QuestionsQuestions-Ryden Standalone (One-shot)Questions7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Beware: Band Slash!
A rhythmic tapping was the only thing that seemed to keep Ryan awake during philosophy class. His own slender fingers banging down on the oak wood of the old furnished desks drowned out the droning professor ranting about life. Sometimes he wondered why he had taken such a class, at one point he might have been desperate to find the meaning of life but some old haggard surely wasnt going to know the answer as to why we were put on Earth.
Mr. Lunsy, do you believe in faith? A chalky, egotistic boy in the back of the room yelled. Ryan took notice that his college professor who seemed to constantly brag about being the wisest man alive, hesitated.
Why, thats preposterous boy! This world is strictly a matter of scientific belief, if faith existed wed have answers.
The professor went back to droning and the enthusiastic boy took a seat, his smile faltering. Ryan went back to zoning
youcanbreathnowJune 4th, 2005youcanbreathnow7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He was late, again, but I didn’t mind. He was always off in his own world, and it was something I understood. I didn’t care that I was standing in a growing puddle that the hem of my jeans was soaking up. I didn’t mind that my hair was matted to my face and my clothes were clinging to my skin, heavy with rain water. It had been cold at first, but the longer I stood in the torrential downpour, the more used to it I became. It didn’t take all that long for my shivering to cease.
He’s always been late to things his whole life, unless there was someone to manage time for him. Sometimes I wondered if time even meant anything to him, if he ever noticed it passing by, or if it was just a minor inconvenience that he’d rather pay no mind to. That’s just how he was, focused on his goals and little else. Eating, sleeping, even bathing were things that if I wasn’t there, he would avoid them because they hindered his processes and inter
PAtD - UntitledNo matter how much Ryan Ross tries to ignore it, it's not like he doesn't know what the fans think. Teenage girls who, for some reason, have this strange want to see him and Brendon together. He doesn't get it. Why does that excite them? How would that make them happy? Just, what the hell?PAtD - Untitled8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
And yeah, he's thought about it from time to time, tried to understand what is going through their fans' heads with this whole pornfiction thing. But most of the time, he just tries to go on and forget it even ever came up in the first place. It's not important, right? They can have their fantasies, whatever.
In Munich, Brendon falls to the stage in mock exhaustion, but his high from the stage lights and adrenaline won't let him stop tapping his foot to the beat. He beckons Ryan to come over to him, for what, he doesn't know. He just wants to hear the fans scream some more, and Ryan knows that, so, in a stroke of spontaneity, he sits on top of Brendon, strad
A Reluctant Slave - 80A Reluctant Slave - 804 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"You know I do not believe you realise how lucky you are."
It was the next day and Lucy found herself in the presence of Gregori, alone in one of the main social rooms. It was designed to look like Iann, with paintings of sunlight and meadows for the vampires to enjoy the false sun that the chandelier acted as. However there was red contrasting with the beautiful colours; the ground was almost littered in dead humans.
"Are you even listening to me?"
Lucy blinked but focused back on the other vampire. She had drifted off when he had started to talk about how wonderful her life was for the third time. Although the vampire appeared to be mostly harmless she knew that it was far from the case as she studied his deep, brown tinted crimson eyes, "I was just admiring the...décor." Gregori's eyes flashed around them, taking in their surroundings as he lazily reclined against one of the sofas. He gave a fanged smirk.
"I sense sarcasm in your voice and I thought you would admire this futuri
Laughing Blind: PrologueLaughing Blind: Prologue6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Prologue: See No Evil
All the girl could hear was the pounding of her heart and the rapid tapping of her feet on the pavement. Her long brown, wavy hair flew behind her as she fled. With every step she took, her head throbbed so painfully that she almost lost consciousness. She tried to ignore the spasms, but in vain. All at the same time, she was frightened, in pain, and too tired to continue. But the girl knew she couldn't stop. Not with the certainty of a brutal death following close behind her.
