Story Pimping Thread

Title: His Words
Story Type: Fanfiction
Rating: R
Genre: Romance/Tragedy
Status: Completed
Summary: Words made sense to Craig.
Excerpt: Their words twined around them and swept up a storm above their heads as they moved together, creating something perfect and something that would destroy.

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Title: Here Without You /////// Linkage
Story Type: Original Fiction
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Teen, Romance
Status: Ongoing.
Summary: You never really leave a place or person you love, part of them you take with you, leaving a part of yourself behind.
Excerpt: Cold metal streetlights gave out a dull amber glow, attempting to brighten the dark streets of London. A cluster of buildings stood prominent from the languid scenery, each one bearing a bright neon sign. The sounds of the busy evening traffic were barely audible- the normal bustle of everyday life replaced with loud, repeated bass notes being thrown from the darkened nightclub's doors. Places like these seemed to attract the younger generation of the Capital; the young women glamorising themselves profusely in order to get a date, the men trying to 'look cool and mysterious' to get the most phone numbers.

Tonight was different though. No extravagant clothes or make-up, no trying to achieve a high rank in popularity. Tonight was the night where the adolescents mourned- instead of drinking until they forgot who they were, or what they had done. Now, they paid their respects. A group of them sat, unmoving, on the second floor balcony, looking over the crowded dance-floor. Sweat dripped from the care-free faces of those who had not suffered, of those who could still laugh, talk about nothing, love. The group on the second floor were not like these people anymore. She had gone- leaving a hole of depression and longing within the group. Leaving a space yet to be filled.

Title: Imagination
Story Type: Original
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Sci-fi, Drama, slight romance.
Status: Active
Summary: Dahlia is known for her lies, a trait which has followed her all her life. As a result she secludes herself from the world, living with her secretive family. When a man going by the name of Sebastian Dalburn escapes into her garden Dahlia can't help but be intrigued by the mystery that surrounds him. But when he doesn't want her to tell anyone of his existence it becomes apparent that he's involved in a society that Dahlia has never known, a secret life that she's about to get flung into. No one will believe you when you're friends with a man who everyone believes is dead, not unless you're the company that was hired to kill him. Secrets always come back to haunt you, even when they're dead and buried.

Excerpt: Dahlia's searching eyes reached out to the flurrying men and women, too busy in their daily lives to notice her pleading gaze. Lucien's iron grip tightened across her arm as he forced her forward, ensuring that she would not let out a cry with the force he exalted. Dahlia wanted to shout out to the people passing her, they were colleagues of Lucien, clearly undermining Dahlia with the mere knowledge that she was in their presence but would do nothing to help her. Lucien led her towards an interrogation room, one which he had visited frequently with people just like Dahlia, except less compliant. Opening the door with ease he pushed her towards the chair that was designated for the victims of the investigation.

It took a moment for Dahlia to compose herself, her good arm reaching out to comfort her injured one unconsciously. She breathed in deeply, holding back the tears that were fighting their way out of her eyes and looked up at the seat in front of her harshly. Lucien was not sitting in front of her, like she had thought, instead he stood behind her, watching her every move like a hawk. Rather than the man she had been expecting Dahlia was welcomed by the sight of her father, watching her disappointedly, as if she had been a present he had hoped for but didn't receive. Dahlia's heart froze in her chest and she felt herself whimper at the sight of him, she would be able to appeal to him, surely he would see reason?

Jonathan Talbot gazed at his only daughter in what could only be described as malcontent, he had not wanted things to result this way. He was ashamed to be sitting in front of the shaking girl, she had betrayed him, taken his trust and stamped on it right in front of his eyes. No, she could not be given any mercy, not with what she had made him go through. Sebastian Dalburn had been a clear-cut case, until evidence seemed to suggest that he had in fact not been killed. After all, what logic is there in an agent being sent out and completing his job, but not bringing back word? Yes, there was the possibility that Dalburn was alive and his revolutionary acts could not be tolerated once more, especially not for the employers that were hanging on Jonathan's shoulder.

