Story Pimping Thread

Title: Show Me Love
Rating: NC-17
Type: Original fiction
Genre: Drama/Black comedy
Status: Active, regular updates

Summary: Zackariah Harlow is a precocious trainwreck on legs with too much money, too much time, and too many self-inflicted problems. He's in love with his closeted best friend, is having an affair with a much-older colleague of his father's, and is on the fast track to drug addiction and an early grave. Let's watch him self-destruct.

Excerpt
Every weight, every thought, every worry, every piece of evidence that I’m human at all—released in an instant. Just like that. Suddenly nothing mattered anymore.

But every coin has two sides, and within two hours I was clutching the toilet for dear life, red wine and stomach acid shredding my esophagus, organs boiling in my blood and choking for oxygen, heart slowed to a near stop. My skin was hot to the touch, drenched with sweat, but I was shivering, colder than I’d ever been.

I remember regaining full consciousness in a cold shower with Jay’s hand on my hips, his lips on my neck, smoke-stained voice ringing in my ears like an old memory. We smoked two more times before I went home, so strung out I could hardly walk. Even Mom noticed I was on a different high than usual and asked what I’d been doing. "You better not be on that shit," she told me, and I kind of laughed and told her not to worry.

Title: Synchronicity
Story Type: Fan Fiction
Rating: R
Genre: Romance, Drama
Status: Active
Summary: "There's no such thing as coincidence, I say. It's Synchronicity."
-Raven Kaldera

Excerpt: Spending another Saturday morning hanging out with my best friend while she worked her shift at my sister's cafe was shaping up to be just as boring as it had been the week before. I could feel the wickedness kicking in.

"We could take the money from the register and a make a run for it," I suggested, pacing the cafe. "We could be in Los Angeles by morning." I was met with a disapproving glare. I wondered briefly is she thought I was serious. Perhaps I was.

Title: Edge of Blackest Night
Story Type: Original fiction
Rating: R
Genre: Horror/Thriller/Drama
Status: New but active.
Written by myself and RomancingSeahorses

Summary:
Twin sisters Riley and Remi Bradshaw haven't spoken in four years, but return to their hometown to see their sick grandmother. Soon after their arrival, several girls from a neighboring town turn up dead in the woods. Then girls from their hometown wind up dead and the killer has set their sights on Riley.

Excerpt:
The world ended not with a bang or a whimper, but with the sound of the telephone ringing. I was trying to put my apartment into something resembling order when my cell phone started blaring. I banged my shin on the coffee table as I skidded over the hardwood to answer it and let out a stream of expletives. I snatached the offensive little device up just before it went to voicemail.

"Hello?" I said breathlessly.

"Riley?" I froze. I hadn't heard the voice on the other end for four years, but I would recognize it anywhere. "Hi, Dad," I said stiffly. "How did you get my number?"

"This may be a small town, Riley, but I'm still sheriff and I still have resources."

"Right," I said, rolling my eyes. "Is that why you didn't come storming in to drag me back home on the back of your trusty steed four years ago?"

"I figured since you left without so much as a proper goodbye and never called that you didn't want to be found," Dad replied tersely. "You're a grown up now, and you can make your own decisions. Whether they're the wrong ones or not." His thick Georgia drawl, so much like my own, made the accusations all the more biting.

"Is this what you called me for?" I asked sharply. "To tell me all about my bad decisions and what a horrible daughter I am? Gee, Dad, it's sure nice to hear from you." Sarcasm was heavy in my tone, something I'm sure Dad was used to hearing from me.

"Dammit, Riley, I didn't call to argue with you."

"Well you could have fooled me."

"Riley," he said sternly. Then he sighed, and his voice softened. "Your grandma is dying, Riley."

Ice pooled in my stomach and my heart missed several beats. "Gram is dying?" I said, my voice now a strangled whisper. "No. Gram can't die."

"As fond as she is of saying so, the cancer has different ideas. It's spread, Riley. There's nothing else they can do. She's coming home and she's going to be staying here at the house. I know she would like to see you before....before the end."