So she kept on running. Right, left, dead end, back track, left again. The girl looked over her shoulder and saw the mob vermin bearing down on her like they were chasing a prize. Though they were not in the best of shape, they were still catching up, fast. And the labyrinth of alleyways did nothing to help her current situation. They were endless and merciless. There seemed to be no way out. I
Black AngelIt is darkBlack Angel5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
In heaven is no Light
Death angels are flying around the world
My heart is so black
blood is flowing every where
I can see
There is no hope
That anyone can hear
I am screamin'
I can't decide
What I have to do
Why is it so dificult
Pain is filling my eyes
I can not feel any love
It is so cold around me now
Black feathers are fallin'
On the ground
Hate is flowin'in my vains
I can't decide
What I have to do
Why is it so dificult
Can you not see
I want to die
I can not do this anymore
But I am undeath
I have to live forever
But there is one way
You can stop me
One way to stop my pain
One way to wrake all the death ones
I have killed
Please, kill me, please
If you do not
I can not do it by my self
Only to stop the pain
And the hate
And the tears
Please stop me
Please kill me, cause
I can't decide
What I have to do
Why is it so dificult
I can't decide
What I have to do
I want to die...
Fairy Tale - Chapter3: GoldilocksFairy TaleFairy Tale - Chapter3: Goldilocks3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The unlikely band had only walked a short distance down the darkening road before coming up on a third little hut; this one made of bricks. Like the first two, it seemed rather poorly constructed. Each brick, instead of being laid with care and cemented in place, was haphazardly stacked. Matthew thought it looked rather like a set of building blocks he'd had when he was younger. They'd been a gift from his father. As a boy, he'd spent hours constructing towers and knocking them down. From the looks of it, this hut was probably just as easily toppled over as his old toy.
"Our other brother lives there in that house," supplied the brown-tufted pig as they passed the makeshift drive or scraped earth. "He's the eldest of the three of us."
"S-s-suppose we should stop i-in and t-tell him where we're going?" The runty pig chewed at the end of his hooves.
"If he's safe and sound we shouldn't bother him. He'll only get upset if he knows we're-"
Last Chances, Heart BreakerAutumn;Last Chances, Heart Breaker7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
When he wakes up, everything is dark. After a few minutes, things start coming into view, blurry. He can hear a rapid rush as air moves in ragged, heavy breaths into his lungs. As his senses slowly return, he can feel that hes laying half on concrete, and half on something hard, yet unsteady. He can smell garbage, mixed with the left-over scent of stale alcohol and cigarettes. Then, suddenly, everything hurts.
He almost cries out, but his throat is dry, and produces no sound. He curls in on himself, but that doesnt help, just makes the pain worse. Blackness swirls in front of his eyes again, but he takes a few deep breaths, and manages to stumble to his feet. He still has his cell phone, wallet, and money. Grabbing a cab crosses his mind, but at this hour, it would be faster to walk.
His legs almost give out on him when he starts walking, but he balances against a wall, and doesnt go down. He ends up limping most of the way. He wasnt far to begin
Prom Night 'Ryden' Ch. 11CH. 11 Prom Night 'Ryden'Prom Night 'Ryden' Ch. 117 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
BEWARE: Band slash. Don't like it? Then please don't read!
Brendon tangled his fingers with Ryans brown locks of hair. He noticed his shirt was a bit damp where Ryan had been snuggled, he couldnt help but feel a little bad for Ryan, he didnt deserve the life he had. Brendon carefully inspected Ryans angelic figure while he slept, the sunlight coming from the window hit him perfectly, as if a halo was placed directly upon his head. Not wanting to wake him up, Brendon carefully reached for the nightstand next to his bed, and grabbed his cell phone which read a time that suggested he was 2 hours late to school. Instead of taking notice of this, or even caring, he just snuggled closer to Ryan, his arms still tightly wrapped around him. They had slept in an embrace.
Brendon? The voice startled him; he was lost in Ryans perfection that he wouldnt have realized he said anything if it wasnt for the fact that
Cold PulseA cautious fear inside your throatCold Pulse6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Slowly pushing you back
Just barely in your hand
Feeling the warmth on cold fingertips
But your hands you cannot see
Eyes hindered by a growing darkness
It creeps, it teems
It bursts from your shaking hand
The warmth is fading
Iciness hurts circulation
The cold shadows
Continue to pierce bitterly
From the air
That holds your outstretched limb
The warmth disappears
All that's left is emptiness
This chilling feeling
Refuses to stop
A distant pulse
Slowly fades to
A haunting horizon
Until there's nothing left
EgomaniacDear EgomaniacEgomaniac6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You consider yourself superior to all those that surround you
Your undeserved ego rises beyond any possibility of calculation
You feed your pride by demeaning others
To tear them down with your spitefulness
Is psychological masturbation for you.
