Story Pimping Thread

Title: Choose to Stay
Story Type: Fan-fiction (Hockey/Oilers)
Rating: R
Genre: Romance
Status: Active

Summary:
Samantha just got her first house, and her next door neighbor just happens to be the Edmonton Oilers captain, Andrew Ference.

Excerpt:
She opened the door; oh… that is definitely not a loan box.

Seeing him for the first time she could tell that he was the type to do something nice for a random stranger on the street, he gave off that helping hand vibe. And apparently a ‘welcome to the neighborhood/city’ was part of the vibe. His dark hair and strong jaw immediately caught Sam’s attention. His ears were small for his face, but it was cute. Oh yeah, he was definitely something to look at.

But what was definitely delicious to look at was the plate in his hands, it was cookies.

Title: [uurlhttp://www.mibba.com/Stories/Read/593699/Aint-No-Rest-for-the-Wicked/]Ain't No Rest for the Wicked[/url]
Story Type: Fanfiction (Avenged Sevenfold)
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Drama, Crime
Status: Active (updated daily)
Summary:
No we can't slow down
We can't hold back
Though you know we wish we could
No there ain't no rest for the wicked
Until we close our eyes for good.
Excerpt:
[The room was dark, illuminated only by the weak light of the single light bulb dangling precariously from the ceiling, but Molly could still see the fear in the man's seedy brown eyes. Fear that he would he never show outwardly, but she knew it was there.

"Now I'll ask you once more," Molly began, her voice sickeningly sweet. She laid her hand on the table between the two of them, slender fingers wrapping around the barrel of her .380. "Where's my shipment?"

The man laughed, and Molly felt the anger lick at the inside of her belly. This was money coming out of her pocket, so this was no laughing matter. "Your shipment?" he sneered. He surveyed her with disdain. "You're nothing but a skinny little bitch. You really expect me to believe this shit is yours?"

Molly picked up the pistol and in an instant brought the barrel crashing into the man's chin. She was done playing. "Do you honestly think those boys run everything?" she hissed. "They're not smart enough to figure this shit out. They're the brawn, the intimidation. I'm the brains."

The man gulped. An evil smile graced Molly's face as she traced her finger along the barrel of the gun. Without much flourish she dropped the smile from her face, flipping off the safety and pointing the .380 directly in the man's face. "Now, once more. Where the hell is my shipment?"

Title: Crystal Dreams
Story Type: Fan-fiction (Wicked Lovely series)
Rating: R
Genre: Fantasy, Romance, Teen
Status: Active
Summary:

The story of faerie continues

Ariana Fray, stopped believing in feary tales a long time ago, but after she attempts to cheer up her little sister for the first time after their move, she starts to believe again and soon she gets sucked into something big that will plunge not only life but the world into chaos once again.

Excerpt:

She ran, ran as fast as she could which was pretty fast due to all the changes she had gone through this past year. Even now she couldn't believe what was going on or more that she didn't want to believe it. She didn't want to believe that life could be so cruel, that tonight was her last chance to save herself--that if she didn't figure it all out tonight that she'd lose everything forever.. .

She could see the images in her head, they were coming faster, more vividly yet they were still vague enough for her not to completely understand them and to make matters worse, she was starting to panic and she wasn't thinking straight, she wasn't focused and that was a problem.

"You'll never find it, we never do...I didn't find it, the one before me didn't find it and neither did the one before her, so what makes you think you will when you can't even keep me out of your head," She said mocking her as she always did,

"Shut up, why are you still here?" She said holding her head as if she had a headache, trying to drown the intruder out of her thoughts.

"No need to shout, not when we can talk with our minds, right Lilly?" she replied in a delighted tone, as if she were enjoying her anguish.

"My name is not Lilly and I don't want you in my mind Rebecca," She yelled when she heard a voice, a real voice say.

"Fine, then as boring as it is I'll tell you to your face, you're not gonna find it Lilly,"

Title: I See Fire
Story Type: Fan-fiction
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance, Drama
Status: Active.
Summary: “It started with a story about a hobbit and thirteen dwarves…”
Excerpt:

Seeming to notice my distraction, Aidan turned his attention to me. His face was nothing but sympathy as he asked, “Are you alright?” His hazel eyes were illuminated by the bright stage lights, making them appear an unusual olive color.

It was amazing, the effect Aidan’s direct attention had on me. As flustered as I’d been by my run-in with the cameraman, Aidan’s gaze made me doubly so and it was all I could do to force out a breathless “yeah” in response to his question.

