Story Pimping Thread

Title: In Our Hearts, We Must Carry On
Story Type: Fan-fiction/Semi-autobiographical
Rating: R
Genre: Drama, angst.
Status: Active.
Summary: The Outsiders fanfic.

"That sense of admiration welled up inside of her again. She was cool in her own right, seemingly detached from society as if the goings-on of high school were beneath her. But Dallas Winston was another story: he actually didn’t care."

Cherry gets more than she asks for when she spends a night with Dally.

This does deal with abortion so if you are uncomfortable with that, please do not read.

Excerpt:

She pulled her light purple quilt over her head and groaned into her pillow. She wouldn’t think of Friday night anymore. She wouldn’t think of the way his weight felt on top of her, the way her skin almost glowed in the moonlight, their bodies wet with sweat. The way they knew what they other needed, a forbidden call and answer. She certainly wouldn’t think of how his pants fit just right and his black shirt hugged his skin and the way his hands were rough and his lips were so soft and- NO. No. Her hands clenched the sheets in frustration. She wouldn’t think like that. She couldn’t. She would forget last night ever happened, as she knew he would.

She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t lonely. Sometimes she wanted more out of life than beer blasts on the bottom of the riverbed, or having meaningless conversations just to be saying something. Bob still wanted her but she wasn’t ready for another round with him. However, she regretted Friday night immensely, no matter how fun and exciting it was. Hurting Bob was the last thing she’d ever want to do, and she had played a dangerous game. She wasn’t wrong, telling Ponyboy she hoped she’d never see Dallas again, but she had, and luckily, escaped unscathed. That was more than most girls could say. She had a plan and Dallas Winston was not part of it.

Title: Emergency
Story Type: Original fiction
Rating: PG13
Genre: Romance
Status: One-shot, completed

Summary:
"If you thought I'd leave, then you were wrong 'cause I won't stop holding on.
This is an emergency, so are you listening?
And I can't pretend that I don't see this.
It's really not your fault that no one cares to talk about it.
Cause I've seen love die way too many times when it deserved to be alive"
– Emergency by Paramore

Excerpt:
Stephanie ran a hand through the blonde hair that curtained her face and pulled it all to one side. She bit her lip subconsciously and shrugged. "I would probably be jealous of us, too," she noted with an innocent smile, though feeling the mildest bit guilty. Stephanie sometimes felt bad that it was partially at her fault when Tyler's relationships always fell out because of her. She knew that they were just friends, really, just friends, that's all they had ever been. And Stephanie knew what an amazing guy Tyler was, so it was a terrible shame that none of the girls he dated could ever truly appreciate that.

"Who needs her anyway?" Stephanie added out of habit, "I've got you and you've got me." She poked him in the chest and gave a nod of affirmation.

A laugh slipped through the boy's lips, causing Stephanie to smile when he nodded in agreement. A split second later he quirked an eyebrow, "you know, you say that every time, but when am I gonna get to be the one asking you the same thing?"

Stephanie let out a bark of a laugh. "As if, Ty." Sure, she had had crushes here and there, she'd kissed a few boys and went on a few dates, but unlike Tyler, she had never been in an actual relationship. It wasn't that she was scared of commitment or that she just liked to get around as some people would assume, there had simply never been anyone worth getting involved with past that just-a-friendly-crush phase. Well, it shouldn't be said that there was nobody worth it, she had unadmittedly thought up scenarios of what it would be like had her and Tyler ever gotten together. But that was just silly thinking. Nothing serious.

Title: High School Drama
Story Type: Original Fiction
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Teen/Romance/Drama
Status: In Progress

Summary:

There are nine students in the theater class this year, and together they have to navigate the dramas of Shakespeare and high school... Neither one is going to be easy.

A modern take on The Breakfast Club, High School Drama is a story from the point of view of all walks of life, from the popular crowd to the not-so-popular, showing that not everyone is what they seem...We all have our secrets.

Excerpt (Chapter One):

~Eloisa~

Another stupid year of high school. At least it was my senior year, I told myself. Only nine short months until summer and then sweet escape to college! No more parents, no more curfews, and definitely no more Antonia Harper, the bane of my existence at Washington High. Toni was all smiles and shiny hair until you turned your back—then the claws came out.