I was silent for a long time, trying to process the idea that my grandma was dying. Delia Bradshaw had always been the toughest woman I knew.

"Riley?" Dad said after several minutes of silence.

"Yeah," I said, my voice cracking slightly. "I'll be there tomorrow."

Title: The Deep
Story Type: Original fiction
Rating: R
Genre:Horror/Fantasy
Status: Drabble/Completed

Summary:
A drabble about a siren.

Excerpt:
She rose out of the waves like seafoam. Her face was pale and ethereal as a pearl, almost translucent in its delicacy. Her hair streamed behind her like a victory banner; every shade of copper, gold, and bronze. She was the jewel of the sea. She was a wild flame that water couldn't extinguish.

He had no choice but to go to her. He hardly spared a glance at the webbing between her fingers and toes. He had eyes only for the softness of her skin, and ears only for the haunting melody that fell from her ruby lips like the silver drops of soft summer rain. The seawater soaked through his clothes, slowing his steps. But he didn't stop. His heart was pounding in time to her song. Water pounded against him as he waded deeper and deeper.

Story Title: Blaze
Story Type: Original fiction
Rating: R
Genre: Drama/Fantasy/Crime
Status: Short Story-Complete

Summary:
A young woman once bullied by the aspiring superheroes in her town uses her own secret talent to take revenge.

Excerpt:
My real name is Genevieve La Roux. I used to want to be a superhero. Then I found out that superheroes are overrated, and what the fuck is the point of being good, anyway? It's just work, work, work all the time. Being bad, though, now that's fun. Breaking all the rules is one hell of a rush. It makes you feel alive, absolutely fucking euphoric. When the so-called heroes ruined my life, I had to find some way to release all the fury coursing through my blood. And oh, did I find it. My salvation was fire. Red and blinding and hot. I knew that it would be exactly what I needed to seek my revenge. After today, everyone will remember me. They'll murmur my name in hushed whispers at their children's bedsides at night, warning them to be ever vigilant and watchful, lest the girl with the fire in her hands comes for them.

Title: Consequences
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/Fandom: My Chemical Romance, Gerard/Frank/OFC.
Type: Chaptered Fan Fiction.
Status: In slow progress, chapter three posted.

Summary:

Annaliese and Gerard are best friends. They've just finished their sophomore year and are on their summer break. Their life is a normal as that of any other person. But that all changes when Gerard manages to score them fake I.D's that gets them into a nightclub in the city. That's where they meet Franklin.

Franklin is not like anyone they've known. He's alluring and charming but has a dark secret. He's a vampire. Little do Gerard and Annaliese know that they're slowly becoming infatuated with this eighteen or so old boy.

But once he has someone in his web he doesn't let go so easy. Both Gerard and Annaliese must face the consequences for what they did. Maybe they should have stayed home that night.

Excerpt:

We were almost at the end of the street before we stopped out the front of what could only be described as the most dilapidated and disused building on the street. It looked as though it was built sometime around the late 1920’s, with the remnants of bricks and mortar, once a delicately woven intricate design, marred and cracked today.

There was a red velvet rope and stanchion that barricaded a small line up alongside the wall of similarly dressed club goers – band t-shirts with jeans and chains. It didn’t take a scientist to confirm that this was indeed a goth bar; probably the only one in New Jersey. My eyes quickly flicked to my outfit and I immediately felt embarrassed. I couldn’t work out if I was too over or underdressed. We made our way to the end of line behind a tall thin chick with a twelve or so inch high green Mohawk.

It wasn’t long until we were next to be carded, and that’s when I felt the pressure once again. I pulled out the little plastic card and looked into the securities murky brown eyes. His eyes flicked a few times back and forth from the ID to my face. What felt like almost a lifetime, he handed the card back to me, nodded and let me past. I almost had to stop my jaw from falling in disbelief. The card felt heavy in my hand as I walked through the door and approached the staircase. I turned to see Gerard sneak a thumb up when he was successfully let through. I opened the clutch and slid the piece of plastic into the dedicated fold.