You claim to possess intelligence
But let me tell you something
Memorising a textbook and then vocalising information
Does not make you intelligent
It only shows your lack of knowledge on all that is truly significant
Quoting facts that were not discovered by yourself
Shows that you can only utilise other peoples knowledge
Not your own.
True wisdom comes from real life experiences
And what you learn from them
A book will never teach you
What life teaches you
No person can ever teach you
What you learn for yourself
You can only learn from what you witness with own your eyes
All else is passed-on information.
That voice you so passionately use
To convey your intelligence
To prove your superiority
Promises"Promises are like babies; Easy to make, hard to deliver."Promises7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The porch light shines,
Colouring us in a yellowish hue.
"Tomorrow," you promise.
"Tomorrow, I will love you."
The falling rain glistens
In your damp hair.
"Tomorrow," you promise.
"Tomorrow, I'll be there."
The bike kicks up dust
From the dirt track.
"Tomorrow," you promise.
"Tomorrow, I'll be back."
The tears fill my eyes,
Clouding you from view.
"Tomorrow," I promise.
"Tomorrow, I'll believe you."
Prom Night 'Ryden' Ch. 13Prom Night Ryden Ch. 13Prom Night 'Ryden' Ch. 137 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Beware: Band Slash!!! Dont like it? Please dont read then!!
Come on Bren, Ryan tugged at Brendons hand as he led him out of the school; this detention gave them some new respect for Ms. Cancel.
Ryan, are you okay? Ryan stopped dead in his tracks and gave Brendon an intimidating glare.
Am, I okay?! Brendon, Im not the one who refuses to open up to his boyfriend! As soon as the words left Ryans mouth, he knew he regretted them. Brendon looked hurt, and Ryan knew he shouldnt have yelled at him for something pointless. It felt a little awkward to call him his boyfriend, but that was the only pleasant thing at the moment.
Im sorry , Brendon managed to mumble, unlinking his hand with Ryans and staring down at his feet. He was taking extra notice of the grass.
No, Brendon, I am. Sorry I yelled, sorry that I cant help you feel better. Im jus
Orange is square.She is sad.Orange is square.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And something else
you can't put your finger on.
doesn't stop you
and over again.
your way around her.
But she won't let
you in. Not yet.
-Tears And Kisses--Tears And Kisses-11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I try so hard to keep breathing,
The gun in my hand looks so good.
It's as though life lost its meaning,
But in my mind I keep seeing you.
I fall on my knees and I keep begging please,
Why won't life just go away?
Still I lay down each evening and shake off the feeling,
Knowing I'm lying with you.
You are my world,
You are my life,
Without you there is no light.
I need you to live,
I need you to breathe,
Without you there is no me.
And so the gun falls,
Kisses felt, tears roll.
Your voice softly calls,
"I love you" and that's all I need to know.
Dr. Tenma's DiaryDear Diary...Dr. Tenma's Diary5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Today was one of the worst days of my life, if not the worst. It hurts just writing about it, but Hoshie told me it would help me feel better.
Tobio was killed in a car accident today.
I know it's my fault. I know I should have called off work today, and gone to the amusement park with him. If I had, none of this would have happened, and he would still be alive!
When I got that call, I was devastated. It didn't help that when I got to the scene, Jumpu was sniffing his hat and whining. I sat by his bed at the hospital and prayed, right until the very end.
As a man of science, I know there is no way to bring Tobio back. However, it was my son's dying wish to have me make a replacement for him.
Tobio, I am determined to grant that wish.
Story for a penny in a canStory for a penny in a can7 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
I'd always known there was something wrong with that house. One time, walking to the downtown mall- school, I mean- I saw that overstuffed Halloween decoration, sitting on the porch. Real cats aren't supposed to get that big, na'mean? That thing could've swallowed a poodle and then picked its teeth with beagle bones. Threw a can at it and it just meowed and washed its chest.
