Chrissy and PaulChrissy and Paul4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Shit," Chrissy mumbled under her breath, bending down to pick up the shattered pieces of the flask. "That's the second one. What's with me today?"
Chrissy looked around her small lab and sighed, suddenly regretting having chosen such a drab color for the walls. She'd been surprised the boys had let her paint them in the first place. The boys being her landlords: John, Paul, George, and Ringo. They were in a rock and roll band and were beginning to become quite popular. Chrissy scoffed to herself, wondering why she even bothered to pay rent if they were getting so much money coming in. Then again, the boys didn't really press her for and funds, mainly because they knew that though she was brilliant, she wasn't bringing in very much of an income. Not on what she had invented, anyway. She'd been working on a teleporter in the form of a phone-booth, but seeing as phone-booths were public property and not easy to come by, she'd hit a few bumps in that road. Paul had simply suggested she us
Unholy Confessions 2 .:Zimmy:.Unholy Confessions 2 .:Zimmy:.2 years ago in Romance More Like This
The bright lights, the alley ways
The dark nights, loneliness stays
His blue orbs look around
He tries to pick one from the crowd.
He needs this, he needs a feed
He needs the money, he just wants to be freed.
He needs release, he needs love
But that for him, will never come.
It had been over a week since that fateful night
Zacky was home, jimmy had taken flight
Blue eyes fall on another man
He makes his way over cause he can
Jimmy smiles, enticing him
He really just wants to get this over with
Cause there is someone else on his mind
Another man from the other night.
Zacky, the boy with green eyes
The boy held him through the night
He was the first for many things
But jimmy left on a whim
He was scared of what was to come
What if Zacky wasn't the one?
But still he haunted his every move
Oh Zacky was someone he didn't want to lose.
But he had ran away
He thought he'd be okay
But that was not the case at all
He missed him dearly .damn he was a fool.
Every night he found a new bed
I Want You, Pt. 6I Want You, Pt. 65 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
JOHN: There wasn't any light coming through the windows to claim me when I woke up next to her that morning. I had half expected to wake up instead in England, but I spose it was nice to be disappointed once in a while. I stretched out my bed-weak muscles and let out a groan of relief as my joints popped and my tendons rearranged themselves. I yawned and looked over at Joan, her hands curled around the fabric of her pillow. I smiled slightly at her and stood up out of the bed, running my hands through my hair. I caught a whiff of myself when I raised my arms, and I grimaced, taking the opportunity to find Joan's bathroom and washing up. As I let the hot water run over my tired muscles, I wondered how long this time would be. How long would it be before that same pull would grab me and take me back? I opened my mouth and let the water fill up inside it before swishing it around spitting it out, taking the stale taste out of my mouth. Whatever that shit Joan had given me had le
Thank you for loving me .:Jimohnny:.Thank you for loving me .:Jimohnny:.2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was that time of the year
Singles loathed it.
Couples loved it.
Jimmy wanted to do something special.
He had a few ideas.
Johnny was out working for the day,
So he had plenty of time to work with.
Jimmy first decided to make up dessert
Since Johnny would be home just in time for dinner.
He would then plan out the menu for the night.
3 courses of food for his love to enjoy.
He picked out the wine
A red one, the best
And even went out to the shops to get a gift for his love.
It was something he knew Johnny would adore.
Johnny was annoyed that he had to work on this day.
The day he wanted to spend with his love.
But he was lucky because he would be home for dinner.
And then they would enjoy a night of loving.
Johnny worked through the day as hard as he could
In hopes that he would get off early.
But his boss wasn't having any of it
And Johnny was forced to work the whole day.
Jimmy slaved in the kitchen for the afternoon
Hoping to make the food perfect.
He wanted this
The Awakened-Chapter 1The Awakened A Synacky Fan-fic Chapter 1The Awakened-Chapter 13 years ago in Romance More Like This
WARNING: CONTAINS BAND SLASH
I walked down the school hallway and walked to my locker. I heard some footsteps coming toward me and when I was in visible eye shot of the other kids I could instantaneously hear and see the pointing and jeering that they were doing. "Hey look it's the freak" One of them answered wile pointing and laughing at me. I slammed my locker door and turned to look at them. "Shut up" I snapped as I glared at them. That only seemed to make them point and laugh harder.