I heard a shuffling of feet and noticed Gerard fall in sync with me as we climbed the staircase to the dance floor above. The loud thumping beat from the heavy bass drops of an unrecognisable metal song echoed off the walls and down the staircase. A smile started smearing itself against my face as I edged ever closer.

Title: I Know in My Heart It's Not You
Story Type: Fan Fiction | Paramore | Bring Me the Horizon | Hayley Williams/Oliver Sykes
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance, Drama
Status: Chaptered | Active

Summary:

Sequel/Prequel to Chopped Orange Locks.

The year is 2009. It's been two years since Hayley Williams and Josh Farro had broken up. Two years since Paramore had almost fallen apart. Despite all their issues, the band overcame them, stayed together, and are now playing a surprise show for Warped Tour.

In between those two years, Hayley had met Oliver Sykes and they immediately became friends, yet haven't seen each other in a while. When she finds out that Bring Me the Horizon is playing on Warped, she meets back with him and he's happy to see her again.

New and old feelings soon arise and Hayley realizes that she doesn't know what she wants, as she is afraid that she'll make things fall apart again.

Excerpt:

"You alright?"

Yet again, Hayley's relaxation was cut short when she heard a voice from behind her. She turned her head to see a guy in his twenties standing there with his hands in the pockets of his jacket. He had dark brown chin-length hair and she noticed on his neck a tattoo of a rose. His eyes appeared to be hazel and seeing that these eyes met hers, it was obvious that she was the one he had spoken to and even though she didn't quite know who this person was, they did seem familiar to her.

Remembering he had asked a question, she shrugged. "I'm fine. Why?"

"You don't seem fine to me," he said. "You seem a bit sad, actually."

Hearing his British accent, it became evident that he wasn't from around here and it only made her even more curious about who he could possibly be. Where had she seen him before? Though that didn't bother her as much as the fact that it was apparently obvious that she was upset about something because this stranger managed to call bullshit on her lie.

Hayley just scoffed. "Well, sad doesn't even begin to explain how I really feel right now."

The guy stepped forward and sat down beside her, to which she averted her eyes and instead gazed at the street ahead of her. She sighed, trying to indicate that she wasn't in the best of moods to talk to some random person about her personal issues. After all, the whole purpose of her being there was to be alone, but this guy didn't seem to take a hint.

Title: When I'm Gone
Story Type: Original fiction
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Drama
Status: New, active

Summary:

Cause every time I try to tell them "no"
They won't let me ever let them go
I'm a sucker all I gotta say
These drugs really got a hold of me.

Excerpt:

As I move to get up off the couch I was lying on, I hear a soft crinkling beneath me. I look down and see not one, not two, but three empty bags of what had contained speed. It’s not the regular speed you’d get around town either; I got one of the boys to get it for me from far out of town, where all the good stuff is.

I can vaguely recall setting out the lines last night; it was as yellow as the fucking sun and as thick as toothpaste. Snorting that was a challenge but so very worth it.

I make my way through the mass of passed out bodies and empty beer cans and head to the kitchen. I see two unfamiliar faces sitting at the kitchen table, a can in each of their hands and several pink yokes scattered across the table. No doubt they had taken some of the yokes themselves.

Title: Risking Heartbreak
Story type: Original fiction
Rating: R
Genre: Drama, romance
Status: Active

Summary:
Sometimes what someone wants and what they end up with are two very different things. Melanie and Richard were both happy with their lives and weren't looking for a relationship. Then one night changes it all. Suddenly they're thrust into a situation more complicated, and frowned upon, than they could have ever dreamed of. Its a situation that logic tells them they don't need to be in. They both know that the odds of things ending well aren't good. Yet they just can't bring themselves to say no to trying even if that means risking heartbreak.

Excerpt:
While the talking was going on, the drinking continued. Melanie didn’t have a problem holding her liquor, a trait inherited from her mother, but she usually avoided over doing it. She didn’t tend to show many of the telltale signs of intoxication that her brothers did. She didn’t get any happier or meaner, she didn’t feel the need to talk more than normal, and she didn’t slur her words. However on that particular night she was drinking a little more than she normally did and it would have its effects later that night. Looking back on that night in the future she would wonder if the extra drinking helped lead to what ended up changing her life.