Her boyfriend, Thad Johnson, didn't seem to notice, however, and was draped over her shoulders and around her little finger as usual when the first day of school rolled around. The power couple waltzed in like they owned the place. Hell, they did the place. I knew for a fact Thad only passed the eleventh because his coaches let him. Can't have the star player ineligible for football season. No sir. That would be scandalously tragic. Toni wasn't much better, of course. Rumor had it she slept with Mr. Oaken for a B-minus in Trig. Talk about stupid; if I was going to sleep with the guy, I'd want an A!

Behind the shining stars slunk in the twins, Lux and Nyx Everst. Lux skipped a few steps ahead to fall into step at Toni's side, as usual, pretending she had no affiliation with her darker twin sister. Nyx didn't seem to notice or care, headphones in her ears and hood pulled up over her head, watching the floor as she went to her locker.

Her locker was next to mine. She didn't even look at me as she stuffed her book-bag into the slender metal cage, pulled out a sketchbook, slammed it shut and stalked off again. Nice to see you too, Nyx. We'll catch up later I muttered.

I checked my schedule one last time, smiling when I saw the slot for seventh period. Drama. Something to look forward to, I told myself. It'd be good to see Mrs. M again, too. Maybe finally I'd get cast in the lead role, now that the golden girl Alexa Duggert had graduated. A girl could dream...

But first I had to tackle English IV

Title: Teen Witch
Story Type: Original fiction
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Paranormal
Status: Chaptered, ongoing

Summary:
After Eve Sawyer takes in a strange cat, her life gets pretty weird. Sudden headaches, a huge freak storm, and dreams that seem more like memories all lead up to finding out she's actually a witch—and not the only one. Now she must not only figure out how to control her powers, but what they're for.

Excerpt:
An announcement went over the intercom Tuesday morning, but no one had seen Alice since Friday. Alice Parker, 16, was discovered missing from her bedroom Saturday morning by her twin sister Mary. By Monday, word was out among the upperclassmen that something was wrong. Alice was in my homeroom English class, and when the moment of silence for the Parker family went over the intercom during the normal announcements, all eyes were on her empty desk. No one said anything. Someone stifled a cough.

Creighton isn't that big of a town. A girl goes missing the first week of the new school year, people are gonna' take notice. I think most of us expected a body to be found by the end of the week. On top of that there're the details of the disappearance. Alice's bedroom door and windows were apparently all locked from the inside and nothing was out of place. Her homework for the weekend was half finished and still sprawled out on her desk. It really was as if she just disappeared into thin air.

"Hey Eve, whatcha readin'?" a voice asked over my shoulder.

"Oh, hi April," I said. I filed my clipping of the newspaper article back into my folder with the others and covered them with a scrap piece of paper. "Just, uh, y'know. Going through my papers."

April's short. She had to sit on her knees in her chair to be able to lean over far enough to reach my desk. A glittery blue gel pen was perched behind her ear and I could smell her cinnamon gum a mile away. She smacked it a couple of times and just grinned at me. April's been my best friend since fourth grade, but I'm pretty sure even she'd think my little collection of crime articles was a bit ... morbid.

Title: He Loves Me Not
Story Type: Fan-fiction
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance, Drama, Teen
Status: Chaptered, in progress

Summary:
Norah is a troubled teenager who is secretly and obsessively in love with her sister Sarah’s boyfriend, Tom (Hiddleston). Sarah constantly worries about her younger sister, who is struggling with depression and anxiety, and one night, after a long evening at a charity event, Tom decides that he has had quite enough of Norah’s at times reckless and what could be considered rather selfish behaviour. He reveals a new side of himself as he desperately tries to help Norah break her vicious circle of self-destruction and open her eyes to the beautiful things in life. Could he be Norah’s knight in shining armor? Or will his efforts prove to be all in vain? Is his mere presence actually doing more harm than good? Could he ever love her the way she loves him?