Title: Find Your Own Way (Back Home)
Story Type: fanfiction
Fandom: Panic! at the Disco/The Young Veins
Rating: PG-13
Genre: drama
Status: one-shot, completed

Summary: When a band breaks up they always, always blame it on creative differences, and no one ever believes them. This stance is mostly justified because usually ‘creative differences’ is just a feeble excuse to hide some big scandal, like the guitarist’s girlfriend having an affair with the singer, or the guitarist having an affair with the singer, or some big huge row that tears the band into tiny, irreparable pieces.

It’s not like that for them. There’s no juicy scandal, no secret affair, no awful row. Just somewhere down the line, Panic(!) splitting right down the middle without Spencer ever even noticing.

Excerpt: “It’s not because I-”

“I know.”

“We just think, me and Jon, that-”

“I know.”

“We just don’t want the same things as you any more, that’s all,” Ryan says, awkward hands fiddling with the scarf twined so tightly round his neck that he'll choke himself if he tugs it any closer to his throat.

And Spencer should say “I know,” and smile and tell him it’s fine, really, it’s fine, but the words are stuck in his throat and the blank expression is frozen on his face and he just can’t.

Because it’s true. They don’t want the same things any more.

(Somehow, that realisation hurts one hell of a lot more than a juicy scandal or a secret affair or an awful row ever could. Spencer almost wishes it was like that, because at least then he could get angry, at least then he could start yelling, at least then he could justify the abject betrayal curling low in his gut that he just doesn’t know what to do with.)

Title: You Writer, You Liar.
Rating: PG-13.
Type: Oneshot, standalone.
Word Count: ~2500.
Pairing: Ryden.
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Summary:
Ryan just sees words. Words, everywhere. And Brendon sees chaos, his boyfriend desperately grasping at straws.

Excerpt:

Ryan sits up, yawning, giving Brendon a weak smile that he doesn't quite feel. "Can we smoke first?"

The younger boy frowns. "Yeah, like, going to see your shrink stoned probably isn't going to help."

"Leave me like a lucky clover."

Brendon pushes himself off the bed, eyes narrowed somewhat, but really just looking like a scared child. "I told you to quit doing that! It freaks me out, okay?" He sighs as Ryan's face falls, raking his hands through his hair. "I just . . . yeah, I'll go . . . breakfast or something. Coffee's in the pot."

He leaves the room and Ryan pulls his legs up to his chest, chin resting on his knees. He can't help the lines. They just come out now. Like reverse writer's block. He's got too much in him to write down now, so it just forces it's way out of him somehow. He only dreams in lyrics anymore. He's not sure where the words come from, but they're ever-present now, hanging over his head like icicles or tree branches, just out of grasp until a wind comes through and knocks them loose.

(Accidentally put this in the reccing thread...whoops, it's been a long time!)
Title: Breathing Has Got Too Hard
Author: Me, Ben Bruce :)
Story Type: Fan Fiction. Ben Bruce from Asking Alexandria Fan fic to be exact. Some of the other band members will come into it later
Rating: R
Genre: Drama, Romance, Teen
Status: Active. Chapter one is up.
Summary:
It's 2008, and Ben Bruce is 18 years old and living with his widowed mother in York, England. He began to crack under the pressures of life when his father was killed in Iraq when he was 16, which along with many other incidents set the scene for a downward spiral full of crippling clinical depression, 3 suicide attempts and a body full of fading scars.

Soon after his 3rd suicide attempt, he begins to seek help and comfort in the form of the internet, which changes his life forever...

Excerpt:
I sat with my arms crossed over my chest staring up at the redheaded nurse who had relentlessly patronised me since I‘d woken from the coma. Just because I wanted to die didn’t mean I was retarded.

