This Life Will CountThis Life Will Count5 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
To The End .:Frerard:. Part 1(Frank's Point Of View)To The End .:Frerard:. Part 16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Frankie!!" I turned around to see my best friend, practically my only friend running tword me like a maniac, but hey, thats typical Mikey. Its Friday and school is over. THANK GOD! When Mikey got to me he was hunched over, out of breath. "Hey Mikes. Whats with all the happy?" Mikey caught his breath before responding very slowly. "F-frank. M-my birthday is tomorrow, im having a sleepover thing you have to c-come" Slumber party? "Mikey, your a 17 year old boy, slumber parties are for pre-pubesent girls. Are you a pre-pubesent girl Mikey?" He looked confused and shook his head. "No, but it'll be fun. Parents said they'll be gone for the night, just you, me, Ray, Bob and my brother". His brother? His beautiful, perfect, amazingly talented, nineteen year old fine specimen of man, that brother?! I've met Gerard dozens of times, he says im 'the only one of Mikeys friends he can actually stand'. What an honor,
I was snaped out of my little daydream by a car horn. Mike
Frerard- BLACK PARADEFrerard- BLACK PARADEFrerard- BLACK PARADE4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"When I was a young boy, my father took me into the city, to see a marching band, he said son when-"
Gerard flinched at the pain. His toothpick arms clutched his stomach. He was so skinny, his ribs where pushed through his skin, his solemn but once full of life and lustful eyes where prominent due to the hollowed grey bags under his eyes. Gerard's sculpted face was now full of remorse, his cheek bones embossed through his sickly pale skin, his lips chapped an faded. The man I love, who was once full of love and life, was now physically dead.
"Gee, take it easy"
"Frankie I love you and in my heart I can't contain it, the anthem won't explain it"
He softly grabbed my hand, the drip feeding his cancer poisoned body was pierced into his skin, and the disgust in Gerard's eyes broke my heart whenever he looked down at his limp body. If I could turn back time and make it so I was the one with cancer I would.
"Frank, if you could, get me a drink of water?"
Vanity: Part 1 of 1.Donald paced angrily outside the bathroom door of his small, one floor home. His feet dragged the carpet as he walked back and forth up the slim hallway. His knuckles made contact with the wood door, knocking repetitively. "Gerard, you okay in there?"Vanity: Part 1 of 1.4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
For moments, there was no reply. Donald's heart paused slightly and thoughts of horror flashed through his mind. His son had been in there for a long time, what if he hurt himself? "Gerard?" he questioned again, as his hand wiggled the metal handle. He unlocked it and as he started to open the door, pressure was returned on the other side.
"Gerard!" he yelped. "Open the door." His voice was commanding towards his twelve year old son. On the other side of the door, no pressure was relieved and it was on the verge of closing until Donald put his full muscle into it.
The door swung open and Donald fumbled into the small bathroom. It was empty. As he stepped farther in, he got angrier. The bathroom curtain was pulled and sitting awkwardly on
Frerard Prt. 5Hes kissing my chest, my stomach, my navel, and now hes starting to pull my boxers down.Frerard Prt. 56 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Hey, w-what are you doing? I ask
Oh come on Frankie.
Well, I-I dont know if Im ready for that I dont want to do that yet.
Its silent and dark and I cant really see Gerard. I dont know what to do, or where hes at. I turn on the lamp and I see him sitting on the bed looking at the floor.
Im sorry Gee its not you, I just dont want to not yet we just met about two days ago, and Im not ready for that.
Oh Im sorry I should of thought about that I should have waited.
Not really. He says quietly, looking down.
Gerard Im not mad or anything.
I dont want you to think Im just trying to get in your pants, or anything like that cause that
MICKEY WAYS QUOTESQUOTES BY MIKEY WAYMICKEY WAYS QUOTES8 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
"There's less violence in the world when people are using Hula-Hoops."
"I'm the spiritual advisor of the band."
"This band is metal in that we have a lot of metal in our instruments, and there's quite a lot of metal on my belt buckle as well."
"Yeah, I'm kind of upset that I'm going to die tomorrow." (On the "Ghost of You" video)
"We always had a vision but we weren't sure if it would translate of just come off as Pretentious." (On starting the band)
"We all have very humble backgrounds and very geeky interests."
"I could eat my body weight in sushi."
"Ashlee Simpson told me she had our CD."
"Yeah, I had a headache, really bad. I was in a gas station and there was a pot of coffee and I looked at it for about a minute and then my brother (motions at Gerard) got a coffee and he taunted me."