Excerpt:
When Tom came back, Norah was both relieved and annoyed by Sarah’s way of practically clinging to him all the time. It meant that he didn’t get the chance to talk to Norah alone, which was both a relief and a disappointment. Norah had missed their little talks, even the ones when he had been displeased with her. She found him painfully attractive no matter what mood he was in or what words left his lips. It had been a relief to not have him around and be constantly reminded of what she couldn’t have. She had tried so hard to forget about the feelings she had for him by ignoring his texts and calls. But once she saw him in person, all her effort proved to be for nothing. Norah couldn’t help but feeling jealous as Sarah couldn’t seem to keep her hands off Tom. It was as if she subconsciously knew about Norah’s feelings for Tom and did it in order to show to whom he belonged.

Norah glared at her sister’s hand on Tom’s thigh as she changed the song on her phone. She felt the urge to just open the door and get out of the moving car, but decided against it once she realized that it would probably kill her. She didn’t like the prospect of being the third wheel in the middle of nowhere, especially not in a place with bad internet connection. With a sigh Norah began to play a game on her phone, desperate for any sort of distraction from the disgustingly cute love couple in the front seats of the car.

Promoting, because why not, because its back.

Title: 365 Days.
Story Type: Fiction
Rating: R
Genre: Romance, Teen, Drama
Status: rising from the dead. after 3 years. oops <3
Summary: Typical cliche... not quite so ending.
Jock, Artist
Rebel, Right
Guy, Boy
Carefree, Eager,
Living, Dying.
Love can be passionate. Life can be beautiful.
But Love can be lustful. And Life can be short.
Alert: Really strong, cliche, fluff.

Excerpt {Yes, this is the formatting, }:

Title: Always Want To Feel This Way
Story Type: Original Fiction
Rating: R
Genre: Romance, Drabble
Status: Active, 2 chapters posted
Summary:

“You were almost twenty-two, and I freshly eighteen, that summer we spent together. The rich boy, the poor girl, a seemingly never-ending summer by the sea. It's a cliché, I know. But it's our cliché.

Excerpt:

I had my first brush with mortality when I was nine-- a car crash on Main Street, right in front of the store. Three people killed, a handful of injuries, twisted metal, spilled gasoline leading to a giant fire-- it was a brutal one. The day had been so still and quiet before the sound of screeching tires and screaming cut through the air. I never quite forgot that moment, when something in my neat little life felt like it had been thrown off-course.

I hadn’t thought about that accident in years. But as I watched you walk out the shop door, ruffling your hair with one hand and balancing your snack in the other, I was nine years old again. Standing in the door of the shop, watching ambulances roll in and flames lick the sky, as I realized something had changed.

Title: The Murder Club
Story Type: Original fiction
Rating: R
Genre: horror/crime
Status: Completed; 17 chapters

Summary:
It started as a joke. Teenagers are morbid. We thought it would be fun to dress up in masks & scare the shit out of people we didn't like. But then, as these things so often do, everything got fucked.

It was a joke.
It was an accident.
It was the end of everything.

Excerpt:
We skulked along the edges of shadows like nightmares. Our eyes glittered like dead stars behind our animal faces. Lesley had gym class the same period as Amanda. She had been eavesdropping in the locker room; that's how she knew when and where to place the notes, and that's how she knew Amanda would be walking home alone late that night. Lesley had given us bats and kitchen knives. Except for Wolf. He had a switchblade that he always carried. We stepped out onto the empty sidewalk behind Amanda's slender form. We were clothed in black; black jeans, black hoodies pulled all up as far as they would go.

"Roses are red, violets are blue," Lesley singsonged in a child-like voice. Amanda froze. I hadn't known a human body was capable of standing that still. Then she turned, as though in slow motion. Her eyes were wide, terrified, even in the dim light of the moon. We had been sure to step into the open in a gap between street lights. Amanda began to tremble. She shook so hard I could hear her teeth chattering.

"What-what do you want?" she asked, her voice so meek and timid.