“Don’t let him bother you,” Aiden insisted, flashing me a stunning smile. “He’s just cheesed-off about his paycheck being smaller than his—”

“Places, people!” a woman shouted from the other side of the set.

“Sorry,” Aidan said quickly. “We’ll finish this later.”

And then he was rushing off, leaving me standing completely frozen while people rushed around me, bumping into me like I wasn’t even there. But I didn’t care, because all I could think about were those last four words.

We’ll finish this later.

Title: Summer Reign

Story Type: Original Fiction

Rating: Rated R

Genre: Fantasy, War, and Romance

Status: Active and Ongoing

Summary: Prince Alexander awaits to heir the throne. When his father, also the predecessor suddenly dies of an awful sickness, the Kingdom doubts Alexander can take such a sacred position as the original date for coronation wasn't supposed to be until another three years. Meanwhile, the most powerful sardonic being, Virgo threatens the Kingdom as well. If Misthalin does not find a new king soon, he will take over. King Virgo has longed for power and his kingdom of Daemonheim as well Misthalin have been in battle for years, hoping to overpower one another. The great grandfathers of the current kings were arch-enemies and their offspring continue to be. Saradomin, basically the chosen God for the sacred kingdom is responsible for protecting Misthalin from harm and generally resolves incidents from the Underworld, the land above God Wars. Zamarok is responsible for Daemonheim for district reasons. Queen Ann-Sofie finally comes to the decision of sending off her only son to the most dangerous part of Gielinor, The God Wars Dungeon, to defeat Virgo and take position as King of Misthalin, so they can finally live in peace. Once the Prince, he will have his blessing from Saradomin in becoming King. The journey is much too dangerous so the Queen sends the prince with their family wizard Ashcroft, Alexander's two best friends Lance and Soleil, and sprites from the community named Locke and Key. In the meantime Queen Clara will watch over Misthalin and take care of the painful death of King Alexander II. Allies of Virgo have already begun meddling with the city's government. Will Alexander save the city in time before its too late? If he wins, he takes the throne as king. If he loses, Virgo becomes ruler of the empire, as well as his own. The team sets off to claim the throne and they have until the end of the summer to defeat Virgo.

Time is of the essence.

Excerpt:

"He lowered himself into the water. The underwater sensation calmed him down as the beast flashed again in his mind. This was the fifth time this week. The nightmares were never-ending. His last supposed night on earth scarred him as he rose up for air above the surface. Gasping for his last breaths of life." - Prince Alexander III

Title: Carcass
Story Type: Original Fiction
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Drama, Crime, Romance
Status: Active.
Summary:
Cruz was the first man I thought I loved. Dangerous. Elusive. But no one told me that those words I used to describe a man like Cruz meant real trouble. I learned that lesson in the hardest of ways; with his fists against my skin and his sadistic tendency etched on my body.

Possessive. Abusive. Criminal. Murder. Gang Member. Those are the words I imagine my family would have used to describe Cruz followed by 'Stay away from him'. Advice I would have taken if I had a family.

But in the end, none of it mattered because I taught Cruz the last lesson by killing him.

Excerpt:
Cruz was the man who was born to live on the edge of everything—life, the law, society. If affection was something he knew, Poison Reapers would have been the love of his life. His loyalty for the club ran too deep, his acts on behalf of Poison Reapers ran too dark, and his sins turned his soul too black. Cruz was by definition, a vice-president whose reign was marked by murders, a member of a motorcycle club that was composed of unstable men, and a man who had a tendency to be too possessive, sadistic, and abusive.

And, before you ask, ‘Why would you willingly date a man like Cruz?” you need to know like trying most new things that are awful, I was only willing in the beginning.

Title: The Natural Order of Things
Story Type: Original fiction
Rating: PG-13 / R
Genre: Action, Adventure, Fantasy
Status: Active

Summary:

Ferre Fawkes is getting warmer.

After a life of uncertainty, the end is finally drawing close. Ends will meet at last, answers be revealed; things are about to start making sense, and Ferre is ready. Every scrape, every broken bone, every sleepless night will earn its due. And he will stop at nothing to get there.

Just one more year. One more year, and it will be over. For most of his life, Ferre has been preparing to serve the universe itself -- to take everything it knows and destroy it, so that time can start afresh. With this cleansing, Ferre will be destroyed, but it is a sacrifice he is willing to make.

Ferre Fawkes is getting warmer, but this time, the heat might just be too much.