Title: The Vault
Story type: Original fiction
Rating: R
Genre: Horror
Status: Short-chaptered|Completed

Summary: Leah is in a hurry to get home and decides to take the shortcut through the dark, mysterious alleys...even though she's heard rumours of terrible things happening to people who venture down there.

Excerpt:

This could be a trap, her body hesitated. But what if someone really does need help?

She straightened up. Tomorrow looking back, wouldn’t you like to say you had the guts to go in? She repeated the idea, imagining the future, laughing as she told her friends of this little adventure. Slowly, her mind set on it, she grabbed the doors and pushed them open. Silence, not even a creak.

What if you aren’t alive tomorrow?

She pushed the thought to the back of her mind taking one last sweeping glance of the empty alleyway before entering in.

Title: Live
Story type: Original fiction
Rating: R
Genre: Drama
Status: Active

Summary: It's basically about how a premature death in the family affects everyone. The story is told from the point of view of Lucy, Jamie's cousin (Jamie died). It also shows the affects of how a death due to drugs affects everyone, especially since Jamie was in his early twenties.

It is told in the form of free verse narrative, similar to how Ellen Hopkins writes.

Excerpt:
With every handshake
from a seemingly kind
stranger, another tear
escaped my eye
until I was left with
a pounding headache.

Watching his mother
scream,
cry,
beg,
for her beloved Jamie back
was such a painful
thing to witness.

Not once that day
did I stop crying,
and when I returned home
it only got worse.

Title: True
Story type: Original fiction
Rating: R
Genre: Romance
Status: Active

Summary: Amanda has recently broke up with her boyfriend of four years. She thought it would be impossible to move on but she's learning it might not be thanks to a boy she just met named Zachariah.

Excerpt: When the car parked the driver got out, he was tall with almost black hair. I still didn't recognize him from anywhere, maybe he was from a different town. Did I mention he was kinda cute though?

"Your Amanda right?" He asked.

"Yeah, I am" I replied.

"I'm Zachariah, or Zack" he said holding out his hand and smiling.

"Zachariah's a sexy name" I smiled back and shook his hand.

Title: Juicy Details
Story Type: Original Fiction
Rating: PG - 13
Genre: Teen, Drama
Status: Ongoing
Summary: A series of drabbles centered around the lives of various high school girls.
Excerpt:

Jason asked me out today! It was so sweet! He got on his knee like he was going to propose or something and then pulled out this cute little costume ring with a cupcake on it! It was so adorable! Of course all good things had to come to an end, because Bailey Connor, my best friend had to run off crying because she thought Jason liked her! I mean seriously? Jason liking Bailey? That would be like Adonis wooing Gorgon or something. Absolutely impossible.

I'm not even sure if we're friends anymore, because later today she totally avoided me. Whatever. It's not like I don't have other friends. Sasha Holender is pretty cool despite being a sophomore and having a total pariah as a sister...

Title: Infinite
Type: Original fiction
Rating: R (descriptive gore & foul-mouthedness later along)
Genre: Mystery, Fantasy, Tragedy
Status: Ongoing
Summary: I am death. Do not romanticise me━I am not life. I am the harbinger of eternal Asphodel, a messenger, a sign. I bend for none.
Excerpt: I watch silently as the last stragglers leave their flowers and trudge away. There is no reason to speak. None will answer.

The air is cold and many faces are pink. Flowers, roses and orchids, lie already wilting atop a fresh mound of turned soil. Beneath the soil lies a deep-mahogany box. Inside the box lies a suicide victim.

His name, I know, is Ivan. I watched them heave his casket into the ground. I had watched Ivan life his short life━he was eighteen━and admired from afar his strength. He was a tortured soul. Now, he is free.

I dust snow from the brim of my hat and move forward, pulling my cloak around me. I must not be seen by any but Ivan himself. Time is relative. Existence is not.

