Frerard-The Way You Look At MeFrerard-The Way You Look At Me4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I don't catch you doing it every time, but I know how you look at me. When I know you're doing it, it feels like the laser beams from your ray gun are drilling into my face. Hah, except it doesn't kill me.
I'll try not to show that I know you're staring, but sometimes, I can't help turning to look back at you. Only thing is, you look away as soon as my eyes meet yours.
Everyone knows we do it. And half the time, I don't think we realize we're even doing it to begin with. I guess it's just a habit.
And an unbreakable habit at that.
I'll get embarrassed sometimes because I'm hoping that I don't look like shit when you decide to rest your staring eyes on my face.
You'll make me nervous. It's like the nervousness that builds up inside right before we go onstage to perform. My heart will beat hard and fast in my chest, and I can practically hear it pounding against my ribs.
It's the way you look at me baby, that makes me go crazy.
And even though you might not know this,
I love it.
This Life Will CountThis Life Will Count4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Pills. That's all it took... a few pills and a bottle of vodka...not much to stop your heart from beating. All your life's work and nine months in the womb to prepare yourself for the hell you'd be living in for the next 70 years or so... It's weird how we all once started out as a bundle of cells...somewhere along the line mine must've been fucked with-
I was a liberty to this Earth... a downfall to this world that we've been taught to think so highly of... why was life so complicated? Why couldn't all those unnecessary things stay away? Keep out- No, nothing is simple, you see. My life has been one great mess, some may say I had everything- well I did...until I ruined it.
One night....that's all it was....it took only one night to ruin your life's work... family...friends...life...gone. All gone. Just like the dead....that word used to make me laugh... I was more afraid of the living rather than the corpses buried beneath us... Dead. What a simple word; the definition stands as: no l
SummertimeSummertime4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
By Kindred aka DarkSiderMoments
The rain clouds faded way a girl sighed as her father turned the wheel of the car in to the parking lot, she wished it continued to rain she only ever smiled when it rained, her father got out of the car and open the back door without talking to her, she stepped out as he handed her two bags he didn't even look at her, she didn't mind this attitude of his she gotten use to it over the last 6 years after her mother died and now he was getting rid of his own draughter "Do I even get a say in this?" she asked "Dad!" he got to his car door and stared at the passing trains,
"Your train is that 20 past 4 and if you miss that one the next one is half 6 your Aunt's kid will meet you."
"Dad pleased!" he got into the car closing the door and drove away "YOU RAT BASTED MONSTER!" She screamed at the top of her both, relieving some of the pain and anger, she held back her tears and put on her head phones and turned her IPod up as loud as she could have it
I want to see you laugh notCryI want to see you laugh notCry4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter one: unfaithful
I was on my way to the fifth funeral that I've had this week. Today it was my older brother, Charlie, I don't know how or why this had happened to me, it just did, my whole family was dead. It was the most perfect day for the last funeral I ever attended today, it was raining, it was dull, and it was so cold I could see my own breath in the car. I slowly moved my free hand to the CD button on the stereo while my other hand was on the car steering wheel, as a small tear ran down my cheek the song "I'm not okay (I promise)" by My Chemical Romance came on, Charlie was much like me in his taste of music, we both loved, rock, punk, a bit of rap, and only a few scream-o songs, (Fact of the page: Rachel and Charlie both listened to My Chemical Romance, Green Day, Creature Feature, leATHERMOUTH, and Eminem) Charlie was one of those guys that always had a girlfriend, and if he didn't he would spend his spare time in his room with his music to the max, mum used to g
This is IeroweenThis is Ieroween4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
MCR fans of every age
Wouldn't you like to see something strange?
Come with us and you will see
This, our town of Ieroween
This is Ieroween, this is Ieroween
Killjoys scream in the dead of night
This is Ieroween, everyone is spazzing
Sing along your neighbors gonna die of delight
It's our town, everybody sing
In this town of Ieroween
I am the one hiding under your bunk
With glowing hazel eyes and a rhythm guitar
I am the one hiding on your bus
Fingerless gloves and red and black hair
This is Ieroween, this is Ieroween
Ieroween! Ieroween! Ieroween! Ieroween!