Excerpt: [ Chapter I ]

Funnily enough, the only stories that Ferre Fawkes didn't believe were the ones he created.

He dreamed of a fiery end, the forces of nature converging on the physical realm, smothering it like one might snuff a candle. He dreamed of incessant thunder. He dreamed of a shattered future where the skies burned red, where relief lay only in departure.

And he told no one. Ferre could not afford to sell off his credibility like that. The only reason he was tolerated in Aurandren was his storytelling — he was of Pendrin lineage, and the Pendrin were known quite well for their way with words. To lose his voice would be to lose himself.

Ferre stood slightly awkwardly at the end of the Boardwalk, leaning on one of the wooden uprights. The Boardwalk spanned lengthwise across Aurandren, smaller paths branching from it at regular intervals. Aurandren had no proper roads — it was anchored a few miles off the northern shore, and so its buildings and landings were linked by winding bridges, which all linked back to the Boardwalk.

This landing had come to serve Ferre as a sort of getaway. Though he hated the water, he cherished the solitude. He was not accustomed to a busy city life, having spent most of his years wandering between rural towns and isolated outposts, and an empty landing was a thing of rarity.

Ferre shifted his weight to his other leg, pausing to tug his coat a little tighter. His hand gripped the crossbeam beside him, knuckles white, as though he feared that letting go of it would send him crashing into the depths.

Title: Doc & Jean
Story Type: Fan Fiction
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Science Fiction, Adventure, Humor
Status: On-Going
Summary:

After leaving his latest companion behind without any memory of their adventures, the Doctor finds himself alone. While the TARDIS has always been a loyal companion, the Doctor finds her presence unfulfilled. As he travels through space and time, the chipped blue paint, rustic gears, and indoor swimming pool becomes dull when no one is there to experience it with him. That is, until he runs into Jean Warner.

Human. American. Corrupted. Journalist. Bored. 5"3.

Unlike his other companions, Jean has a certain type of all-American spunk he can't even fathom to resist. After a horrific incident in the west coast and a quick discovery of what REALLY happened during the Battle of Los Angeles, the Doctor decides to recruit this new apathetic and extremely sarcastic American as his partner in crime--at least for a little while.

Sure, everything's fun and games, until the American government gets involved.

"You need to stop calling me Doc. It's Doctor, not Doc. You're Jean, not Bugs Bunny."

Excerpt:

There's an irreplaceable thrill that comes with leaving secret eggs in articles. Of course, I don't mean literal eggs that come out of a chicken, but words or phrases that are completely out of place from the context of the article's topic. For example, leaving the death counter for the Holocaust victims in the middle of a Selena Gomez interview or a short sentence that says "they made me do this" when reviewing the latest fashion hiccups during the Grammy's. It's a certain type of thrill I cherish deeply.

The only reason I bother to bring this up now is to give you an idea of how sad my life has become. I've resorted to leaving inside (and frankly unfunny) jokes in tween magazines just to keep myself excited and a little bit content in an otherwise disappointing life. I, Jean Warner, am a sad person.

. . .

The only thing that managed to break my god-awful routine of waking up, hating everything, and going back to sleep was a very discreet and very blue phone box that landed outside my apartment complex. And holy crap, am I glad it did.

Title: At Dawn
Story Type: Original Fiction
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance, Drabble
Status: Completed one-shot.
Summary: "Morning." "Hey."
Excerpt: It is dawn when the man wakes up. The sky he can see through the bedroom window is still a broad stroke of dark blue, but his body is telling him it won’t be long before it lightens. He’s always up in time to see the sunrise, willingly or not.

The bedsprings squeak as the girl rolls over, the smooth curve of her spine visible as she turns her back to him, the sheet covering her falling away. Her breathing is slow, even, quiet. She’s still deep in sleep, he thinks. He turns, reaches out, gently runs his fingers down her back. Her skin is impossibly soft, the only unnatural marks coming from his lips or teeth or fingernails, welts from last night just starting to bruise over. (He would love to spend all day kissing, licking, caressing every inch of her body, but she’s not one for foreplay. He barely got to explore her last night.)

Title: Heroes Exist (I'm Just Not One of Them)
Story Type: Original Fiction
Rating: R
Genre: Tragedy, Drama
Status: In-progress multi-chapter story
Summary: There's justice, and then there's being a dick. Otherwise known as the story of a mental breakdown.
Excerpt:
Neil reaches out to touch my shoulder. “Hey, man,” he says, “you okay?”

“Yeah,” I say, but I’m not.

