The Origin of Eyeless JackA young boy sat in the shade of a tree in his backyard. Not much could be said about him. He was a somewhat ordinary child with reddish brown hair and stunning hazel eyes. He had fallen asleep about an hour earlier while reading a book. Now his slim frame rested against the trunk of the large oak tree, his chest rising and falling as he breathed softly. A woman walked out the back door of the house that the yard belonged to and approached the boy. She smiled, placing her hand on his shoulder and shaking him gently. He opened his eyes a little and rubbed the left one with the back of his hand. His vision came back into focus and he saw the smiling face of his mother looking down at him as she said, in a sweet and kindly voice, “Jack, sweetheart, its time to get up.”The Origin of Eyeless Jack2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He got up shakily, his body still half asleep, and asked, “Hmm? What... What time is it...?”
“About six o'clock, dear. Your dad will be home any minute.” she answered.
Jack nodded then sto
The Seedeater...In the darkness of the night,The Seedeater...2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A creature stalks inducing fright.
Half bird, half man, all deathly fear.
He'll kill and eat you before you shed a tear...
In the trees of darkened wood,
He watches children where no one could.
Watching, waiting, and hungry for flesh,
He takes them while their bodies are still fresh...
But as his hunger is never satisfied,
He hunts and stalks men and their wives.
Alone and hungry and encased in bloodlust
Be careful of this creature if you get lost...
If you go out alone at night
Your soul will be filled with fright
When you hear a rustling in the trees,
Beware of the Seedeater, he will not hear your pleas...
Come And Get MeCome and get meCome And Get Me5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I fear no evil.
You think I'm trembling
But I am not.
You think I'm crying
But I am not.
My knees are shaking,
But it is not
What you are thinking-
I am not
The kind of person
Who would tremble,
The kind of person
Who would cry,
The kind of person
Who would dare
To show that they're afraid
And if I do begin to
If I do begin to
If I look like I am ready
To embrace eternal sleep;
You can wrap me up in shadows,
You can rip my frame apart,
You can gouge out both my eyes and then,
Feast on my beating heart.
You can cast me into nothing,
You can turn me into air,
You can choke me, drown me, pull me down-
Whatever Death you dare.
And I promise in that moment
I shall fear no evil still
There's a quiet light inside of me
That you can never kill
Come and get me
I'm not frightened
Come and get me-
If you will.
A Warning LetterA Warning Letter3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
We shouldn't have tinkered with life, shouldn't have tried to slip death's grasp.
I am writing this letter from the deepest, farthest and safest corner of the world that I could find. I don't know how long I ran. She cannot find me, yet I hear her ghastly screams...her voice in my mind. Every faction out there must know that our studies have led to something unimaginable. People voiced their fears and doubts after few of those creatures appeared; these by-products of our experimental sessions. Ebastus help me, do not disregard this message! The previous mishaps might have been harmless, even if they managed to come through, but this beast is different.
She appeared during one of the sessions; compared to others, however, more like a fugitive of the underworld itself. Resisting our chants, the creature took on a physical form. Everyone watched in shock, paralyzed as she towered over us, then the skeletal smile upon her featureless face turned my way. It sent a cold chill into my very so
A Keen Slender ManMany a weary year ago,A Keen Slender Man5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
When my hair was rich and black,
Before I'd broken both my knees,
And snapped my fragile back,
I strolled into a forest,
As cocky as could be
No use in being modest,
The world belonged to me,
But as I walked down dirty path,
I decided then to linger,
For I had felt a wicked heart,
Seen a tall and slender figure,
No man was he, no natural thing
His skull was smooth and white
No mouth or eyes above his chin,
He filled my soul with fright,
His arms grew long like whips and vines,
He wore a suit of black,
I'll remember him for all my time,
There'll be no going back
Who was this demon of the wood,
I didn't care to know,
I backed away from where I stood,
Lest his evil show
But as I walked, so too did he
He matched me pace for pace
And then I turned to bolt and flee,
And thus began our race,
Sweat rolled quickly down my brow,
The creature's pace was quick,
I knew that if he caught me now,
He'd snap me like a stick
But in the dark, a light appeared,
A brightness in
Sick of societyI may live inside my own, twisted universeSick of society2 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.