In this town we call home
Everyone hail to the Killjoy song
In this town, don't we love it now?
Everybody's waiting for the next surprise
Round that corner, man hiding in the casket
Something's waiting now to pounce, and how you'll...
Sing! This is Ieroween
Red 'n' black, hazel-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 band in the dead of night
Fangirls Rock-A Frerard SequelFangirls Rock-A Frerard Sequel4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Wow. Where do I begin? In a few short months, everything is different. Because in a few short hours, you changed our lives forever. You know, I don't think that I could have ever expected that. I never thought anything would play out the way it did, but I have to admit, I've never been so happy to be wrong.
First of all, I owe you the most epic thank you ever. I really can't begin to wrap words around how grateful I am to you for what you did. You know, I've always said that the reason I do what I do is to change lives. Of all of the places I've been and the people I've met, I never could have expected that the blonde haired girl with the homemade t-shirt who was avidly belting every word of every song would have changed my life the way that she did. I never saw that one coming.
I feel like I owe you for all of the good things that are part of my life now. Since our unforgettable meeting, two divorces have been finalized, one home sold, one home bought, two weekends were spen
The World Is UglyThe World Is Ugly4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Dirty streets, covered in sticky mud and clouded with car exhaust. Old buildings, bricks and shingles falling off all the time, looking like they're about to crumble to the ground and fade into the forgotten dust. People running past, not seeing, not caring, wrapped and consumed in their own lives and problems. Criminals in dark alleys, ready to dart out and snatch away the possessions of any vulnerable character passing by. Men lying in the gutters of the city, some dead or bleeding out, some too drunk to stand on their feet.
But down those streets, and past those buildings, and through those crowds of people, and ahead of those alleys, and beyond those gutter men
Scuffed red sneakers, frayed skinny jeans, baggy tee shirt. Curled hair, the colour of onyx and softer than a cloud in the summer sky. Warm hazel eyes, framed gracefully by smoky black lashes; gaze shooting straight to the core. Calloused fingers knotting tightly and so flawlessly with my own. Beautiful, intricate t
Forbidden Ch. 4Gerard's P.O.V.Forbidden Ch. 44 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
When I got home, I was feeling a little tired, this happened to me a lot lately. I would often be worn out easily, I figured it was from my lack of full nights of sleep. I grabbed my bags out of the backseat and walked up the path to our front door. I used my key to unlock it and let myself in.
"I'm home," I said loudly as I could hear Linda working in the kitchen.
"Oh, Hi honey. Supper will be ready in an hour. Why don't you go down to your room and relax for a bit? Frank's down there."
I wanted to run right down but knew it would be to obvious that I was worried about him going through my things.
"Alright," I opened the door and went downstairs.
When I opened the door at the bottom of the stairs, to my room, I glanced in. He was on his cot, still messing with his guitar.
"Hi," I said quietly as I took care of the things I got for the bathroom. He just made a quiet grunting noise.
Never Coming HomeNever Coming Home4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As the boats crashed against the shore our bodies lurched forward. A man to my left crumpled over the side of the boat to vomit. The front of the boat fell open and we rushed for cover. From the corner of my eye I saw Frank run ahead of everyone. I tried to follow him but eventually I lost him in the sea of soldiers. Even though I gave him shit for being so small, I knew he'd be alright. 'I love you' I thought to him as I returned my focus to the fight. I turned back to look at the boat and saw that Mikey was one of the last ones to emerge from the carrier. "MIKEY!" I shouted over the roar of gunfire. I watched as Mikey crouched low, running to my side. I made sure to get his attention and pointed to the trench that laid a bit up the beach and mouthed 'on three.' Mikey stared at me and my heart ached. He was terrified and the
Watch your BackWatch your Back4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When this world of ours crashes,
It will never be happiness we seek
But freedom, creativity for the masses
We don't want to exist, we want to live.
Your corporation is corrupted
Emotionless, colourless, lifeless
All the power has gone to your head
But what do you fear?
That is why we are here.
To take down the scarecrows
Watch your back.