"We're really greedy about the electricity in our iPods. We hoard it. We're like, 'Yo, I'm only on half a fuck battery and I have a plane ride!'"
"I like Popsicles."
Frank: "Has go
Cancer Story.This girl had cancer, and a boy friend who was always there for herCancer Story.5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Both hard for the both of them,
they spent there last day talking.
"Turn away, if you could get me a drink of water cause my lips are chapped and faded?" she asked turning her head away from him slightly.
He came back in a short minute, his red eyes puffy from crying still. she took a sip and whispered to him "Call my aunt Marie? Help her gather all my things... and bury me in all my favorite colors."
He sucked in a breath of short wispy air. The last of her words bringing tears into his eyes once more.
The girls voice sounded cracked and strained. He hurt to even hear her talk.
"My sisters and my brothers still.." he trailed of, not saying that they have not said goodbye to her yet, just wanting to stay by her side desperately.
Always - RayrardI've been here before a few timesAlways - Rayrard4 years ago in Romance More Like This
And I'm quite aware we're dying
And your hands they shake with goodbyes
And I'll take you back if you'd have me
Ray's head leaned against the smooth hotel room wall, his hands placed on the cream, patterned wallpaper as a sigh escaped over his lips. He squeezed his eyes tight shut, trying to forget everything trying to forget yet another fight with Gerard.
He knew it had been coming; that big fight that would probably put their entire relationship at stake. Something not important, something so insignificant they'd probably laugh about it in ten year's time
However, Ray couldn't wait for ten years to get over this. He wanted to get over it now. Already, he was missing Gerard and the man he had fought with was not ten feet away in the hotel room next to his, probably fuming and throwing things around in a rage, probably drinking.
He was clean he's stressed now, maybe he'll break.
Ray refused to believe it, but the
WITH THOSE WORDS -FTM-Once when she was little, she saw a boy in her own face. She saw him when she stared in the mirror, when she gazed deep into her eyes. She knew he was there, but she didn't know how or why. Every time she saw him, he was always so happy. She thought he was even a more attractive person than she was. She often wondered if anyone else could see him when they looked into her eyes. She was afraid people would find her strange if she asked and they couldn't see him, but she wondered if maybe somebody had someone else living inside their eyes too. She told her parents about this boy who was living in her. Her mother told her it was impossible. Her father said it could never happen. This confused her. She was sure he was there, she knew it! Her parents told her not to tell anyone else about it and to keep it to herself, so people wouldn't think she was crazy. She was sad, but kept it to herself for many years. When she was in junior high school, she kept quiet. She didn't speak of the boy thaWITH THOSE WORDS -FTM-5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Black Pariah _Chapter Nine_Black Pariah _Chapter Nine_5 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'
Skittles "So, an example of a survey would be if I asked you if you preferred Skittles or M&Ms, then you'd--"Skittles4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Skittles!" A short boy in the back row shouted, ferociously waving his hand over his head, nearly falling out of his chair.
"What was that Mr. Iero?"
The boy rolled his eyes, feeling that his teacher's question was silly, "I said Skittles. Everybody knows Skittles are better."
"Frank, the question was rhetorical. I didn't want an answer. Anyway--"
"But there isn't really a question, 'cuz everybody likes Skittles better!" Frank stood by his first answer, feeling quite confident that everyone was on his side, as most seven-year-olds are when they strongly believe in something.
The elder teacher rubbed her temples, "Well that's your opinion. Now I'd--"
"But my opinion's the right 'pinion isn't it?"
"An opinion isn't something you can get right or wrong, it's whatever you think."
Gerard Way QuotesQUOTES BY GERARD WAYGerard Way Quotes8 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
"If you don't go to high school you will definitely go to jail."
'I know the minute I touch a drink again is the minute I lose everything I've got.'
'Being blonde served a purpose but after a while I started to feel less and less like myself.'
"I'd rather be a creature of the night than an old dude."
"So many people treat you like you're a kid so you might as well act like one and throw your television out of the hotel window."
"Be Yourself, Don't take anyone's shit and never let them take you alive..."
"So how was Christmas for you guys? Did you all get lots of nice black t-shirts?"
"If you're gonna buy me a present, don't spend more than twenty five bucks, you'll get a blowjob anyway."
"Surrounding myself with fans makes me feel like I'm not going through it alone."
"The Devil got landed with a shitty job, he has to deal with assholes everyday, he's probably bored as hell."