To steady or maybe deaden my nerves, I take a deep drag on my cigarette. The poison seeps in to destroy my lungs before I let it out in a long stream of smoke. He sighs and lets go of me. He knows better at this point.

I lean back against the brick wall and stare up at the clouds. The sky is a beautiful shade of purple, bruised by the setting sun, and I just want this moment to last the rest of forever. When it comes to apocalypses, there’s no time like the present. A smile almost comes to my lips. Almost.

Title: Come Back to Me
Story Type: Fan-Fiction (Avenged Sevenfold)
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance/Drama
Status: Active

Summary: It's dark all around but the flashing lights in front of me are giving off enough luminosity for me to take in my surroundings. It's loud and crowded...people all around me invading my personal space and constantly screaming in my ears. Why the hell did I come here again? Oh yea...I was forced by a friend.... a friend who just can't let things go. I stand there hot and a bit sweaty from all the body heat around me and just pray to myself that this concert ends soon. The band had just finished Trashed and Scattered, about to segue into the final song; but before the first note was played, the lead singer removed the mic off the stand announcing to the crowd that their rhythm guitarist was going to be singing the opening tonight. I watched as the group spat out some playful banter towards one another as they got themselves ready to play and before I knew it I was hearing the soft sound of the acoustic guitar accompaniment being played over familiar lyrics that have been etched into my brain for some time now...

Seize the day or die regretting the time you lost
It's empty and cold without you here, too many people to ache over...

I close my eyes taking in those words all while keeping my head lowered in fear of making eye contact with him. He always had a beautiful singing voice but tonight something was off. His voice is soothing but at the same time had a hint of sadness hidden underneath.

I see my vision burn, I feel my memories fade with time
But I'm too young to worry
These streets we travel on will undergo our same lost past...

I now lift up my head and find myself looking straight forward where the stage is present and start observing the 5 figures who are playing their heart out to the song. As my eyes begin to subconsciously scan back over to stage right my eyes are quickly met with his. He was looking straight at me, his emerald eyes practically piercing through the darkness of the arena. I wasn't even near the front row, yet he somehow managed to find me among the large sea of people in the crowd. Even from where I was standing I was able to read his face....expressionless, indifferent....he never cracked a smile but his eyes held a mix of emotions.

Excerpt: “Hey, do you mind if I ask you something?” I furrow my eyebrows and just simply nod my head, curious as to what his question might be. “How come whenever you are in the recording booth you always play facing the wall? We can't be that hideous to look at.”

I laugh softly, thankfully taking my mind off my previous thoughts of Zack's sexiness. “No, nothing like that. I just...it's hard for me to perform in front of people, note the irony. I guess I tend to be more nervous when playing alone because all eyes are on me. I don't like being in the spotlight hence why I play in a group. When I'm playing alone I have to make myself think nobody is around me whether it be having my back to people or staring at a wall in front of me...otherwise I choke. I was only able to face everyone earlier because I didn't want to get into another spat with the engineers.”

I was such a liar....not just a liar, a horrible liar and I only hoped Zack didn't see right through me. It would be difficult to tell him that the real reason I always turn my back to everyone is because I know he's watching me and I can't help but get distracted by him whenever I am around him period. If he were to ever come to one of my quartet's performances there's no way I would be able to concentrate, feeling his eyes on me the entire time. Thank God our concert schedules always seem to conveniently interfere with each other.

I see Zack cock an eyebrow at me and I nervously start to bite down on my bottom lip knowing full well that he thinks I'm full of it, however his face softens a bit and he ends up shrugging his shoulders before smirking at me, “Yea, that makes sense....I was just curious.”

Not really the response I was expecting to hear but then I find my inner self breathe out a sigh of relief. His eyes lowered to observe the small space that separated the two couch cushions we were both sitting on before he spoke again, “you do know you're an awesome player don't you Kels?” I quickly turned my head to the side looking at him with a confused look on my face which made him smile. “You play beautifully....when you're actually confident. You need to stop worrying about what everyone around you thinks and just play for you.... only then will you learn to fully enjoy it. Do you think us guys really give a shit what anybody thinks every time we mess up on stage? No.... well....aside from Mr. 'everything has to be perfect' Brian, but you get my point.”

My only response to him was a simple nod and gentle smile towards him earning a smile back from him in return. We've known each other long enough that even small gestures such as smiling or a nod of the head will suffice as a response, no words are needed. I enjoyed what Zack and I had together....I enjoyed our little talks, our opinions on music and everyday life even if most of our conversations consisted of mindless rants and raves, but it never seemed to bother him.