I just nodded at her, then averted my eyes to the floor, where I couldn’t see anybody’s concerned expressions. I couldn’t stand it. I felt like a failure, not a sympathy case or a victim. I couldn’t even kill myself properly. What kind of weak fuck can’t kill themselves? You’d think after a 3rd attempt you’d finally put yourself out of your endless misery, but apparently not.

Title: 280 Days
Story Type: Original Fiction
Rating: R
Genre: Drama, Romance, Teacher/Student
Status: Active, Chapter 5 is up.
Summary:

once he had been given rusted valentines to hold:
the air around the man holding
the rusted valentines
having no trace of shadings
his rough face made rougher by
the fullness of the sky
the sky full of clouds and clouds
floating like white roses

- excerpt of Nature Mort by James Jarmusch

When Professor Charles McKinley started an affair with one of his students, he worried it might end badly.

He just never thought it'd end up like this.

Excerpt:

It was exactly 7:46 on the evening of January 8th when Charles McKinley’s cell phone rang. He was having dinner at a restaurant in the lower east side of Manhattan, alone at the table in the corner, as usual. He had a gin and tonic along with his salmon fillet and wilted chard.

He was not expecting a phone call.

Especially not a call from her.

Ina Bridley was one of his brightest students. So bright, in fact, that she had graduated a month earlier, finishing up college at NYU exactly six months ahead of schedule. In addition to being bright, she was absolutely beautiful. She was tall, with thick, curved hips and perfect round breasts and long, dark auburn curls. Her eyes were dark, intelligent, always sparkling.

Especially when she looked at him.

Title: The Contenders
Story Type: Original Fiction, chaptered.
Rating: R
Genre: Teen, Drama
Status: Active (sd: 2/27/2011)
Summary: When Margaret's estranged father dies she looks for relief from a destraught grandmother. What she finds gets her dirty looks and worried calls home.

Excerpt:
I tapped the microphone to assure the power had been switched on, sending out an electric screech. The spectators scrunched their eyes and touched their ears. I tipped forward and mumbled a “sorry” into the microphone. Everything about this situation was horrible. I didn’t know these people, with exception of my grandmother. The outfit I wore was not only pleated but made of wool and it itched at my skin. My palms were clammy and I knew my cheeks were giving me away by being flush.

“Margaret,” urged Father Parker.

I cleared my throat and picked a spot on the far wall.

Title: To The Death
Story Type: Fan fiction (A7X)
Rating: R
Genre: Sci-fi, Action, Romance
Status: Active- Chapter 4 posted
Summary: Lennox Park hates her life. She wants to end it, but when her siblings invite her on vacation with them, she decides that maybe all she needs is some relaxation, and looks forward to getting out of town.

Zachary Baker is almost equally displeased with his existence. He derives pleasure only from sex, avoids those who care about him most, and is livid when his band-mates literally drag him out of the house.

Both end up far from home, expecting nothing but misery. At first, it seems their predictions are correct. But things are surprisingly relaxing, and they, along with everyone else, settle into comfort and enjoy the vacation.

At least until people start disappearing.

Excerpt:

Zacky sets off to find his cabin, shaking his alcohol-addled head. It takes him a bit to remember which path leads to the cabins, but at last he discovers the correct way and heads in that direction. He tries to make the walk more enjoyable by attempting to walk in a straight line and bursting into laughter when he can’t. He’s almost in tears when he hears a low moan from somewhere nearby. Something rustles the trees, and he tells himself that it’s probably just Camille; that she’s already found someone else to sleep with. As he reaches the cabins, he hears a few twigs snapping, but ignores it and goes about poking his head in each cabin door to look for his bags.

Five cabins later, he finds his luggage and lets out a loud whoop. He moves farther inside to investigate the lodgings.

As his footsteps proceed toward the back of his cabin, the bushes next to where he’d been standing rustle. There is an anguished sigh. Wind blows through the area, and a piece of decaying skin lands on the ground, its sickly pallor eerily illuminated by the light of the moon.