"Shut up. Just leave him alone. Making fun of him is so uncalled for" A voice answered. I turned and looked behind me. I saw Zacky Baker standing there, his gorgeous green eyes showing all signs of anger and rage at this particular moment. "Oh this is just too perfect. An outcast standing up for a freak" Parker, the captain of the football team answered sarcastically. Zacky looked at the kids. "What has he done to make you torture him so much? Leave
Jimohnny One Shot RequestJimohnny One Shot Request3 years ago in Romance More Like This
The smaller of the two was suddenly awakened by the distinct sound of thumping on the floor below. He groaned softly and rolled over on his side, expecting his arm to wrap around his lover's torso but feeling nothing there. He opened his eyes and sat up straight when he noticed Jimmy wasn't in bed with him.
"Jimmy?" He asked the empty room. He was answered by more thumps coming from downstairs. Johnny quickly jumped out of bed and ran to the source of the noises, despite being in just his boxers. "Jimmy?" The shorter man asked again, slowing down once he got down the stairs.
"Johnny! Hurry up and get dressed!" A voice from around the corner answered him. He followed the voice and eventually found Jimmy, hopping on one foot trying to get his other winter boot on.
"Get dressed for what? What are we doing?" Johnny asked groggily, obviously still dazed from being suddenly woken up.
"It snowed last night, Johnny! A whole lot! Take a look outside!" Johnny did as he was told; walked over to t
In His Life Chapter 1- Hello Little BoyIn His Life4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"John, this is George." Paul McCartney said introducing the younger boy that to me, that looked like a child. Paul nodded at the young lad who pulled out his guitar out of his case and went right into Raunchy. I've got to admit the kid was good, but he was a kid. What would the bird's think? Or the audiences think of a kid playing in a big boys band?
"So what ya think, John?" Paul asked me. I sat there silent.
"'e's good..." I admitted. George's face lit up, "But 'e is a kid." I added with a cheeky grin, watching George's face drop down at his guitar. I put a cigarette between my lips and lit it and inhaled the cigarette's sweet smoke enter my lungs before blowing it out. The bus stopped slowly, George quickly put his guitar away and picked up the case and started to stand up.
"Nice meetin' ya." George looked at me than nodded over to Paul. I sighed and watched him walk down the steps and off the bus. The bus started off again, and I w
Nightmare Before Christmas- A7X style-2Nightmare Before Christmas- A7X style-23 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Rev fell into the portal with a surprised scream as he feel into something soft. Soft? Looking around Rev saw things he'd never seen in is life before. It was al so new to him and his curiosity got the better of him.
What's this? What's this?
There's color everywhere
There's white things in the air
I can't believe my eyes
I must be dreaming
Wake up, jack, this isn't fair
Rev ran and jumped and walked and moved checking out all the new sights his hallowed eyes could see. It was all so new to him the snow that crutched under his feet the creatures running around laughing and smiling.
What's this? What's this?
There's something very wrong
There are people singing songs
The streets are lined with
Little creatures laughing
Everybody seems so happy
Have I possibly gone daffy?
What is this?
There was so much that Rev was having trouble trying to process all of it.
There are children throwing snowballs here
Bad Things Happen When You Mess With Dead ThingsBad Things Happen When You Mess With Dead ThingsBad Things Happen When You Mess With Dead Things2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A Synacky One shot
I sat in the cemetery in the dead of night on Halloween with my best friend Zachary Baker. I really wanted more to happen between us. I know that cemetery's weren't very romantic the only reason we were in here was because we were dared. Wondering what Zacky was doing I glanced over at him. He gently moved the pointer of the Ouija board with his pointer finger. Personally I never believed what others had said about Ouija boards causing all hell to break lose when you messed with them.
I glanced over at my watch to see what time it was, it was a little after 1:00 am. "Brian?" Zacky answered trying to get my attention. "Yeah Zacky, what is it?" I asked. "Dude I am freaking out. Look" He answered. I looked down at the Ouija board. Zacky's hands were completely still, however the pointer was moving towards random letters.
'W' was the first letter it hit.
Warning is what it spelled out
I Like You, Okay?I Like You, Okay?4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Are you coming or what?"
"He's not coming."
"He doesn't want to."