"The Reaper needs one more, and he's chosen you. Slut," Lesley added. She moved her knife from one hand to the other, slowly, making sure that Amanda could see it.

http://www.mibba.com/Stories/Read/609918/Beyond-The-Closet/
Title: Beyond The Closet
Story Type: Fanfiction
Rating: PG - 13
Status: Active
Summary: Mary Gibbs had finally made it. She had graduated top of her class and been awarded the most imaginative for her creative sketches and writings. She was excepted to the school of her choice back in her home town after leaving her past nearly 10 years ago. She was finally moving on with her life until she meets her new college roommate, Lilo, and her weird dog. All of a sudden, she finds herself right back where she was when she was a child, chasing after Lilo's dog to save him from a new alpha monster at Monsters, Incorporated.
Excerpt:

Something told Mary that Lilo still was hiding something about her dog. He didn't look normal, deformed even. One of his front teeth was chipped slightly and he sat, panting on four legs next to Lilo.

"Okay..." was all that Mary could mumble. Her heart was still racing after Stitch leaped at her. "Uh, yeah. Okay, it's fine."

"Great!" Lilo jumped up, leaving her dog to sniff around Mary in a circle as she opened the sliding door to the small closet provided. "I wish this closet was bigger."

"No, you don't." Mary blurted. Crap, what was she thinking? Lilo glanced at her quizzically, leaving Mary to come up with a quick excuse for her statement. "I just mean that more closet space would leave less room space, obviously."

Lilo laughed and grabbed Mary with one of her large hands, pulling Mary next to her. "We're going to get along just fine!".

Yeah, Mary thought. Just fine...

Title: Chaos
Rating: NC-17.
Word Count: 2383
Pairings: Chaos & Selena - both are OC's.

Summary: He loved destruction. She loved him.

Excerpt:

"It's almost like I'm a celebrity," a deep voice suddenly spoke and Selena gasped as she realized a dark figure had been standing there calmly leaning on the balcony rail, his back turned to her.

"Luc..." she whispered.

"Sel," he replied, his tone laced with a hint of sarcasm.

"What are you doing here?"

"Oh, just in the neighborhood you know. Thought I'd stop by," he answered amused while Selena shivered at his demeanor.

"You're destroying the city," she spoke carefully while his eyes had turned to look at her.

"I know,"

"People are dying,"

"I know. But it's just what I do," he reasoned simply while she only stared at him. She knew it was futile to try to convince him to be good or do good, the person she once knew to be kind had grown cold. She had watched a shell of him emerge as all emotions and empathy died off. This new person had rather live off destruction, fear, and chaos. The villain so to speak.

*Don't read if you don't like reading very detailed sex.

Title: Under Your Skin
Rating: PG 13
Genre: Fantasy, Romance
Status: Working on it
Story Type: Fanfiction

Summary: Bella moves to Forks, Washington to live with her father. There she encounters small-town rumors about the Cullen family. As it turns out, they’re a family of selkies and Edward, the youngest, has a crush on Bella.

Excerpt:

"A few days later the Cullen kids showed up somewhere along the interstate. Alone. Now the dad’s missing too, right? So the cops interview all the Cullens individually, of course, and they’re all telling the same story. They say they were camping near a lake and sometime during the middle of the night, their dad must have just waded into the water and never came out. Can you believe that? They said he just walked in and drowned himself. Crazy!"

It's been a while, but thought I'd post here again

Title: The Aviators
Story Type: Fan Fiction
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Drama, Romance

Status: Updated!

Summary: "You can never tell what he is thinking. That one thing always gets to me. He wears those goddamned aviators all the time. Not that I have any right to complain. He does what he wants. He owns me."

Matthew Sanders is nothing like any of Valary's previous owners. He is a man of integrity, great patience, tenderness, and a heartening joy.

Being in a famous band, Avenged Sevenfold, one would think he'd be an arrogant, hard man. But, Val finds that he is the one person in her life that she is willing and proud to call her Master.

This is their story, from the point of view of a young woman who learns who she really is and what life is really supposed to be about.

Excerpt: Not from latest update

“Val.” My name on his lips always makes me smile, most of the time. This time I just look down again. He shifts next to me. “I know I keep asking you this, but you do trust me, right?”