It was always like this. Zack was almost like my personal therapist and vice versa. Whenever I had a problem or was upset, if Mina wasn't around, Zack was the person I ran to for advice. He was such a good listener and comforting....practically one of the sweetest guys I have ever had the pleasure to get to know. Damn it....now it does sound like I'm talking about an older brother.....ughh, I guess if our relationship were meant to stay as a friendship then it is what is is and in any case what are the chances of a guy like Zack having any interest in someone like me? I could never confess my true feelings to him because I don't want to risk losing his friendship. Of course I'll never know the outcome if I don't press forward but there's always the chance of it failing miserably and then the whole thing blowing up in my fucking face. I'm damned if I do, damned if I don't.

Title: All Good Things
Story Type: original fiction
Rating: PG-13
Genre: sci-fi
Status: ongoing
Summary/Excerpt: How long can a person survive in space with little to no protection? Theorized since the twentieth century, the answer involves looking at variables such as radiation, temperature, and the most obvious detail, air, among other lesser postulates. The answer never exceeds ninety seconds, and most commonly falls between fifty and sixty.

As little as fifteen seconds to lose consciousness due to the lack of that lovely cocktail of oxygen and nitrogen commonly referred to as ‘air.’ Ilya—ever resilient—lasts sixteen.

The solar system has been colonized and opened up to extensive innovation and exploration. Fastidious electrical engineer Jalair Sarangerel is a Terran drawn into a clandestine conflict that threatens to devour the whole solar system. J. Sarangerel is used to a relatively calm life and is looking forward to returning home after long months on Earth's Terran Space Station.

Lucky for Sarangerel, her life is about to disintegrate.

Death, the Angel
Original Fiction - PG 13 - Fantasy, Drama, Romance
Active - Chaptered

Summary

I spent my entire life trying not to fear death. Who knew I'd end up falling for him?

Excerpt

The great thing about accepting Death is that everything else comes easy. So you’ll die? So what? Everyone does it. Old people do it. Babies do it. How tough can it be?

It even becomes easier to accept your afterlife fate. Heaven. Hell. Nirvana. Reincarnation. The Great Nothing. No big deal. Whatever happens will happen and you’ll have no choice in the matter.

I’ve accepted that I might go to Hell. In fact, it’s much more likely than the alternative. What can I do? If God doesn’t want me, who’s to argue with that? Who’s to argue with God?

I’ll take what I get on Earth and make the best of it; and I’ll take what”ll I get in Hell and deal.

Title: Dead & Sick
Story Type: Original Fiction
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance, War, Zombies
Status: Active, rewrite of a version first posted in 2007

Summary:

The year 2019 was supposed to be the start of senior year for seventeen-year-old Audrey Hamilton, but after a night where spiked punch and games of truth-or-day played host to a rather unfortunate event of being kidnapped by a foul group of black market scavengers, Audrey and her friends find themselves forced to endure something far worse than college applications and final exams. A ravenous virus has exploded across America, freeing Audrey of her Black Market horror, but enslaving her to a world far darker and full of constant death.

A city of the undead has forced Audrey into seclusion among a house full of disgruntled survivors where the hearts of two men struggle to compete for her attention. One, the kind-hearted, compassionate leader - Daniel, and his best friend, the emerald green-eyed, mysterious James. While both men exemplify totally different perspectives during this apocalypse, each seeks to embrace Audrey as his own. Love turns to hate and hate to love in this fictional dark tale of death, despair, and those hungry for human flesh.

Excerpt:

“I swear to you they were!” Brandon insisted. “I’ve seen my fair share of The Walking Dead! I know what I saw!”

“The Walking Dead is a post-apocalyptic horror drama television series adapted from a comic book series and produced by a man who was born in a refugee camp in France. The original cause of the virus was never given, other than the fact that everyone was infected and the infection remained dormant in the brain. That is hardly real life,” muttered Harry.

Harry had always been that overlooked sixteen-year-old in high school who was a living and breathing textbook of random knowledge. His awkwardness in most social settings had been the background to why he got picked on so much by his classmates. I had often felt sorry for him, especially after his father passed away from liver cancer a few months ago.

Brandon scoffed before adding, “What? Would you say that they are more like the zombies from World War Z?”

“Yet another apocalyptic action film, this one adapted from an excellent novel by Max Brooks. However, it would seem as though the creatures depicted in that format bite to infect, not bite to eat, and therefore hold a mental capacity far surprising the level that we just witnessed,” coughed Harry.