Playing GodSometimes I like to pretend thatPlaying God2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm God, putting a pen to
paper and scripting out someone's
life like a puppeteer.
Maybe if I
wrote the epilogue in
my own blood, the
screams inside my
head wouldn't be as
real," is just an excuse
for killing off their
loved ones; I want to feel
their agony tenfold (because I
deserve to think I'm as heartless
as I feel).
Does that make me Different?I wear make up. Does that make me fake?Does that make me Different?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I cry. Does that make me emo?
I have male friends. Does that make me slutty?
I smile a lot. Does that make me weird?
I laugh loud. Does that make me preppy?
I have anxiety. Does that make me a freak?
I have Bipolar Disorder. Does that make me abnormal?
I respect people. I change for me, and only me. I have a past, but I know I have a future.
Does that make me different?
But at least it makes me
Outside - FRIKEYFandom: My Chemical RomanceOutside - FRIKEY3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Pairing: Frikey (Frank Iero and Mikey Way)
Point of View: Frank
I beam happily to myself as I pull my old, rusted penknife out of the solid bark of the ancient oak tree. Our tree. The tree that's mine and Mikey's and no-one else's. Especially now that I've branded it as our own; our own shelter from the society that has shunned us as much as we shun it. Or rather, as much as I shun it on my Mikey's behalf seeing as he's far too sweet and innocent to ever see any bad thing that happens to him as someone else's fault. I think that's why he's such an easy target, my Mikey, because he's just too benevolently benign to ever try to fight back or even get away before it's too late. Not that he should ever have to; he's far too perfectly adorable to ever have to put up with how other people treat him.
It's hard to believe that just two months ago I was holed up in some grotty little dungeon, speaking to a spider to pass the time before the lunch bell. Now I s
Frikey- truth or dareFrikey- truth or dareFrikey- truth or dare4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"LET'S PLAY TRUTH OR DARE!"
An excited Gerard screamed at the top of lungs, his whole body jittering from the three coffees hed had previously. His slightly skinny figure bouncing up and down as he pulled us all to the living room of the bus. We sat cross legged on the floor like five year old school kids, about to play a game of truth of dare. He had that evil look in his eyes like he had a plan of action. Fuck. I knew in my mind what he was gonna try and I didn't like it one bit.
"Okay, Frank truth or dare?"
That little bastard, his hazel eyes met mine, a mischievous flint glowed in them, his evil smirk made me feel uncomfortable. Fuck why I ever fessed up to him I will never know. It was last week at the after party, myself and Gerard hung out most of the evening but the only person I could think of was Mikey, how gorgeous he looked when he played his bass, his light brown hair swishing as he played, the sweat beading off his perfect brow
Savior - Frerard - Oneshot Frank's povSavior - Frerard - Oneshot2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It's cold, it's really, really cold. Why do they hate me so much?
I'm running as fast as I can, but I know they'll catch me. They always catch me.
"Faggot! Come out, Come out! You can't hide, fag!" they scream.
I'm hiding behind a shed, we're on school property, but it's 1am and no one will come to my rescue. I hate the bullies, I hate them with every ounce of my soul.
They found me.
Two of them pin me down, I may be small but I'm putting up a fight. The other one kicks me. First in the stomach, then a few times in the ribs -I can't breath- lastly they kick me where the sun don't shine. They leave me there withering in pain and gasping for breath. I'm surprised, they left me conscience.
At 2 I stumble home.
"Little bastard. Where were you?" my father asks.
I ignore him and struggle to climb the steps to my bedroom. After opening the door I kick off my shoes and collapse on my bed, sobbing silently.
It's not my fault. I didn't ask to be
SyndromeThe first symptoms are benign,Syndrome3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Rashes, itching, puffy red eyes,
Hay fever, you'd think,
Or allergies, maybe,
But that's just the first few days.