Forbidden Ch. 21Frank's P.O.V.Forbidden Ch. 214 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I had been sitting in the same jail cell for a couple of days now. They had seen the evidence of the night, they had told me Alex has been recording what he had done to Gerard. They apologized to me, at least Officer Wallis did. I was still being charged with the possession of an illegal weapon but that was understandable. I would have the court case in a couple of months but Officer Wallis said he would try to make everything go away, I liked that idea.
I had heard that Mikey and Gerard had lost their parents and that I had lost my mother, I was surprised by how much I cried, how bad it affected me. I wasn't out yet because no one had come to post bail, not that I really blame anyone, who would want me to come live with them? I had missed my mother's funeral since it was the day before and I had still been in jail.
"Iero!" I stood quickly when I heard a deep voice call my name.
I'll Expect You Won't Cry,I'll Expect You Won't Cry,4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It's been the same steady pattern for as long as I can remember. As long as my back has been against this hospital bed. As long as the oxygen has been blowing into my nose and the respirators have been attached to my chest. As long as I can remember.
Every hour, on the hour they come into my room. Dressed in funny outfits with amusing pictures of Spongebob Squarepants or Winnie the Pooh on them. They put their cold machinery to my heart, lungs, and stomach. They change my IV every day when it runs dry. It feels like the hole in my vain is getting bigger and bigger because of it. They touch my face and move my hair. Oh, what a poor boy, they say. He was so young.
I'm as good as dead to them. Considering they talk about me as if they where visiting my open casket. They would change out their colorful outfits for ones more appropriate for mourning a lost soul. They'd place flowers I'd never smell next to me and s
Disenchanted-Frerard-Chap.1~**Gerard's P.O.V.**~Disenchanted-Frerard-Chap.14 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I huddled in the corner of the bathroom, my nose dripping blood. I closed my eyes, and braced myself for yet another kick to my gut. The cold, dull tile was encrusted with dirt. You notice some funny things when you're getting beat up. My mind snapped back to reality and I looked up, just as an all too familiar sneaker collided with my cheekbone. I groaned in pain.
"Admit it! Admit that you're a worthless fag." His voice was the equivalent of nails on chalkboard.
"I'm a worthless fag." I spoke in monotone, I would do anything for this beating to stop. I felt a wad of spit land just above my eye, but that was the last of it for today, at least. His name was Kevin. This was our daily routine. I shuddered at the thought of "our". We were nothing alike. He was your typical jock; big, bulky, moronic, and just an all-out asshole. On the other hand, I was quiet, shy, and kept to myself most of the time. Even if I wanted to socialize, people avoided me. No one wante
The Black ParadeThe Black Parade4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"We don't know when it will hit, but when it does, you will feel it instantly. The burning sensation on your skin, the tingle on your fingertips and the temperature rise which will make you sweat within a few minutes. It will become normal. Do not worry. BL/ind have prepared for the worst, and in the inevitable ensuing chaos, there will be Leaders to bring you to safety. Stay inside your homes, gather the food you have, your belongings. And wear sensible walking shoes for your own safety."
"There will be a safe haven in Battery City, where BL/ind care for the injured and uninjured alike, and create a new home out of the remains of the darkest hours. But to get to the haven, you must be brave. There will be Leaders to bring you to safety, dressed in black and silver. They are the Parade Leaders, and you must follow them. Join them, form the Parade, and come to safety. It will be your last chance, without us, and the anti-radiation medicine you will die."
Frerard - RosesI was four years old when my parents took me and my brother to a party. It was for adults; There were almost no kids to play with, there weren't clowns, there weren't even balloons. Well, clowns anyway were scary for me. It was a little boring, since my mom had my little brother with her almost all the time, being a baby. I had to stay in a little place they had for kids, with some toys. It was then when another kid arrived. He looked like he was my age, and had hazel eyes too. His mother told him something, before she left him. He sat at my side, getting me confused.Frerard - Roses4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Hi" he said, with a smile. At least he was not shy, like me.
"Hi" I greeted back, and we stayed quiet a little.
"My name is Frank what's your name?" he asked me, and I could feel his curiosity in me as he looked at me with his always present smile. The music the adults had was a little annoying, but they seemed to enjoy it while dancing. My parents were talking and laughing with other people on a big table, though.