“Dawn of the Dead, 1978 version. Go!” Brandon cried out.

“Hmmm, hard to say,” pondered Harry. “Romero’s film illustrated the zombie plague’s apocalyptic effects on society on a larger scale. However, yet again, it was a storyline with a virus of an unknown origin that caused mass hysteria. I don’t feel confident in that diagnoses, either.”

“Warm Bodies?”

“Oh god, no. If that had been the case, then all Audrey would have had to do was hug one and love would have cured it.”

Title: Take Me to Church
Story Type: Fan Fiction
Rating: R
Genre: Fantasy, Romance
Status: Active

Summary:
A Game of Thrones fan fiction.

Lord Baelish brings Sansa Stark to Skystead to stay with the King Dondarrion. Lord Baelish hopes that by bringing the two together he can earn the loyalty of Skystead. However, when they arrive at Skystead an unexpected secret is revealed. How will this affect Lord Baelish's plans? And what does this mean for poor Sansa?

Excerpt:
‘Well Lady Sansa, where do I begin? There is a noble family that lives here in Skystead, the Brackwell’s. Lord Barnard and Lady Diane Brackwell had two children; a son, Alistair Brackwell and a daughter Ava Brackwell. Ava was known throughout the realm as the most beautiful woman in the Westeros. Duncan pined after her. So when it came to picking his queen, he naturally picked Ava. Duncan loved her more than anything. After two short years of marriage a small army of wildlings declared war on Skystead. Their numbers were too small; they did not stand a chance. Duncan rode off with two thousand men and easily defeated the wildling army. However, while Duncan was off at battle, four wildlings broke into Ava’s chambers and murdered her. They ripped her apart. King Duncan came home victorious and went straight to his wife to celebrate. When he found her in her chambers they his heart broke. King Duncan fell into a deep depression. He fired half of his staff; keeping only the people he trusted 100%. He shut the doors to the castle and refused to see any of his people. It is said that his soul died that day. Now he is only a ghost, trapped in this world. Forever separated from his wife. On a dark night, when the lights of the top tower are lit, people claim you can see a dark hooded figure passing the windows. It is said to be the ghost of King Duncan Dondarrion, the eternal king’ Lord Baelish explained. It took me a minute to wrap my mind around this story, I had so many questions. He stared at me, trying to work out my expression,

‘You’re sending me to stay with a ghost?’ I murmured, he laughed out loud and shook his head.

Title: Coffee and Cigarettes

Story Type: Original Fiction (slash)

Rating: NC-17

Genre: Romance, Drama, Teen

Status: Active, a past contest entry that I'm continuing

Summary:

David Owen is the literal definition of a pure soul: no drugs, to booze, no romantic rendezvous to his name, but when he runs into Taryn Cain, a party animal who's been around the block more than a few times and has his fair share of secrets that he intends to keep, and he believes they're meant for each other, his entire life spins out of control.

Excerpt:

Everyone has their own definition for innocence. Some people think it’s not drinking. Some people think it’s not doing drugs. Some people think it’s abstaining from sex. I think it’s all that and more. I take very good care of myself and my body, treating it like a temple, just like everyone else should, not putting foreign, harmful things into it or letting strangers touch it however they please. I’m the only one to lay a hand anywhere on me. Some people may say that I’m stuck up or rude, but it’s hardly that. I just appreciate myself too much to destroy myself like so many other people.

Ever since I was in high school, I took pride in my innocence. Throughout my 4 years there, I never had a boyfriend, I never went to parties, I hung out with clean and sober friends. Anyone could’ve described my experience exactly like middle school teachers told us it would be: the best years of my life. I got high honors, graduated at the top of my class, had a solid support system of friends and family, and was even in choir. I was constantly in good spirits, and was friendly with everybody. I came out as being gay in the middle of my sophomore year, and people didn’t care. It was seriously just like a movie or a book, it was perfect.

Who knew that within one night, my entire innocence would be taken away by one single person because I let my guard down. I took down my walls, I let loose. I let him call the shots, I let him do everything. It was the biggest mistake of my life, and I’ll never forgive myself for it.

Title:Disenchanted.
Story type: Fan fiction.
Rating: R
Genre: Romance, drama
Status: Active
Summary: Sequel to These Bright Lights Have Blinded Me, it's a My Chemical Romance X OC fan fiction.
Eight years went by. Eight years since New Jersey. I wasn't disillusioned then in New Jersey. But over the past four years I was put under a spell.
Now I have to wake up. I have to become disenchanted.