Ringo stayed where he was on the wooden sun chair and stared at the other Beatles in the pool. They wanted him to go swimming, but he couldn't. John was the reason why. Last night the four of them played Marco Polo in the pool and Ringo felt John's lips kiss him square on the mouth when it was his turn to play Marco. Ringo opened his eyes, looking startled. John was laughing. "Aw, you cheated Richie! Now it's my turn to be Marco!" he said in a sing-song voice. Ringo couldn't speak. He was afraid Paul and George saw what just happened, but they were too busy splashing each other. Ringo wasn't the same after John kissed him. That's why he didn't want go in the water.
"What's the matter with you, Ring?" Paul asked.
"How come you don't wanna play?" George added.
"I don't feel well," Ringo said, shifting a little in his chair. He glanced over at John and he was smiling. Come on, he could hear Lennon's mind say. You and I bot
Just Like YouJust Like You4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He found his five-year-old son jumping on the bed with the radio playing "She Loves You" by The Beatles. "Sean, what are you doing? Get down from there!" John raised his voice an octave higher than it was suppose to be. He quickly went over to the nightstand and switched the radio off.
Sean stopped jumping. "I was dancing, Daddy!"
"Yes, I know you were," John said. "How many times have I told you not to go in the bedroom without me or Mummy around?" He came to the bed and picked Sean up in his arms, placing him back down on the floor.
"Lot's of times," Sean replied sadly. "But you're here now..."
"That's right..." John took a deep breath. He couldn't stay upset with Sean, because it was like looking at Yoko and that was difficult staying mad at her, too. "You have a warning this time, but next time's a time-out, okay honey?"
"Okay," Sean said with his bottom lip sticking out. His eyes were fixed on the radio, and John could see wonder and a little bit of what, recognition?
"You were li
It Can't Be TrueIt Can't Be True3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ryan opened his eyes slowly, only to clamp them shut once again as the bright lights caused his eyes to dilate too quickly. He groaned and opened them once again, immediately noting that it was far too bright here for him to be in his smog-ridden home of Philadelphia but where else would he be? He sat up carefully, propping himself up on his elbows and frowned as he glanced around, ignoring the slight throbbing in his head.
This was not West Chester. This whatever it was, was too white. Every single thing was white; the walls, the floor, the lights. He even noticed that he had been dressed in all white, which confused him further since he didn't even own white jeans. He felt he should panic at being in the strange place all alone, but even as the thought entertained his mind, he couldn't find the feeling within his chest.
Maybe it's a hospital He thought to himself, although as the words flitted through his mind he already knew they were lies. Okay then, mayb
I Want You, Pt. 3I Want You, Pt. 35 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Crimson and Clover
JOAN: We left the hotel room with less trouble than I thought we would. There were a few times I thought one of those school girls might have gotten hold of me, but luckily we were able to hide long enough for them to give up chase. John walked close beside me as we strolled down the now neon lit city streets, even more people out walking about than in the day time. I don't think we knew exactly where we were going, but it really didn't matter. About half-way down the road from the hotel, I spotted a small street vendor selling small boxes of sweets I'd never seen before. I led John over to the cart and sniffed inquisitively at the desserts, my mouth beginning to water from the small amount of food in my stomach. The man running the concession flashed as toothless smile at me, his dirty face covered in sweat from cooking hours on end. I could only grin shyly back and point to a small box of pastry like cakes, topped with walnuts.
"How much are these?" I asked, not ve
Welcome Home SoldierWelcome Home SoldierWelcome Home Soldier3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I still remember the day Matt went off to be a soldier. It's been a year since I saw my Mattie bear. In the past year, so much has happened... And it affects Matt so much... But I don't think he's talking to me anymore. I have written a million letters and he never replies... I wonder if he hates me. I don't know if anyone will ever see this or if I will see my Mattie bear again... But I have to tell someone and this is the only way to.
Matt left for duty on October 27, 2011. It broke my heart when he left. We kissed each other one last time and he walked off. My heart broke as I watched him. Once I no longer saw him, I went home. I lay on our bed clutching his pillow to my chest. I felt tears coming and I let them flow. I felt like there was no reason to do anything without my Mattie. In my heart, I had no reason to eat or drink or do anything but lay in bed.