BANGBANG4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
By Kindred aka DarkSiderMoments
*Sorry for any bad spelling and grammar*
BANG, BANG, BANG "Are you kidding with me, I'M COMING!" Frank shouted, getting out of bed he looked to his clock by his bed and it read 4:15 BANG, BANG, BANG came to loud noise again at the back door "I'M COMING IS THIS BETTER BE A LIFE AND DEATH!" "FRANK OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR, GERARD IS HURT!" shouted Mikey, "WHAT?" Frank rushed to the back door and unlocks the door and pulled open, where he see Mikey and Ray holding on to Gerard, blood covered his shirt and started to turn a funny colour green as the blood started to mix together, his head hung eye barely open "Is this life and death enough for you!" Said Ray as they walked putting Gerard on the breakfast table.
"What happen?" Frank asked looking at the bite on Gerard's neck "You not going to believe us!" said Ray looking his Frank's draws "Yeah Ray please go through my by belongs!" "Do you have anything sliver?" "What?" "FRANK D
Black Pariah _Chapter Nine_Black Pariah _Chapter Nine_4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He yelled in frustration, trying to get his cold numbed fingers to punch out the right sequence of numbers on the too small payphone buttons.
"Hey Buddy, Cut that shit out! " the bartender called over, half heartedly.
Gerard never paid him any heed; he was too busy praying this was still the right number, that this would work, this would answer his question, all the while dreading hearing that much longed for voice, feeling guilt for the longing, even throughout the horrified screams for his mother that echoed around his head.
"Hello, Mr Iero, Sir?" the young blue haired receptionist babbled into the phone with obvious relief threading through her voice.
"Um... no, sorry, I was just...... um, is he there? I was hoping to speak to him " the unfamiliar male voice stammered into the phone, he sounded upset.
Was this the call her boss had been waiting for before he took off? Could it be THE Gerard himself?
She knew the others voices and it wasn'
Feathers -Fray-Feathers -Fray-4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Ra-ay!" A chirpy voice rang through the tourbus. I sighed and looked up from the gaming magazine that I was reading.
"What, Frankie?" I groaned.
He skipped in, holding something behind his back and smiled sweetly.
"Ray, are you ticklish?" He asked, using his sweetest sounding voice and rocking back and forth on the ball to the heel of his feet. He reminded me of a child who wanted something.
"Uh, I think so? What do you want, Frankie?"
"I wanna try something."
I squinted and put the magazine on the floor. Frank pounced on me, sitting on my stomach with his back facing to me. It was a bad idea to lie down on a sofa when Frank was around.
"Frank, what the fuck do you think you're doing?!" I asked as he yanked my shoes off.
"Frank, don't you dare."
"You daring me, Torosaur?" He giggled, pulling off my socks.
"Fra-ankie!" I whined, wriggling underneith him. For a short guy, he was pretty heavy.
"What-ie?" He snapped back, mimicking my tone.
"What did you have in your hand?"
Save Yourself MFRCONTESTENTRYSave Yourself MFRCONTESTENTRY4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A gunshot rang out in the air and then war started. Shots fired everywhere. Blood contaminated the floor, as well as dead bodies and corpses. Fun Ghoul, Jet Star, and my younger brother, Kobra Kid were all fighting as best as they could, which was very well. Veins bulged out of their fingers as they lay on their triggers. BL/ind workers dropped to the floor, deceased from gun wounds.
They had an unfair advantage; we were only four and they were coming in hundreds. However, we shot them with ease.
Boom! I shot a BL/ind worker straight in the chest. Sweat dribbled on my forehead. It felt like we had been fighting for an eternity, but it was only a couple of minutes.
Out of nowhere, I feel a sharp pain in the back of my right calf. Warm, red blood oozes from it. I sunk to the floor, covering my leg with my palm. It's no use. Blood seeps through the openings between my fingers and onto the smooth, white floor.
I place my back against the wall, while ducking from gunshots fired
Why I Quit- FrobWhy I Quit- Frob4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I was always watching them. Not that I went out of my way or ever wanted to see them. Seeing their flirtatious smiles flashing back and forth, their hands and lips and tongues making contact more often than I blinked, hearing their hushed giggles and moans and gasps as they made love in whoever's bunk it was that night...