Excerpt:
"Okay. I think we should start when I got to Chicago. I was, well as you know, messed up and severely depressed. The first night I was there I... I tried to kill myself again. But my brother stopped me. He told me that it wasn't the answer and he wanted to help me. He had always known of me and he always wanted to meet me. I remember feeling so pathetic and stupid. I have to admit, all I wanted was you guys... and Gerard. Him especially," I laughed softly at that. I hadn't thought of Gerard in years and it was strange to suddenly be bringing up all these memories...
"Anyway. So after a month or so of moping my brother booked me into speech therapy. I don't know if you guys ever noticed, but I was starting to talk... well, whisper sort of. But that all stopped when I moved to Chicago. I didn't even try anymore until Bob promised me that if I went to speech therapy we would go back to Jersey on my eighteenth... to see you guys," I murmured.
"Wait... So you know your birthday now?" Mikey interrupted, excitedly.
I laughed.
"Yes. I was born at exactly three-oh-six am on April 24," I answered.
Mikey grinned and Alicia looked at me confused.
"She forgot her own birthday when she was a kid," he explained to her briefly and she nodded in understanding before looking back to me.
"Anyway. So I started into speech therapy, and I really, really wanted to impress you guys so I did everything I could to talk to have a proper conversation with you. Four months flew by and soon it was time for my birthday and I was so excited. We bought bus tickets down and when we turned up to your place... it was empty," My tone was sad by that point.
I could remember how crushed I had felt and how disappointed I was in myself. I had run to the school but there was some kind of break on and it was closed. I went to my old coffee shop and the only person I had liked there, James, was gone. I even went to Frank's place to find it empty as well. All I could think about was how I had lost my only friends.
"I am so sorry... Our parents split up and with Gerard in Art College he had to move to New York which meant Mom couldn't handle the cost of the house. So we moved... Frank's family had moved to Newark as well which means we lost contact for a little bit. I am so sorry we weren't there Bells," Mikey apologised, he looked so upset and I couldn't help but smile.
"Don't worry about a think Mikes, we've reconnected now and that's all that matters," I assured him.
"So go on, where does Alex's father fit into this?" Alicia asked.
I laughed softly.
"After we came back to Chicago... I stopped my speech therapy. I had no use for it anymore, I thought. Again though, Bob managed to convince me otherwise, but he also put me into therapy. I mean, my parents paid for it, but he organised it. He was the one who pushed and fought for it. Believe it or not but I actually met Alex's father there. I think I was about just over halfway through my therapy so about my second year, close to my third year we met. He was... so charming, such a beautiful smile. For the first time I felt something tickle my insides. Initially we were just doing group therapy sessions but then I dunno. We were just alone together one day and we fell in love. We started to see each other and eight months later he proposed to me. I agreed. I thought we were perfect together. We were married for about a year before I fell pregnant with Alex. I thought I was being given a second chance, I honestly did. I was so happy. My family wasn't. They had wanted me to experience life a bit more before I settled down and had kids, but they didn't push it too bad. They never once mentioned adoption, for obvious reasons," I laughed.
Mikey and Alicia just looked at each other a bit uneasily.
"When Alex came, everything was perfect. Aaron bought us a good sized unit in the heart of the city, and he took care of us. Until..." I paused, this would be the second time in just two days I'd be thinking of Beth and her baby Alana.
"Until?" Mikey pressed.
"Until our good friend's wife and six year old daughter got murdered in a home invasion," I said softly.
"Oh my God!" Alicia gasped in horror.
Mikey just shook his head in disbelief.
"I am so sorry, I had no idea," he murmured.
I shrugged it off. I still felt a pang. Beth and I had not been best friends, but she was a lovely person, inside and out and did not deserve to die so young, and Alana had only just started Primary school and was shining. She was an absolute darling. I felt tears brim as I thought about the young pair.
"They didn't deserve that. Alana and Beth were both far too young for something like that... That day started something though. Perhaps it was always there, perhaps that's what he had been seeking therapy for... I'm not sure... But Aaron... just... he made it impossible to live there anymore. H-he... he wouldn't... he wasn't... He never hit me," I always got torn when I talked about this part.
Mikey and Alicia were both confused.
"He was controlling. He liked to know everything at every second. He always said it was so he could better protect me. From more home invaders. But it was suffocating. He manipulated everything. I stopped being able to go out, I couldn't take Alex out and every time I tried to talk about it he would just get angry. I couldn't live Mikey... I couldn't live like that... Trapped in a unit. I loved him... but not this him. I had to leave him. I had to leave him for Alex. He is my priority. He is my everything. Everything I do, it's for him. I ended up picking up the phone and calling Bob. I hadn't spoken to him for a good year but, he understood and rescued me. He made sure it was while Aaron was on a business trip and then he hid me out at a friends place for probably a month before he allowed me back into his place. He said that the visits from Aaron had finally stopped and I was able to come back home and that's where I've been for the past four or five months or so," I finished.

