In a sea of cruelty and despair.
"Please don't hurt me," you cry
Your last words as poison
In the air.
"Shut up," he screams,
His words echoing through
The cold and lonely bedroom.
he sinks a knife into your chest
The blood pouring out
The pain of the blade
Couldn't compare to the pain of
He loved you.
HetaOni: The Story Continues 17"Canada!"HetaOni: The Story Continues 174 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Pushing past Prussia, America was the first into the room. What he saw only confirmed his worst fears.
Canada lay collapsed on the floor, unconscious or dead. Russia stood in the doorway, smiling cruelly and holding his pipe. And one of the monsters stood directly behind Russia, mocking America with its cold indifference.
"You bastard!" America screamed, torn between tending to his fallen brother or going after Russia.
His momentary distraction decided the matter for him. With one last cryptic smile, Russia disappeared, along with the creature behind him.
America's legs gave out and he collapsed weakly to his knees.
"Damn him!" he screamed. "Damn him!"
He felt England's comforting hand on his shoulder, but he quickly shook it off. He didn't want England's comfort. Not now. Russia had betrayed them and Canada had suffered for it. And once again, America had failed to be the hero. First England, now this. He wasn't sure how much more he could take. If there was one t
Bully Me"Geek!"Bully Me4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You Little Dork!"
These were just half of the names that they called me when I was alive. My real names' Valentine. And I got bullied.
They would steal my book bag at lunch. Eat my sandwich and spill my juice. I didn't even get free lunch like they did. I had to do a lot of extra chores in order to get that lunch money, only to see them take it away and eat it in front of my face. On an especially cruel day they'd force me to lick my juice up from off the floor.
And when I would ask them why they always had to pick on me, the big one, named Lewis, would squeeze my cheeks together real tight until the inside of my cheeks scraped against my teeth and he'd say, "Shut up Geek, your lucky we even pay attention to you at all." And that's when he'd hit me.
Not everyone was mean to me though when I was still living. There was this one girl, Leanne. She wasn't one of the cool kids but she didn't get bullied like I did. That's what made me cling to her I guess, she
The Bite Of Darkness: Chapter 1I awoke with a jolt, cold sweat covering my body, causing me to shiver.The Bite Of Darkness: Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It had been that dream again. That memory that haunted my sleep. The memory of the day I was turned.
I shoved the blankets off of me and sat up, catching my reflection in the mirror. The red streaks in my black hair were dulling. I would have to get them touched up soon. Shaking my head I chuckled slightly. I thought vampires weren't supposed to have reflections.
But I digress.
I stumbled drowsily to my closet and pulled the doors open, peering at my cloths. I REALLY needed to go shopping, because everything I owned was from hottopic, a stupid store I used to shop at during my emo phase. I ended up reluctantly pulling on some skinny jeans that were checkered on the left leg and black on the right, with a red shirt that had some stupid line you would find on a girls profile on myspace. "I love walking in the rain because no one can see me cry." Or some pathetic, cry baby shit like that. After pulling on some dirty o
SociopathNo sounds,Sociopath5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
mute to the world
yet with a Siren's voice
is the little girl trapped
from the demise
at her head,
her hands locked
and loaded with
the one bullet that
wants her away
from the world.
"How are you today?"
is something regularly
heard in her ears,
yet she only stares
at the chalkboard
"How to Deal
So she continues
to hold her hands
to her head,
pointing the gun
that's locked and loaded,
but all they want
is her lovely voice.
She will not have
such a tragedy
stain her perfect
world; she will
at the chalk board
until her world
She looks up
at the teacher
with her pearly whites,
and puts her fingers
to her head:
That's how I feel."
Those Lipstick StainsI want a boy who starts planning a world tour with meThose Lipstick Stains6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when he still gets lost on the way to my house
I want a boy who is the little devil on my shoulder
telling me one more chocolate couldn't hurt
I want a boy who buys me ice cream
because he's late again
I want a boy who sends me
paper aeroplanes from across the room
I want a boy who puts up with my favourite music
and my loud singing
I want a boy who sings along to his own music
just as badly as me
I want a boy who will skim stones with me
talking about everything and nothing
I want a boy who sneaks up behind me and
puts his hands over my eyes
I want a boy who grins like a madman
when he hears "I love you"
I want a boy who forgets to say it most of the time
and proves it instead
I want a boy who ruffles my hair
and tips up the bottle when I'm trying to drink
I want a boy who laughs when I trip up
but yells at anyone else doing the same thing
I want a boy who will debate with me about everything
from the meaning of life to the meaning
Too Far GoneYou have sight,Too Far Gone3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Yet you are blind.
Leave the truth behind.
You will find no bed,
Be given no quarter.
To me, you are dead,
Faceless, a monster;
Your visage of malice,
Will bring only dread.
So go forth in darkness,
Find no light ahead.
You bring about your doom,
And only you are to blame.
As they close your tomb,
You will just be a name.
this is harder than ''i'm sorry''I know I'm the last person you'd expect to hear fromthis is harder than ''i'm sorry''2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
but the way you used to say my name is impossible to forget:
like a secret. Like a lifeline. Like I was the only thing keeping you tethered to this world.
And I know we drifted apart. I pushed you out to sea without a thought of where the swells would take you, or what monsters the waves would wash up on your shorelines.
But I swear, I'm not the person I was. And I don't think you're the girl you were.
I think you liked yourself better when you were seen through my eyes, when every conversation was a love note I wrote you with my voice. You used to find yourself so much more exciting, but to me, you were goddamn electric.