I did that for 2 weeks. Then one day I ran to puke. I had no idea what made me sick. I haven't eaten in a
You Can't Just Have the Baby You Found in the ParkYou Can't Just Have the Baby You Found in the Park3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Zacky stares at Jimmy for a second, disbelieving, before he takes a deep breath and says, "What do you mean you found him?"
Jimmy grins widely and snuggles the small bundle of blankets in his arms closer to his body. "I found him in the park with a wad of one dollar bills tucked into his blankets. He's mine now."
Zacky sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. "Jimmy, you can't just have the baby you found in the park."
Jimmy's smile instantly moulds into a frown. "Yes I can. Clearly his parents weren't able to take care of him, but I can." He looks down at the baby and his face lights up again. "Isn't that right, Fox? You're my baby boy and I'm gonna take such good care of you," he coos.
Zacky bites his lip. If he's being honest with himself, there's a part of him that's always wanted a kid with Jimmy, but he'd pushed it out of his mind as an impossibility. And he can definitely see Jimmy being an awesome dad. "Okay," he starts slowly, causing Jimmy to cast hopeful eyes up at h
How can you love someone.How can you love someone.4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
How can you love someone you've never met.
If he was, before you were even born, already dead.
How can you love someone you only saw in books and movies.
But on every picture you saw, you knew he was in peace.
He could have lived longer, but Faith didn't want to.
Though that doesn't take away, that we would always miss you.
But to come back to the question, if you can love such a man.
Yes. I'm sure of it. I'm sure it can.
You just need to remember the words this man once said
That love was all you needed.
I hope you'll know by now,
that a total world of peace will be succeeded.
All the thing he ever said were honest, clear and true
I know he was right, do you so too?
~We love you, John
Frankenweenie Steampunk fic WIPFrustrated and exhausted, Toshiaki sat in the office of his airship. He was thinking about what to do for his next project. "When the hell is something going to pop up...." he muttered under his breath. He then heard a crash outside, then a bunch of yelling. Toshiaki stood up and ran quickly to see what was going on. Turn out that it's Edgar "E" Gore all drunk and throwing bottles at Toshiaki's ship. Couldn't this night get any better for him? "Get the fuck out of here, sham!" He yelled out, throwing his cane at him. Thank God he missed, but it was a really close shot.Frankenweenie Steampunk fic WIP3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Edgar looked at Toshiaki disgustingly. "You missed, you Coward" shouted Edgar as he swayed back and forth. Edgar was trashed, he couldn't stand still for two seconds with out tilting or falling. Edgar grabs a bottle from his coat, which he stole from the bar, and opens it. "If you want me to go away, why not do it yourself, you baffoon!" He opens up the bottle, drinking it really fast, and toss the bottle at Toshia
I Want You, Pt. 9I Want You, Pt. 95 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
She's Not A Girl Who Misses Much:
JOAN: John had told me it was okay for me to stay in his flat while he went out to get us something to eat, and I could only wonder what else he thought I'd do with him gone. John's place wasn't anything I hadn't thought it would be, but it wasn't exactly what anyone would call normal, either. There were scribbles all over the walls of grotesque and deformed figures, images he had tried to use to represent people, I guess. And it wasn't just the drawings; there were random nick- knacks hanging on the walls and being held up on shelves like they were the Holy Bible or something. A baby-doll's head that was missing an eye was impaled on a candle stick, which sat on the coffee table in the middle of the living room and was adorned with left over cigarette butts and ash. A picture of a man riding a camel was held above the mantel in a golden frame, and on that mantle sat a trail of ceramic monkeys in the famous "see no, speak no, hear no evil" p
And I need you to, need you to know.And I need you to, need you to know.3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
James Owen Sullivan, aka The Reverend Tholomew Plague.
February 9th, 1981 - December 28th, 2009.
You stand at the head of the room, leaning against the maroon walls. Your companions oblivious to your presence.
They miss you. You can sense it. Their thoughts stringing together to create three different emotions; mourning, grief and longing.
It's nearing what would have been your 31st birthday, 9th of February.
You cross your inked arms across your chest and observe them.
The tallest, and strongest of the quartet is curled into the corner of the five person leather sofa. He's shirtless, tattooed chest rising and falling rhythmically, the pad of his left index finger tracing the tattoo on the back of his right hand mindlessly, unknowingly tracing the outline of your deathbat.
A smile pulls at the corner of your mouth as you watch Matt, but you don't let it take over.