Title: In the company of a Werewolf: I say its bad luck. He says its fate
Story Type: Original Fiction
Rating: R
Genre: Romance, Fantasy, Action
Status: Active (Start Date: 2/26/2011)
In the company of a Werewolf: I say its bad luck, He says its fate

Summary: All Aubrey (Bree) Stone wanted was to spend her summer away from her troubles. Her request was short lived when her parents sent her to Camp Claremore where she comes into contact with a attractive guy named Jason. Things get even crazier when she finds out that hes a werewolf and that she might just be his forever and always. Determined to not let him succeed Bree tries to keep herself from falling in love with him. Although, Jason will do anything to have her even if it means taking measures to the next level. After all, an Alpha always gets what he wants.

Excerpt:

“Good to see your awake, we have much to talk about.” He said closing the door behind him. I took this time to act as if everything was his fault, perhaps he wouldn’t ask me the real truth about last night if I did this.

“Your right…we do, as a matter of fact can you explain to me why the hell am I inside your room?” I growled angrily. He stared at me blankly before replying.

“I think I’m the one who’s supposed to be asking the questions here…besides shouldn’t you be thanking me for my patriotic act?” He smirked proudly.

“Well that act wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t sneak up behind me last night.” I snapped.

“The way I look at it, you being in there at that hour surely helped me succeed.” He snickered as he noticed me blushing. Damn… he was pretty good; well there was always Plan B.

Title: It's Not Over
Story Type: Original Slash
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance, Drama, Fantasy
Status: Active
Summary:Faith is safe again, and hopefully for good. But it's not over yet.
Excerpt:
I felt numb. I wanted to cry so badly, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t do anything. Faith was situated in my lap, and the feeling of his soft fingers trailing up and down my chest was comforting, but it wasn’t enough. I felt like there was a giant hole in my chest where grandfather used to be. He had always been such a huge part of my life. He was just always there. He was there with mom and dad when I would fall while I was playing as a little kid. He was there when I was learning to read. He was there when to support me when I came out as gay, and he was there to support me when I’d chosen Faith, a mere human, to be my mate. He’d always been there, and now that he wasn’t I didn’t know what to do.

The Nurse
Story Type: original fiction, one-shot.
Rating: G.
Genre: drama.
Excerpt:
Vincent has always had an active imagination, and he imagines everyone, even the lab technicians, looking down their noses at him. Though he hardly recognizes a handful of them, he imagines them looking at his attire, his scrubs and his running shoes, and knowing, instantly, that he’s a nurse. A male nurse. Not driven enough, not smart enough to be come a doctor.

Well, did it ever occur to them that maybe Vincent wanted to become a nurse? But that’s just Vincent’s defiance kicking in. Truthfully, he didn’t. Vincent never wanted to be a nurse, and that only makes it worse.

Title: The Prettiest of Liars.
Bandom: My Chemical Romance/Panic! at the Disco.
Rating: PG-13.
Type: Oneshot, standalone.
Word Count: ~2100.
Pairing: Ryan Ross/Gerard Way.
Author's Note: Written for a contest; inspired by 'Headfirst for Halos'.
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Summary:
Ryan is falling apart in front of his boyfriend's eyes and Gerard isn't sure what to do.

Excerpt:
The back door slid open and Ryan stepped outside, crossing his arms over his chest in defense of the night chill. "Hey," he said softly, walking over and slipping his arms around the older's waist. He pressed his face into Gerard's shoulder.

"Hey." It was a short reply, but Gerard brought his free hand up to clumsily pat Ryan's hair. "Was it a fun party?"

"Not really." The boy sighed, one of his arms leaving Gerard's side to come up and brush the hair off his neck. Ryan pressed his lips against the exposed skin. "I love you. I'm sorry I'm so fucked up."

"We're all fucked up," Gerard mumbled, not sure what else to say, not sure what else he could say.

Ryan nodded. "I know. But I'm not apologizing for them."

Gerard pressed his cigarette to his lips, searching for the words. "You . . . you don't have to apologize, Ryan."