Then come the chills,
The night sweats,
It makes sleeping hard,
Insomnia, you believe
But then a week's passed,
And you start to hear them,
Their cries, their memories,
All from the tower, it seems,
They whisper and cry every day and every night
You see them next, when more days have gone,
Shadows in the corner,
Smiles in the mirror,
They're everywhere and nowhere
It gets worse,
So much worse,
Soon they begin to touch you,
Hypnotize, lead you places
You remember none of it until it's too late
The next day, you don't wake,
Healthy and young,
Passed in your sleep, they said,
If only they knew, the curse of the town.
A Bullet Through a Flock of Doves: 4A Bullet Through a Flock of Doves: 43 years ago in Romance More Like This
We got innocence for days!
Gerard heard Frank jerking off that night.
It maybe made him smile, just a little.
The kid was so naive, really, it was awful. He was certainly very pretty, and good with his mouth, too, but he was too demanding for his own good, and the few times where he'd tried to get the upper hand...oh, Gerard would have to change that. All in good time, though- despite what Frank thought, he had all the time in the world.
There was a storm that night, he could hear it from the rain on the roof, sounding distant and hollow, and he could feel it from the dampness in the air, the smell of lightning and the rumbles of thunder.
He wondered if there were others like him here. He knew that others had died in the past, others who fell to similar fates as he. But the police had been silly enough to actually imprison him. They could have shot him, placed a grenade in the mouth of the church, almost as though he had been a victim of an unfortunate accident (ha, like he
Frerard - Im Not Crazy Part SevenPART SEVENFrerard - Im Not Crazy Part Seven2 years ago in Romance More Like This
My eyes flickered open. At first confusion ran through my thoughts, then the feeling of a gentle palm against my bare chest reassured my thoughts. I looked down and Frankie layed sound asleep on my chest. His own slowly rising and falling in a steady pace. I pulled out my arm from underneath him, then turned on his side. He moved slowly but continued to sleep. He looked so beautiful, yet so peaceful in his sleep. I gently ran my fingertips down his own bare chest. He shivered for a second before smiling gently. He stretched his whole body, rubbed his eyes then smiled at me. He leant in and kissed me gently.
"Good morning Beautiful." I whispered.
"I aint beautiful!" He shouted through a yawn.
"Yes, You are!" I laughed, attempting to tickle him mid-yawn.
"Hey! Stop it!" He giggled uncontrollably.
I clambered up and straddled him, my fingers dancing along his bare stomach, which was beggining to tense up from laughter. His arms flung about uncontollably attempting to stop me. M
New In School - Frerard 2The boy didn't look up from what he was drawing when I quietly went over and sat next to him. Wentz was already busy with his comic again. I looked around the classroom and saw clean papers up at the desk. I stood up again and walked over to piece that I could draw on, when Wentz looked up.New In School - Frerard 24 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Do you boys wanna listen to some music?" he asked and I saw Gerard nod still looking down at his drawing.
"Uhm, sure" I said hoping he wouldn't put on some bad music. He opened a drawer and took out a CD.
"It's a mix CD I made myself" he said while putting it on a little stereo system on his desk. I walked back to my seat and was then hit by the sweet sound of Green Day's Rotting. I started humming to music while just doodling some weird things on my paper. Slowly all three of us was quietly singing along. I couldn't help but noticed what a beautiful voice Gerard had.
`Whisper "Are you dying" in my ear´
The next song was also Green Day and Wentz tried to hit all the high notes in this one, whi
Tall Enough"I'm never gonna be tall," Frank whines, still stretching up on his tiptoes. Gerard grins and ruffles Frank's hair, earning a scowl and a snarl from his best friend.Tall Enough2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Aw, Frankie, you'll grow...eventually."
Frank makes for Gerard's hand with his teeth.
"Hey, hey, hey! I think you're the perfect height!" Gerard almost shouts, desperate to get Frank's pearly whites away from his flesh. It works. Frank gazes up at Gerard in confusion, eyes shining wide and mouth hanging open; Gerard thinks it's kinda cute, actually, but he's not going to say that.
"Y-You...you do?" Frank asks in disbelief. Gulping, Gerard understands what he said and he knows he'll have to backtrack - fast.
"Uh, I didn't...I didn't mean that, I just wanted for you to stop trying to bite me, I mean - it's not that you're not perfect, but it's not that you are either, I just-"
Gerard cuts off when he realises that he's just digging himself into a deeper and deeper hole; he squeezes his eyes tightly shut, collects him
Frikey- Fork+toasterFrikey- Fork+ ToasterFrikey- Fork+toaster4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Is the toaster plugged in?"