Title: Lights
Story type: Original fiction
Rating: G
Genre: Sci-fi, drabble
Status: Completed - One shot
Summary:
The lights would haunt him forever. The lights took so much of his life away from him. The lights meant he would be taken, and sometimes he wasn't returned for a very long time.

(It's a drabble so the summary should be excerpt enough, I think.)

Title: Lifeline
Story Type: Original Fiction
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Drama
Status: In progress. Updated Chapter 6.
Summary:
You work as a crisis counselor in one of those 24/7, no-cost, suicide prevention hotlines; the kind of hotline which numbers get passed down on university counseling center pamphlets because they can’t handle shit that isn’t academic; the kind that counselors give to their clients because they only care that hour or two that are paid for and after that they don’t want to hear from them.

When you first started, you wanted to save everybody and you actually believed that you were going to do so. Then you had your first death and it left you with a sour taste in your mouth and a really bad memory to revisit every night. After that, death became familiar, expected; dead bodies start piling up on your desk, to the point of you taking them home to let them rot under your pillow, under the mattress, under the rug, inside every cabinet and drawer, outside your door. Sleeping no longer comes with ease, if at all.

It took you years to realize that you have the power to let them live or hear them die. By your voice, by your words they either rise or fall.

Turns out that apathy is really not the best thing to have when you have the lives of others in your hands.

Excerpt:
From Chapter 6:

It is during one of these nights of hearing one of your friends complaining about her husband’s spending habits that you cave in. “There was this one dude once who called at work.” Your raise your voice, to shut down your friend who thought her discussion of her husband’s knack for spending hundreds of dollars in sports equipment and memorabilia was interesting to you. The table goes silent, eyes widen with interest; this is the very first time you have spoken with anybody about a specific case and they had been prying for years already for any sort of information. “His wife had spent all the money at a casino; he was pissed off.”

You look at their expressions and smile for a moment, finally finding that much needed release. As much as you can confide in your colleagues, the conversations never really explore the case; you only actually share cryptic information that protects the client’s confidentiality and then a “Yes, I understand” followed by a hearty nod is the usual response.

“The dude decides to beat the crap out of her with his son’s bat. He was about to kill her and he called so we could stop him, but not from killing her; he called so somebody would stop him from killing himself.” Your friends have now forgotten about their meals, they all sit at the edge of their chairs, looking intently at you. “The police was called; the dude was busted, spent some time in jail. The woman survived although she had to go through some major surgeries because her face ended up all fucked up, no teeth left, lost an eye, and had to get a metal plaque on her parietal lob. Of course she took the kid with her.” 137 phone calls after Mary, you remember correctly.

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Title: Behind Closed Doors
Story Type: fan fiction (Madame Secretary)
Rating:NC-17
Genre:drama/romance
Status:in active
Summary: 's assistant, Blake Moran's life. He does his best trying to keep his love life private, but just how long will that last? I do not known any characters from the TV show. The only character I own is Chris. Titles for chapters are randomly chosen song titles. Based on characters from my other favorite TV show, Madame Secretary.
Excerpt:Chris didn't particularly like this plan that Blake had but she did love him and if keeping their relationship a secret for the time being, then she would go along with it. She was coming out of the shower in Blake's apartment just as he was walking into the bathroom. "Perfect timing," he smirked.

Chris quickly grabbed her towel and wrapped it around herself. "Don't you knock?"

"First of all it's my shower," he went over to her and untied her towel, letting it fall on the floor. "And second, it's not like I haven't see you naked before," he said kissing her.

Chris pulled away, "Not that I don't want this, but we do need to get ready for the gala."

Blake trailed his fingers down her body, "We can spare a little time for a little fun."

"Didn't you get enough earlier? That's the whole reason I needed the shower," she smiled kissing him.

"I have an even better idea," he said stripping off what clothing he had on, "Let's shower together."

Link to story: http://www.mibba.com/Stories/Read/601576/Behind-Closed-Doors/