"You're a prettier liar than me," was all the boy said in return. And they stood there, staring at the buildings surrounding them, the windows with their curtains shut. Gerard finished his cigarette and Ryan tried to fight the dull ache that was already starting to press in at his temples.

Title: Life and Limb
Story Type: Fan fiction [Harry Potter-verse, Tom Riddle.]
Rating: R for language and some violence.
Genre: Romance, drama, mystery, teen.
Status: Unfinished but active.

Summary:

When historians in the future are asked at which point in his life this brilliant student decided to become the most feared Dark Wizard of all time, their answer is usually simply, "It started with a girl..."

Excerpt:

"You're not as nice as you look," Tom observed openly.

For some reason, his words made Marie's eyes sting with the beginnings of tears. "So I've been told," she managed to spit out. She quickly turned her head so he wouldn't see how vulnerable she had suddenly become.

Tom stared at her, ever more curious. "By whom?"

"None of your business." The second time she had said that statement in one night.

Tom took another moment or two to watch her as she tried to control her breathing and push down her unwanted tears. He cocked his head to the side slightly before saying to her, "Look, I'm sorry. That was uncalled for."

"Really? What was your first clue – my attitude or my tears?" Marie quipped.

"You can't say you weren't expecting it. You were getting quite snappy too."

"Can we not argue about this? I'm going to bed. See you around…hopefully not for a while."

With that said and her mind clouded over with exhaustion and frustration, Marie whirled and stomped up the stairs to head for her room. Left behind in the common room, Tom stood and watched the space where she had once been standing. He blinked a few times before his lips curled into a smile. To him, Marie didn't seem to be suspicious. He just liked playing around with people.

On his right was a giant statue of Salazar Slytherin, decked out in robes and jewels in all the glory he deserved…to a Slytherin's point of view, anyway. Tom, after a moment's hesitation, smiled at the statue.

He then walked his own path up to the boys' room to sleep.

Title: The Pursuit Of Happiness
Story Type: Fan-fiction
Fandom: Shannon Leto (30 Seconds To Mars)
Rating: R - Restricted
Genre: Romance, Drama, Comedy
Status: Active
Summary: They say that happiness is the consequence of personal effort and Helena Mori, a twenty five year young woman from Europe, is in search of her own pursuit of happiness.
Excerpt:

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They say that happiness is the consequence of personal effort – you strive for it, you pray for it, you even fight for it. But … is happiness something that needs to be achieved? Isn’t happiness a state of mind, a condition?

With all the cravings for it and all the fights arises a question that maybe will never be answered – is it really worth it? This … everything!

God gave us each a soul, a breath of life and all that humanity does is tries to find peace and therefore happiness. We come out of womb; we learn and adjust to the new world around us – out of the comfort of mother’s love. We grow up; feel all different kinds of emotions. We socialize, become one with our significant others. We express ourselves – our jobs, our personal free time, our passions and cravings, our fears and limitations and of course insecurities, and in the end all that remains is the dash between the date of birth and the date of death on our gravestone.

And in the end the answer to the question – "is it all really worth it" becomes answered – it definitely is.

"I'm on the pursuit of happiness and I know everything that shine will not always be gold, but I will be fine once I get it, I will be good!"

Title: After the Bell Rings
Type: original
Rating: R
Genre: Crime, horror, mystery
Summary: Lucy finds out why you shouldn't stay in school after the lessons are over.

Excerpt:

Moving swiftly towards the English corridor, Krista knocked on the first office door she came across - Mr Philips, the old Irish teacher who had moved over three years ago and who was head of the department.

"Strange," Krista mumbled when there was no answer. "The light's on...." Trying the doorknob, she found the door unlocked, and swung it inwards.

She screamed.

Title: How We Knocked the World Off Its Axis in Six Days.
Rating: PG-13.
Type: Oneshot, standalone.
Word Count: ~800.
Pairing: Ryden with Brendon/Sarah, Ryan/Z, and Ryan/Kate.
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Summary:
By the end of the sixth day, Ryan will walk out the door and Brendon will shut it behind him. Nothing will be resolved and everything will be broken.