Then the birds: every Friday, they'd bunch together on the power lines. Sure, no biggie there; birds gotta roost and get warm, all fluffed up in line, tweeting. Except -
Not crows. Full fledged, "Morrigan-is-going-to-get-you-if-the-witches-don't" ravens all sitting on a single line. No surprise power went out in our neighborhood every couple months. Never seen a fried bird though.
Between black cats, cracked glass, flickering lights at home, the city calling the dump 'historical', and the birds watching, it was kinda weird no one had this idea before. Group of kids see a big old ratty creepy house, f
Through the Blue-Green HazeI am always looking up. One arm is raised in an arc above my head and the other rests in a half circle down by my hips. My face is fixed in an expression of grace and a hint of pride. Straight hair falls around my shoulders and tiny sea creatures are carved onto its surface. My hips flow into the shapeless form of an elegant evening dress, replacing what could have been my legs.Through the Blue-Green Haze7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Colourful fish swim to and fro, startled by sudden movement and sound. They shimmer in the sun's light, casting tiny dancing patterns across the ocean. When they swim above my head all I can see are shadows. Dancing, twisting, turning shadows that play in this cool curtain of water.
Boats of all sorts float by, keeping the sun's rays from touching my skin. I see massive cargo ships that pass by in a cacophony of sound. I see sail boats that float by carried by a breeze. I see fishing trolleys with their hanging nets casting criss-cross shadows across the ocean floor. I see all this because I am always looking u
Horse and RiderThe speed, the energy, the power inside,Horse and Rider10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In this position I feel so alive.
Feeling like I am on top of the world
Its up here the place that I adore.
Two beings united into one.
Fitting so perfectly out under the sun
Riding away through the hills
Doing nothing but following our own will
Searching for answers we'll never find
But being together we'll be just fine
We put our trust in each other
She is my most trusted partner
Though she knows no words to speak
I can still go to her and seek
The answers within her brown eyes
For I know she'll never lie
Because their is no bond stronger
Than the one between horse and rider.
Lesson one - Cazilu .:UPDATE:.Nihongo - Lesson OneLesson one - Cazilu .:UPDATE:.7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
This is just a little lesson on the basics of nihongo (Japanese), by Cazilu. If you like them, tell me, I work hard on these! Before we start learning some words, get a notebook, and dedicate it especially to your
Japanese learning. I tell everyone this, but it really does help to have a notebook. I really dont mind if you copy this lesson and print it off, but
sometimes writing things down by hand can help it stick in, so feel free to do both. Also, just reading what I wrote can get a bit tedious. ^^
Okies, so there are four ways to write Japanese: Hiragana; Katana; Kanji, and Romaji. Hiragana is the standard writing system that Japanese words are
written in, Katana is the writing system exclusively for foreign words according to how the Japanese would say then, and Kanji is the system of one character
per word that was imported from China quite a bit back. Youll often see hiragana an
and I understand.picking bones long gone,and I understand.7 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
you're chewing on the sinews
of bad memories.
you try to change them,
but everything falls apart;
bodies around you.
as you walk, your flesh
falls off your bones in patches,
hits the ground, and steams.
you're such a monster
and you think you're the worst thing
in this lonely world.
but you're not alone;
even though the carnage rots,
sometimes blood is sweet.
kitestrings.you confessed that when you were little you would pull apart monarch butterflies because they were much too beautiful--kitestrings.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so beautiful that they made you feel uneasy.
(you always did call me the most beautiful thing you'd ever known.)
it's almost december now, and the only reason i wish you were here is so you could make snow angels and i could rip off their wings.
you wanted a kite for your birthday, so i got you one that was shaped like a bat and we took it to the beach, watched it crash into the surf over and over until it was bent and broken. i rescued it from the tide and surfaced dripping saltwater -- you told me i looked like the goddess of sailors lost at sea.
after that day you put the kite in the back of your closet and forgot about it, but immediately began talking about getting a new one.
that could fly higher.
i sometimes tell myself that we were never meant to be because i was stuck in the ocean watching people drown while you were hanging from