Now I'm not asking you to come back into my arms or my heart or my sheets, but I'm begging you to come back into my life. My sentences were more eloquent and my words were much more confident when I knew you were in my audience. It's a sickness, this thing that pushes my pen to paper, that implores me to write, but
So much more then a webcomicHomestuck. To many it was just a story.So much more then a webcomic3 years ago in Settings More Like This
Just a webcomic
They were all wrong, it was something more then that it was real.
And the players, Humans, Trolls, They were us and Hussie was getting us ready for the game
The game that would decided are future
How could we be so blind we were all so stupid like are think pan’s were clouded over by sopor slime, All the connections to real life events, all the strange happenings, the world ending.
I should have see it coming
Me the new carcinoGeneticist
But I was blind to see that my past self was stupid
We were all stupid
And now were entering are new game session
Our new world in hopes to save this world
Remember all those nightmares
All those dreams that were like memory's
They were though
all to real to be something that was made up in our own rotted think pan’s
The dreams of my ancestor were horrible
The truths that happend
All of it
It was bad and there was nothing I could do
Fuck YouFuck you, Mother. Fuck you, God.Fuck You7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
How about instead of you asking me to thank you every once in a while, you thank me?
Ive never gone off on you. And now you're going off on me.
Im sorry. I dont read minds.
Fuck you, Mother. Fuck you, God.
How about instead of you yelling, you listen to me?
Ive never raised my voice at you. But why do it to me?
Im sorry. I don't ever tell you whats going on.
Fuck you, Mother. Fuck you, God.
How about instead of you telling me what to do, you take care of yourself?
Ive never pushed you around. Not once.
Im sorry. I dont kiss your ass like I should.
Fuck you, Mother. Fuck you, God.
Now wheres my goddamned thank you?
W+Y - The Bittersweet RomanceW+Y - The Bittersweet Romance4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
William+Yumi - The Bittersweet Romance
It was a cold Saturday night in Paris, and William sat on his couch clutching his beer bottle tightly, as he rubbed the cold glass against his cheeks. He wanted to make all the bad memories go away. He wanted to drink and numb the pain until it was no more. But no matter what he did, he couldn't erase the sorrow from his heart. His cheeks were tear-stained as he once again remembered the last, cutting words she'd said to him all those years ago...
"Face it William, we were never meant to be. See you around, pretty boy!"
"Why did Yumi have to shoot me down?" He whispered aloud seemingly to his beer bottle. "Why'd she string me along all that time just to break my heart? I never did anything to hurt her. I loved her... I always loved her."
The tears rolled down his cheeks as he looked at his reflection in the bottle. His once handsome face was now chiseled and he looked older than his twenty-four years sugge
i'm never careful enoughThe roads here wind in ways that I don't expect.i'm never careful enough4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Sometimes, I think that dashed yellow line is the only thing that keeps me moving the right way. That keeps me going. Because one wrong move could send me barreling off the highway and the freefall feeling that would come next is not something I'm unfamiliar with. It's the same thing that happens every time I think of you. I can't get over how much this place reminds me of you. I can't get over how little room there is between full-fledged fear and being in love.
Sometimes, I think maybe they're the same thing.
I don't know what keeps bringing me back here. But I find myself coming here more and more when I can't sleep. When I can't stop thinking about you. I drive the same familiar routes. Thinking the same familiar thoughts. Going to the same familiar places. I keep retracing the paths we used to take, thinking that if I follow them back far enough, I'll figure out where we went wrong. The absence of you is familiar. Almost comforting.
The Night Before Christmas-MCRTwas the night before Christmas at the MCR houseThe Night Before Christmas-MCR7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
No creature was still, not even the dead mouse
Drinks were passed round without worry or care
And after each pass came a new dare.
Gerard and Frank went first to their beds
Two giggling friends with naughty thoughts in their heads
Bob and Ray soon dozed off for a nap
While Mikey left for one last nightcap.
And all was quite then, not a note of clatter
As mischief came climbing in on a latter
Then, in on cat feet came Bert in a flash
And in right behind came Jimmy in a dash!
They snuck in the moonlights dim glow
And spreading behind them yards of fake snow
And with them that night did appear
But a little tree, some presents and beer.
And with a motion swift and quick
Bert called in the rest to complete his trick
And through the window they came
As the singer called each by name:
Now WiL! Now Jared!
Now, Ben and Lyn-Z!
On, Pete! On, Sonny!
On, Steve and Kitty!
To the top of the porch!
To the top of the wall!
Now dash away
I know I'm trouble... but will you love me? Pt18Tyler's p.o.v.I know I'm trouble... but will you love me? Pt182 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I was sitting down with Sam. Yes, Sam. He was not as affectionate as Danny, in fact he's anti cuddly, and he seemed like he didn't like me one bit. It was really strange for me. During this past week of us being a couple Danny would always sneak a kiss or hug in wherever he could. sometimes he didn't even try to sneak one in. But he was in a depressed state and Sam popped up. He said this was a natural recurring thing for Danny and I was to busy hating him to notice. I don't really like Sam that much but I'll try my best with him. I know Danny's mortified that I'll somehow hate him forever because of Sam. I feel like I'm going to see a lot more of him than I want too so I'll try my best to become friends at least. It's weird that I'm pretty much dating him. Well not really, Danny and I haven't gone out on a date yet. He's been to busy trying to explain why he was absent from work and making sur
I Am That GirlI'm the girl who writes poemsI Am That Girl3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because it helps me get my feelings out.
It's the only way I know how.
I'm the girl who will love anyone
No matter who they are.
I'm the girl, who can be annoying at times,
But I love life and everything in it.
I'm the girl who will always make
Room in her heart for someone,
Because I love just about everyone.
I'm the girl, who will flirt with you,
But never admit to you how I really feel.
I'm the girl who will truly love you.
No one will ever love you as much as I do.
By: Veronica Allen