Excerpt:
Ryan slipped out of Alex's bed after the older boy was asleep, gathering up his clothes and sneaking into the bathroom. When he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, he didn't recognize the boy who had left his boyfriend of four years with hickeys on his neck from the guy he'd been cheating on him with for the past six months.

When he got in his car, he just drove and drove, not wanting to go home, not wanting to be alone. He could call Kate, but he didn't really like her. He could go to Brendon's, but he didn't want to take the chance of seeing a car he didn't recognize in the driveway.

So he drove and drove and ended up calling the last person in the address book of his phone. Z didn't seem to sleep.

Title: He'll Make You Pay
Story Type: Original fiction, slash.
Rating: R
Genre: Romance.
Status: Active:

Summary: Ethan Lane is infatuated with Lucian Taylor, the ultimate bad boy at his school.

He's the one that's rarely in class. He's the one that hates everyone elses guts. He's the one that treats everyone like crap, including Ethan himself. Everyone knows to never get on Lucians bad side.

But Lucian has a deep dark secret, one that Ethan finds out one night.

Now Lucian won't leave Ethan alone, doing absolutely anything in his power to stop the secret from getting out. Anything.

Excerpt: His face turns expressionless straight away as he steps away from the guy he was pressed against and shoves him away violently. “Get the fuck away from me!” He spits as the guy on the floor struggles to stand back up. Lucian sharply looks in my direction, and I wince as he gives the other guy another rough shove to the ground.

I nervously press my back against the wall as Lucian walks towards me, my heart hammering in my chest. Lucian doesn't do anything but glare harshly as he walks past, his eyes dark and angry.

The second he's gone I feel like I can breathe again. I close my eyes and try to calm myself down. After a few seconds I look in the direction where the other guy should be, only to find him long gone. I slink to the ground, holding my head in my hands. I don't get up for quite a while, too shocked to even move.

What the hell had just happened?

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That was the start of everything.

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Title: Learning to Fall.
Rating: R.
Type: Chaptered, WIP.
Word Count: 20,000+ right now.
Pairing: Pete/Ryan.
Author's Note: Written for a contest. Inspired by the quote "You know most normal people get to know each other before they get married."
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Summary:
When Ryan told Pete he was pregnant in March of 2007, he found himself in a 24-hour Las Vegas wedding chapel a few hours later. A few days after he found himself in a mansion in Los Angeles, trying to figure out exactly who his husband is and how to live life as someone other than Ryan Ross, all while trying to cope with the life growing inside him.

Excerpt (from part three):
"I'll call," Ryan said, voice even. "But right now I need him out of the house."

There was silence for a moment and Patrick reached out, squeezing the boy's shoulder in a comforting gesture. "Yeah. I'll get him out of here for a few days."

"Thank you."

Ryan made a quick breakfast and took it down to the basement, hating the way he had to practically waddle down the stairs. He could hear the footsteps, Pete's loud cursing and Patrick's indistinct voice that was probably trying to call him down. Door slams and quieter slams that were probably dresser drawers. The baby started kicking again and Ryan tried to slow his breathing, but it didn't help this time, so he just continued to eat, trying to ignore the noises and the kicking, turning the volume on the television set up every time he heard another curse or slam.

Patrick appeared at the foot of the stairs about half an hour later. "We're leaving now, Ry," he informed the boy. "Call one of us if you need anything."

"'Kay," Ryan returned, voice distant. He muted the television about ten minutes later, enjoying the silence, trying to see if the quiet would get the kicking to slow. No such luck.

Title: Cinnamon.
Author: Myself, fun ghoul ezio.
Type: Drabble, original fiction.
Rating: PG.

Summary:
He knows what she would taste like. He knows that, if he leaned over a few inches and pressed his torn lips against her torn lips, she would taste like the cinnamon gum bouncing against her teeth.

Excerpt: Summary is also an excerpt.