Your gaze wanders to Johnny, also shirtless and gazing down at his chest, admiring the enlarged deathbat tattoo imprin
Raindance MaggieRaindance Maggie3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Twenty-three years before the crippling of Crown Prince James III
He was fourteen and she was probably aged about the same, give or take a few years. It had been an hour since he'd met her.
He hated her already.
She scowled behind him and likely shared the sentiment as they scampered up the hillside in a desperate attempt to escape the roaring mob that seemed to be growing perpetually larger and coming ever-closer. Gabriel would have liked to say that it was all her fault he was in this situation, though it was his careless nicking ofwhat was it? A chicken that started the first old woman running, but how was he supposed to know that she'd stumble and fall and everyone else would think he'd assaulted her?
He hadn't. He'd taken the chicken, snapped its neck and run, because he hadn't eaten meat in weeks and he was starting to feel the affects on his already weak limbs.
This is what happens, he thought. This is what happens when you live like th
All I Need Is Love, Pt. 5All I Need Is Love, Pt. 55 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
When I Come Home To You:
"Honestly, Anya, I think it's kind of exciting!" Samantha said as we drove in the limo down the crowded streets. "I can't wait to see what the boys look like on screen."
It was the premiere of the boy's new film "A Hard Day's Night", and everyone in our circle of friends had been anxious to see it. I shook my head and laughed. "The same as they always do, Sam."
Samantha pouted slightly at me before grinning again. "You know what I mean." She turned to Paul, who sat close beside her in the spacious seats. He grinned and entwined his fingers with hers, brushing his lips across her knuckles.
"I'm glad you're excited, love," he said, kissing her cheek briefly before tapping my knee with the toe of his shoe. "And you should be too. It's not every day we get to be big movie stars." Macca flashed me one of his classic charm smiles, but it only made me sick with remembering how I'd fallen under it so many years ago. I squirmed in my seat, tucking
Lennon LegendLennon Legend4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
There are two kinds of guys.
The guys who yell and the guys who are quiet.
The guys who slack off and the guys who push to the limit.
The guys who cry when you lose someone and the guys who don't.
I speak of the guys who lose a band mate and don't cry. It's odd to think that when someone dies that his closest friend wouldn't cry. But it's all in how that person takes the news.
This is the story from Astrid's point of view. Astrid was a simple girl. Very pretty and natural. She had an adorable pixie haircut and a camera always in her hand. Most of the early Bealte pictures she took. Stu and her had fallen in love. They were a beautiful couple. But all things have to come to the end.
The Beatles had been touring. Stu stayed here in Hamburg, with me and really he wasn't apart of the band any more. I was at the airport waiting to see them. I paced up and down as I saw their plane land. I racked my brain to try and figure out what to say. How do I tell them? In betwee
Heroin RapeHeroin Rape2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Caress a cold cheek,
Softer where he struck-
years ago. Bold, bleak,
fears to flow amuck.
Serious or Jest?
Try to trust undressed.
Such disgust, confessed.
This... is beautiful.
Let go. Lose control...
Threat hides behind sin,
Sweat glides cold again.
First fraught to flinch when
shown sweet affection:
One kiss, to brush skin
Recoil? Nervous cringe.
Flee! Spoil the syringe!
Or empty it, in vein.
Victim. Just a slave,
to grim lust and crave
Nightmare Before Christmas-A7X style 1Nightmare Before Christmas-A7X style 13 years ago in Romance More Like This
Boys and girls of every age
Wouldn't you like to see something strange?
Come with us and you will see
This, our town of Halloween
This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Pumpkins scream in the dead of night
This is Halloween, everybody make a scene
Trick or treat till the neighbors gonna die of fright
It's our town, everybody scream
In this town of Halloween
I am the one hiding under your bed
Teeth ground sharp and eyes glowing red
I am the one hiding under yours stairs
Fingers like snakes and spiders in my hair
This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween!
In this town we call home
Everyone hail to the pumpkin song
In this town, don't we love it now?
Everybody's waiting for the next surprise
Round that corner, man hiding in the trash can
Something's waiting no to pounce, and how you'll...
Scream! This is Halloween
Red 'n' black, slimy green
Aren't you scared?
Well, that's just fine
Say it once, say it twice
Take a chance and roll the dice
Ride with the