"Yeah, why, Mikes why, what you doing"
"Nothing just........ Experimenting, yeah experimenting"
Frank didn't like to sound of what met his ears, the word "experimenting" hung heavy in his mind, poking at his brain while he was trying to watch his movie. He could hear the younger way brother rattling around in the draws looking for something. He was racking his brain, what the hell could Mikey be possibly be doing to the freaking toaster.
"What ya found Mikey"
"Nothing, just the Fork"
Oh shit NO, frank was quietly cursing in his mind he could smell a burning scent coming from the kitchen, it smelt like burnt toast or pop tarts he wasn't sure, as the burning was masking the aroma coming from the source. Mikey was still in there. Frank reluctantly pulled himself of his seat and walked into the kitchen met by a cloud of smoke.
"Mikey? What the FU*K have you done?"
Frank giggled eve
RelapseIt's better not to count themRelapse2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's better not to think
If you count, they win
And you lose everything
Reopen old ones
Stop the healing process
Tell yourself you're done
But you know you must confess
You lie and self destruct
You feel everything and nothing
You're slowly going numb
And all you want is the sting
So turn off your brain
Close your tired eyes
Embrace all the pain
And say your last good bye
You have scars? ..You have scars? I still love you. You cut? I still love you. You burn? I still love you. You starve/purge? I still love you. You have depression/anxiety/etc? I still love you. You're suicidal? I still love youYou have scars? ..2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Drop that razor, gun, rope, pen, or lighter.
Pick up some food and don't puke it back up.
Look in the mirror and love what you see.
Ignore the haters.
Point a middle finger to the bitches who think they are better.
Laugh at the idiots who think they tear you down.
Don't let anyone's words get you down.
When writing the story of your life, don't let anyone else hold the pen.
You are all beautiful and I love you♥
Frerard - Im Not CrazyFrerard - Im not crazy.Frerard - Im Not Crazy2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Im not crazy, im not.
I sat in the blank room, just staring at the blank walls. How did i get to this? Why am i here? Oh yeah, thats right. Remember that night Gerard, that night you swallowed a whole box of pills? Swallowing four at a time, 5 times in a row? You woke up two days later in a mental hospital. Remember?
Suddenly my thoughts were inturupted by my door opening.
"Hello, Mr Way. How are you feeling today?" A young woman in a white dress asked me, reassuringly.
"Fine." I snapped back. Pulling my dark hair out of my face.
"Well, you're due in councilling room three in ten minutes, so get dressed." She calmly replied.
I looked down and realised i was sat completely naked, with a thin bit of sheet covering my area.
She left then shut the door behind her. I quickly pulled on some boxers and trousers. I grabbed a shirt and started walking towards the councilling rooms. I threw on the shirt as i backed in through the door. I walked across the al
IgnoranceShh.Ignorance2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Look behind you.
"Are you okay?"
Shapes, forms, bodies, animals, plants
Shifting, moving, being
"What's wrong with you?"
You're a freak.
No one wants you.
You should kill yourself, let them out of their misery
Or we'll do the job for you.
"They're fake, you know."
No they're not.
"What are you doing?"
This is how I live.
Save me, from the monsters, the shadows
"What can I do?"
You can stop.
You can stop being ignorant
In a Little Girl's MindThere sits the girl with the things in her eyesIn a Little Girl's Mind2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Monsters, destruction, and sweet butterflies
Hopscotch and daisies, surrounded by screams
Beautiful dresses now torn at the seams
Crayons and paintbrushes, villains and grins
Young, gladsome innocence, hatred and sins
Little red houses on roads left to fade
Gorgeous moonlight shining off of the blade
Blood pouring out as she cries her own name
Knowing she's forced to take each bit of blame
She could have stopped it and left it behind
All of these things in her troubled young mind
She could have saved them if she dared to try
Rather, though, she left herself there to die.
Now, others watch as she sits on the ground
Keeping their distance and letting her drown
In her own worries and things she won't tell
Waiting for her mind to kill her as well…