The grave smells of warm earth freezing in the bright cold sun. I lean over it. "You may rise, Ivan Jacoby," I say, the words bitter in my mouth. I have spoken them too many times.

Title: In the Sound.
Type: Fan Fiction
Rating: R
Genre: Romance, Drama, Action
Status: Super active. Updated daily
Summary:
"Maybe we got a second chance. Not many people get that."

Nora Foster has forgotten the old world. Where things were constantly changing. Scenes. News. Morals. Now the only thing changing is people, changing into something sick.
The only way Nora can survive is if she finds the Greene farm. But what she finds there is something she never expected. A rude, quick tempered, and extremely attractive son of a bitch. Daryl Dixon.

Excerpt:

The rickety fences of the Greene farm pouring into my sight. My heart was thumping so loudly against my chest I didn’t even hear Kit’s low grumble.

I felt a little hazy from excitement, or maybe it was from relief. My palms felt clammy, my lips felt dry. My feet shifted forward, pressing in to take another step.

But before I could, I was frozen. Frozen in the sound of crunching leaves behind me. Frozen in the sound of a clicking pistol, pointed to the back of my skull.

Title: Good Doctor
Type: Original fiction
Rating: R (subject to change)
Genre: Sci-fi
Summary: There is a certain way of thinking that extends past the boundaries of human thought and imagination and dabbles hesitantly in the waters of insanity, without actually going under. In order to fully experience this Second Thought Process, one must devote oneself to the universe, body, soul, and mind.

Today we will take a look into the mind of a young spectrologist.

Excerpt: The laboratory was dark save for a small penlight, which the glowing white coat flickered through a set of pristine plastic prisms of varying width and dimension.

He was a spectrologist. A scientist of colour and light.

A cheesy smile tugging at the corners of perpetually chapped lips, he crouched down and reflected a deep violet waveform onto a piece of white paper. Scrutinised. Sketched, noted - just so.

He wasn't working. He'd finished his day's project hours ago. He simply loved the beauty of white light and the colour it was made of.

Title: Monsters Among Us
Type: Fan-fiction.
Rating: R.
Genre: Fantasy; Drama.
Summary: This home, these lights,
A vision of my destruction,
This life of mine.

Monsters are real and live among us.
They just happen to blend in better than most.

Excerpt: “Is this what I think it is?” The man who addressed Francis when he first came in asked.

“Yes. A dhampir, James. One of those kind must have hypnotized my daughter and laid with her. We cannot keep it.”

“What are you asking of us Brother?” A young man, younger than most of them in the room asked, standing from his chair.

“I can’t keep this child. Sarah will not allow it. If Phillipa had been able to raise this child, she would have brought shame to us all. She is one of them.” Francis spit the last word out like it was vemon, looking down at the child. His face began to soften, “but I can't leave her out in the cold on some stranger’s doorstep. Despite what the evil race has done, she is still my granddaughter.”

Title: A Different Love Song
Type: Fan-fiction. (Fall Out Boy)
Rating: R.
Genre: Romance; Drama.
Summary: so we went and bent the rules a bit,
you asked and i will try to answer ..

Excerpt: Pete and Patrick however took this a cue for them to slowly sneak away from the couple now fully making out. Pete had this look of pure disturbance on his face and when he glanced over at Patrick he clapped him on the back. “Don’t worry little buddy, we’ll find you a pretty lady soon.”

Immediately Patrick’s face was the color of a tomato and he couldn’t stutter enough to get the words of denial out. The two made their way over to the bar where Stella was eagerly waiting for them. “Boys,” she said with a wink. “What can I get for you?”

“Lots of alcohol,” Pete said while Patrick continued to fumble over his words. “The little guy with the chubby cheeks will have a lemonade.”

“I can order for myself,” Patrick said under his breath glancing down at his thumbs. Pete didn’t miss the subtle glances he kept sending at Josie and Luke though. Stella disappeared and a moment later came back with their drinks.