"When I was writing it, I was remembering how hard it was to be a 16-year-old in high scho
Mother.......A simple question, simple wordsMother.......9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You made me fall inside and outwards
-when you blew it out of proportion
my love for you is like an extortion
…ever since I was little, you made me feel-
You made me feel raw emotions, ever so real.
I only wish I could show you, mother
How you make me feel like no other.
You make me feel abandoned, useless-
Like I should remain actionless,
-Like I'm unimportant to you anymore-
You make my love feel like a chore.
I always try, I really do…
…To speak any words I have for you
But you shut me down, make me feel like shit
…make me feel like I want to end it
I know these are things you grew up on-
-But I feel like I will soon be gone
…forever from your life, no words to be shared
…because you made me feel like you never cared.
Because you have showed me these things, I have tried…
…tried to never be like you, to save my pride
…I find we are no longer in tune because of this
I forgot happiness, I forgot bliss
You, mother, I have found, are one of the reasons…
FRERARD. Chapter 13FRERARD. Chapter 135 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
As soon as I arrived home Mikey started firing questions at me. To be truthful I couldn't be bothered talking to him; all tonight's events had been so crazy... Crazy relating to the kiss with Frank. Was it real? Yes- Hell yes it happened...but still I couldn't focus on my own happiness I felt so sorry for Alex. For Toby. For her life. After eventually shrugging Mikey off with a lie, I headed down to my room, passing out on my bed. I honestly didn't realise how tired I was until the next morning.
The sun glistened through my small window above my desk, Mom was singing in the kitchen. Was she whistling or singing? Both- It was Gypsy Rover, one of her old favourites; just like most days Dad was in work again. I felt like a lifeless bundle off cells, lolling against my crisp white sheets. Sleep deprivation started to settle in, fighting against Mikey's voice that shouted down to me. Sticking like pins in a pin cushion against my ears.
"Gee! Get up! It's almost eight!"
"Ah. Fuck." I shouted
Frerard- Change- Chp. 1Frerard- Change- Chp. 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"That Watermelon Smile"
There was a crowd of about seven people when I got myself to my locker the next morning, why my locker? In the crowd were a couple of girls and boys who find amusement in torturing me; my gut tightened. I claimed my dignity, and walked with my head up, straight for my locker. A couple people were snickering while a couple just sat there, staring in the direction on my locker which I couldn't seem to see myself due to the mass crowd. I peeked my head over when I got closer, and seen what they had been there for. There was a too familiar word spray painted in red on my locker; "FAG".
My Time of SorrowThe music played softly against the murmur of conversations in the old small bar. The beer was cold against my hand. I stared at the glass as I listened to the conversations around me. "Did you see what she was wearing with him?" "From what I heard he's cheating on her." "Poor fellow never saw that punch coming his way." "My Aunt Melissa is coming into town soon. I can't wait." "Gerard." Hearing my named snapped me out of listening to what didn't concern me. "What?" I asked looking around for who said my name. It was the bar tender, Mark. "Hey man, you okay? You look pissed as hell," he asked me calmly. I looked at him coldly. "Everything's fine," I muttered. "You sure? Bar tenders are great listeners," he pushed. I sighed heavily. "I really am fine," I answered quietly. "Okay, okay. I'll leave you to your drink." He walked off to help a customer down the bar.My Time of Sorrow4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I didn't mean to come off as an asshole it was just that I didn't come here to socialize with anyone. I came here in memory of
Fruitcake.Fruitcake.4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"On the first day of Christmas, I got a Gerarrrrd," trilled Frank, wrapping his hands around my waist and resting his head on my shoulder. I rolled my eyes and sipped my delicious coffee, letting the life-giving liquid slip down my throat and relishing its warmth.
"On the second day of Christmas, Santa Claus gave to me, two pretty kitties, and one beaut-i-fuul Gerard!" As if sensing that he was singing about them, our two cats, Pumpkin and Boo, began to twine around my legs, purring at the volume of a helicopter.
I snorted and turned my head a little so I was facing him. "That's not how the song goes, you know," I informed him.
He smiled and replied, unperturbed, "On the third day of Christmas, Santa Claus gave to me, three tasty fruitcakes, two pretty kitties, and one beaut-i-fuul Gerard!"
I wrinkled my nose. "Fruitcakes? What the fuck? Since when have those been tasty?" Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Boo wrinkle her little pink nose, too. Not surprising. Nobody likes fruitcakes.
BANGBANG5 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 Ten_Black Pariah _Chapter Ten_5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Gerard hung up the phone and stared at it. Now what?