I laugh softly, shaking my head. “From the beginning, Matt. Since the first day…” I lean into him more. His fingers brush through my hair as I close my eyes and continue to murmur. “You’ve proven more worthy of my trust every day; it’s hard to believe that this is my life.”

He sighs. “Then you realise you don’t have to worry.” He gives a rough laugh. “You know, Brian reckoned if murder were legal…”

I blink, catching the wry note in his voice, glancing up to see if he’s serious. “He said what?” Matt’s dimples show then and I sense he’s teasing. But, I repeat my question.

Matt laughs this time giving full voice to it, deep, guttural. “We won’t take matters into our own hands. JD and Robert said they’ll take it all up with the authorities.” The edge to his voice tells me he doesn’t really like that idea, but I guess even he has to put his trust in people sometimes. And those two have been a surprise, but I’ve mentioned that already.

I decide to change the subject. “Will you guys go back to recording the album?”

Matt shakes his head, leaning back and staring up at the sky. “Not until this all blows over. You’re my priority right now.” He looks at me hard. “The music? That’s not going anywhere. I need to make sure you stick around permanently too.”

I blush so hard at his words. I don’t even know why. But, hearing him say that? I think that just made the moment.

--

Title: In The Mood For Love
Story Type: original fiction
Rating: R
Genre: drama
Status: ongoing
Summary: It hurts, but she can take it
Excerpt:
A sigh escaped her lips as she collected herself, smiling bitterly for a second at how silly she must have looked, trying to appear decent with dried blood staining her lips and red marks that would turn into bruises on her neck and chest. But there was no point in trying to hide them now and it was easier to just make up a story about how she had fallen in the shower or some other ludicrous tale to explain her beaten face that, of course, the male knocking on her door wouldn't believe.

I'll give this a try...
Title: Gods and Monsters
Story Type: Fan-fiction (Marvel)
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance, action, science fiction
Status: Active
Summary:
“Get down, Tony,” Libby said, her voice was low and hoarse as it rolled across the sky like thunder. Her eyes were closed, and her face was oddly calm. Peaceful even.

“You won’t hurt me,” he said, more to himself than her.

“I will if you’re too close,” she told him, softly, as her brows scrunched with worry.

Tony watched, his eyes wide as he tried to take everything in. He couldn’t understand any of the shouting from the others on the ground below, and he couldn't understand what she was doing with the Tesseract. He only knew that, somehow, the Battle of New York was about to take a turn for the worst.

“What are you?”
Excerpt: (from chapter 4)
“Mags,” she softly said, “I’m fine. You don’t have to worry about me.”

“Anyone else-”

“But I’m not anyone else,” she reminded him as she stepped away. Her voice picked up in pitch as she spoke, “It was for the best, so there’s no use in being upset or crying over it. I’m fine. It’s spilled milk.”

“Norrie,” he grabbed her and held her close. “You don’t have to lie to me.”

“I’m not,” she said. “I meant it. I’m not upset.”

“You should be,” he looked down at her with concerned eyes. “It’s alright to be upset.”

Libby shoved away from him and turned her back. “I don’t need a savior, I’m fine.”

“You keep saying that, but Nor it’s alright if you aren’t.”

“Well of course I’m not alright,” she snapped as she turned. “But as far as things get for me, I’m fine. I’ve been worse. I don’t need a shoulder to cry on or someone to depend on. I’m fine.”

Max grabbed her arm and turned her. He said, “I know, Nor, I know.”

“I’m fine,” she repeated, more to herself than to him. “I’m fine.”

He ran his hand through her hair and nodded.

“I know, Nor, I know.”

Title: A Rockstar Christmas Carol
Story Type: Fan Fic
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Fanfiction/Humor/other
Status: In Progress

Summary: Based off of Charles Dickens Classic 'Scrooge' or 'A Christmas Carol' is a story with a twist. Meet Louis Tomlinson: a predecessor for Simon Cowell. He is miserable, dismal and only 34 years old. His life hasn't been easy granted that, but it's about to get a whole lot more complicated when Louis is faced with his old boss and three ghosts that won't just leave him the hell alone.