Made love. Yes, I believe that they're in love. The way they speak to each other with just their eyes. How they always know what the other is thinking, no matter how odd or random the thought. I tried guessing what they were about to say sometimes. I was never on the same brain wave, I suppose.
Everyone loves Gerard. The frontman, the mad genius, the powerhouse of the band. I never gave a fuck about Gerard. It's that little spitfire off to his side, the one flailing about onstage, knocking things and people over without a care; just generally wreaking all sorts of havoc. I love that tiny devil.
Frank and Gerard are perfect for each other. Everyone can see that. You tr
Scent ::Contest Entry::The scent of vomit fills my lungs as I crouch heaving in this bathroom stallScent ::Contest Entry::6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
And yet that awful, attacking, caustic smell cannot overpower the stench of love that creeps under, and through, the cracks in the door behind me.
Fuck... Frank next time you want to confess to me your misplaced feelings of affection Try doing it when I havent drowned myself in half of this, cheap and charmless, bars supply of corrosive, lung burning, mind wasting, vodka.
You dont love me Frank...
You dont even know what the word means...
How dare you destroy everything weve built together just because you couldnt squash that burning desire to purge out your confused confessions of delusional love?
You want to undo years of friendship because youve decided theres something between us?
What was I to you?
Was our friendship a lie?
All those moments that weve shared together What do they mean now?
You sung out confessions of love and desire
I Kissed A BoyI had always been brought up to believe that homosexuality was wrong. People who engaged in that behavior were vile, a disgrace to humanity. I was never allowed to associate myself with them, no matter what the circumstances, and I certainly was never allowed to be like them. Naturally, I learned to disprove of gays and distance myself from them. One night, all my buddies decided to go to the new club in town and I joined in. That night, everything changed.I Kissed A Boy4 years ago in Romance More Like This
The music blared at full blast through the speakers, the whole joint vibrated from the intense sound. Hundreds of strangers danced shoulder to shoulder, chugging glasses of alcohol. I danced awkwardly to the beat of the music when one of my friends handed me a drink he'd bought me, as I was underage and couldn't get it myself. Drink in hand, I danced my way through the crowd.
I sat at a stool in the bar section of the club, sipping my drink, half of which had been spilled on the dance floor on my way over. Clubs were never really my
My Brother, My Hero"Gerard, its Mom. Please come see your brother, he's always asking for you."My Brother, My Hero4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Gerard, Mikey needs you. Please visit him soon."
"Gerard- Just call him yourself and tell him that you don't want to see him!"
Gerard played the messages on his phone over and over. Each one sounding more distressed than the last. His brother, Mikey, was in the hospital. He had been sick for nearly a year; he had been in a car accident. The impact of the steering wheel had crushed his chest and destroyed his heart. He was living off a machine that acted as a substitute for his broken heart. But he was never meant to live off it forever, and he was getting weaker every day. He needed a transplant as soon as possible, but a suitable donor hadn't yet been found. Gerard had visited for a few months after the accident, but he stopped. He just couldn't stand being in that hospital room, absolutely powerless to save his little brother. Facing Mikey's impending doom wasn't something he was strong enough to do.
Forbidden Ch. 27Gerard's P.O.V.Forbidden Ch. 274 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
My eyes opened slowly as I felt drool hanging from the corner of my mouth. I looked around me and wiped my lips, wondering how I had gotten to my room and where Frank was. I was thinking it must have been a dream and frowned slightly. There was no other way that I'd be sitting in my bedroom when I had passed out at school. I figured I had slept in and had just dreamed of Frank coming to the school and seeing me. I did see it was a little far fetched now. I slowly climbed up the stairs in my briefs and baggy t-shirt, scratching the back of my head as I yawned.
As I came into the upstairs hall I could here voices. I turned and quietly walked over the thinning rug towards the kitchen. I stood outside the door and leaned close to hear better, unsure of the voices.
"How c-coun-count-l-less, countless they c-con congre-gregate, congregate, O-o'er our t-tu-tum-tumul-tu . I hate this, it's stupid