He felt his pocket to make sure the fold of bills and small coins were still there, he hadn't checked in his headlong flight to find the nearest phone.
He turned and made his way to the greasy bar and hoisted himself up onto the stained red plush barstool.
"Bottle of bud and a JD " he told the indifferent bartender,sliding two folded bills across the bar,and tucking the rest of the meagre fold back into his jeans pocket.
May as well wait, see if he phones.
Frank was frantic, he felt like he was going crazy with anger, worry, frustration and grief - all underscored by guilt.
why the hell hadn't they heard from him by now?
Why hadn't anyone found him? -he and the guys had had everyone they knew keeping an eye open for Gerard and all this time nothing.
Then, just when he began to believe as the others did, that he was dead after all, right out the blue - a phone call, from some bar in a city he couldn't
FRERARD. Chapter 9FRERARD. Chapter 95 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Alex reappeared, tugging an oversized Anthrax shirt over her black tights, she held a bundle of clothes and handed them to me and Frank.
"If you want, you can have a shower, you'll have to use the one in my room though," her short, chin length hair was now tied back; the remaining strands that wouldn't bundle into a bobble wispily flew around her eyes. She gave me a light smile, dropping her gaze as Frank handed her a can of Coke.
"I knew you wanted to get me naked, just knew it Alex." She gave him a rough shove, almost knocking him off the stool, making him laugh harder. I unwound the t-shirt she'd handed to me, it was a Misfits shirt. She is amazing. What? Stop it! Stop it now...
"And the skinnies are Frank's," Frank's grin grew wider, I also blew at wavering black strands just like her.
"Keeping some sort of souvenir. As always," he said, accompanying his smooth words with a sexy, but teasing wink. I studied her features scarcely, un-moving, un-giving; she was playing hard to get. W
Frerard-The Way You Look At MeFrerard-The Way You Look At Me5 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.
Anytime You Want Ch8Anytime You Want Ch85 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Holding a serene Frankie tight in his arms, Gerard watched the sky darken as the hours passed. The warm skin of his bare chest and that of Frank's boney back clung to each other much like the two boys did. Gerard traced light fingers over Frankie's face as he inhaled and exhaled in a soothing, gentle pattern. He watched with adoring eyes as his small, fragile lover nuzzled into him, smiling brightly, lighting up the entire room. He thought of the past hours he had spent with Frank. He thought of the millions more there would be. Gerard knew, in that moment, with the love of his life cleaving to him, that he had found his future, his forever. Gerard couldn't love the boy in his arms anymore, but he wanted to try.
"What are you thinking about Frankie?" Gerard mumbled shyly, words choked out in a horse voice thank to the hours of silence that had engulfed them.
"I don't know Gee." Frank whispered in reply while he let his small fingers delicately graze over Gerard's arm that was
Black Pariah _Chapter Seven_Black Pariah _Chapter Seven_5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Gerard woke on the battered old couch. He felt maudlin and stiff as he swung his lean body around and dropped his long legs to the floor. He pulled the ashtray that sat on the table closer and lit up. He took a deep drag as he scrubbed his palm across his eyes and up into his hair, all while still dwelling on that car journey to some rehab clinic with Frankie.
He wondered what would have happened if he had made it as far as that clinic. Would he still be here? In this place? At this time? Probably he thought to himself bitterly. After all of his successes, friendships and grandiose schemes, he still ended up a drunk living in shit and sucking the life out of everyone around him with the creeping darkness that had held his soul prisoner for so long.
He went to the small damp, musty smelling tiled bathroom out on the landing which he shared with the unknown occupants of the other two bedsits on his level. He ran the tap until the rust stained water began to resem
And So Said the WindSaid the sighing wind,And So Said the Wind5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I will tell you tales of marvelous kings,
and splendid queens of sultry power,
If you will only listen.
Said I to the sighing wind,
What need do I have, to listen to such
Useless tales of excess and greed?
And so, did the wind blow unheeded past my ears.
Said the whispering wind,
I will tell you tales of glorious battles past,
and great warriors whom fate punished cruelly,
If you will only listen.
Said I to the whispering wind,
What need do I have, to listen to such
Useless tales of misery and misfortune?
And so, did the wind blow unheeded past my ears.
Said the murmuring wind,
I will tell you tales of great famines,
and countries of drought and hunger,
If you will only listen.
Said I to the murmuring wind,
What need do I have, to listen to such
Useless tales of pain and starvation?
And so, did the wind blow unheeded past my ears.
Said the muttering wind,
I will tell you tales of deceitful coups,
and the uprisings of people against their t