Title: Carry You Home Tonight
Story Type: Original Fiction
Rating: R
Genre: Romance; Drama; Drabble
Status: Active
Summary:
He was seven years older than I was, twenty-six to my nineteen the first time we met. He was so handsome and charming, and his lips tasted like nicotine and mint and something else I couldn't place. I was a virgin when I met him, but he most certainly was not; when I would drag my fingernails down his back as he moved on top of me, I imagined tally marks of the women he'd slept with on his skin, in the same places where he left marks on mine. He would sing to me afterwards, so quietly I could hear birdsong and car horns over his voice.

I think I might've loved him once. But make no mistake: this is not a fucking love story.

Excerpt:
This is not a story about me.

This is not a story about a stupid little girl who got mixed up with a man who she knew was no good for her. It is not full of moments of electricity crackling between us, about the way his mouth tasted like nicotine and mint and something else, something I couldn’t place because it was so uniquely him. It is not about his lilt when he sang to me as we lay naked in bed together, singing so quietly that I could hear car horns and birdsong over his voice.

Title: The Runaways
Story Type: Original Fiction
Rating: R
Genre: Romance | Tragedy | Teen
Status: Active for now.

Summary: You can call us the runaways, we'll be gone before you wake.

Excerpt:

Helen Grant was a fugitive.

Not the run-away-from-home kind of fugitive either. Helen Grant was the kind of person that would steal, beg and borrow until she reached her destination, just to steal, beg and borrow again. Helen Grant was the kind of person who never stayed in the one place for too long; she constantly moved. Whether it be by rail, foot or bus, Helen Grant was the kind of person who seemed to disappear without leaving any trace behind that she even existed. She lived off the grid, flitting from town-to-town to keep herself alive and very much under the radar.

Helen Grant had practise. One year, fifteen days and twenty-two hours of practise, to be precise. She left home on her eighteenth birthday as a love-struck teen with an overly-romanticised view of the world. Her idyllic views were smashed to pieces as she found herself clambering over homeless middle-aged men in the tube stations of Camden just to find her own comfortable spot amongst the legions of the unemployed and unloved.

The one thing that Helen Grant had that the thousands of other misfits didn’t was Peter Knight.

Title: Like Clockwork
Type: original fiction
Rating: R
Genre: Adventure, Sci-fi, Fantasy
Status: Active.

Summary: Azoth floats three miles above planet Atlas. Atlas, as it so happens, is on the brink of mass extinction.

Excerpt: There was a sick, sick smile under Gray's mask. Easily hidden. The halls around him shifted as he walked from a dull, faceless beige to a clinical white, and then to bright cheery blue as he took the handle and yanked it violently. The door ahead creaked and admitted him, though somewhat reluctantly.

Inside the room, a man sat tied by wrist and ankle to a broad steel chair. Gray reached up and pushed the mask further up on his face, feeling a wash of icy air. He blinked at the bright light, adjusting, and smiled a friendly smile at the man in the chair.

The man's eyes were brown and dark with fear. He screamed in a language Gray did not speak and struggled, chains clashing on metal. Gray made a face and knelt down onto the floor, yanking the mask off and casting it aside. He would need it soon, but not yet. Not yet.

Title: Sand in Our Fists.
Type: Thor fanfic. (Loki/Thor).
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Fantasy | Romance.
Status: One-shot/complete.

Summary: Thor is in Midgard, trying to protect Loki from his own foolish mistakes, but finds himself too ashamed to interfere. Dwelling on the painful thought that he is a neglectful guardian, Thor finds himself visited by his brother, and is given the chance to protect him once more.

Excerpt: “You killed ants for me,” he says, holding his hand in the air as if deliberating on whether he wants to do this or not. Loki gives in and places his fist in the palm of Thor’s hand, jabbing his fingertips down and drawing shapes on the man’s skin. “I was… so afraid of them in the end, because me fearing something ensured that you would kill it.” He looks up and sees Thor’s carefully watchful eyes, his own burning with terrified conviction. “But brother, that is what ails me. I am afraid now, and I do not want you to kill it. I want the terror to burn on, it’s all I have.”