However, there is a deeper purpose for the young bloke and hopefully with the help of three awkward spirits, he can discover the errors of his way and set course on a right path before it's too late.

Excerpt: “Liam? Have the girls made it to their destination for the video shoot?” Louis asked, his lips pursed with annoyance and his cold eyes focused on the pad of paper in front of him.

There was a long pause at the other end; which meant Liam had taken his ear away from the cellphone.

That meant no and no meant hit the decks in Liam’s experience; hence his quick reflex after the initial question.

“LIAM! WHY AREN’T MY GIRLS AT THE VIDEO SHOOT?! I PAY YOUR BUTT TO GET WORK DONE, NOT GIVE ME EXCUSES!” Louis exploded, making the young lad in the chair in front of him jump up and run towards the exit like his pants were on fire.

Title: Come Fly With Me
Story Type: original fiction
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Drama
Status: In Progress

Summary: Meet Sparkle. She's just been offered what some would call the opportunity of a lifetime- the chance to become a flight attendant at in airline of your choosing. Remember, in life, anything can happen.

This is an interactive story in which you will be presented with a choice every so often and that will determine which way your story will go.

Excerpt:

The time until her training class flew by but by the time the first day came, Sparkle was ready and more determined than ever. The training center was a thirty minute drive from home and Sparkle got there early to sit in the parking lot and give herself a pep talk.

"You is kind. You is smart. You is important." She laughed at herself in the rear view mirror. Primping the giant bow on the collar of her starched white shirt, she continued, "You are the beast. Be the beast. No mercy." She got out of the car, straightened her blue tweed blazer and brushed lint from her black pants. Heading for the entrance, she ran her fingers through her curly blonde hair. "One band. One sound."

Title: I Know it's Hard Sometimes
Story Type: Fanfiction (twenty one pilots)
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Drabble
Status: Complete (one-shot.)
Summary: "Is it just me or are the walls closing in again?" (Set in 2013 during the last days of the Save Rock and Roll Tour. Tyler has a panic attack after a show.)
Excerpt:

He blinks and there’s a water bottle in his hand and he’s being led through the maze of hallways and little rooms that make up the backstage, Josh’s arm protectively around his shoulder. He blinks again and he’s sitting on a black sofa in a green room somewhere, a fluorescent light buzzing above him, Josh cross-legged on the floor in front of him, one hand on each of Tyler’s knees.

(Tyler hates this. The attacks, yeah, of course. The fact that Josh seems like he’s come to expect a capital-E episode and knows exactly how to handle it? Even more.)

Series title: The End of the World as We Know It
Story type: Fan Fiction (Glee)
Rating: Varies from story to story. Most are going to be rated "R".
Genre: Drama, horror, action-adventure. Some stories may fall under other genres as well, depending on the story.
Status: On-going. Currently, there are 4 works in it that are posted and completed, with more to come in the future.
Series summary:The end of the world doesn't really feel like the end of the world until it hits you personally. (Glee zombie apocalypse fic)

Excerpts:
From "The Beginning of the End"(story one):

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So, he took to the streets, armed only with a baseball bat and his sai swords and feeling a primal fear like he had never known before, leaving Rachel to hold down the fort in their apartment with whatever else they owned that could serve as weaponry. His primary mission was to head toward Adam’s place and hopefully find him there safe and alive. His secondary mission was to procure more food, some bottled water (‘cause for all they knew their days of clean, running water were limited) and more toilet paper (because hoarding that seemed like a damn good idea all of a sudden.) All of that came second to finding Adam though. God, he just had to find Adam.

Public transport was down so he was in for a long and treacherous walk. So far so good. There were no signs of life or un-life anywhere. Kurt thanked the God he didn’t believe in.

From "Jersey City" (story two):

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“Jersey City, “ Elliott said, “Y’know, we might’ve gone from the frying pan and into the fire here.”

“What do you mean?” Adam asked.

“Well, people got shot a lot here when it wasn’t the end of the world,” Elliott explained, “I’d hate to see how they are now that basically nothing really matters.”

“Maybe they’re all dead already,” Sebastian suggested.

“Yeah, well, dead isn’t always the same thing as gone anymore,” Kurt said.

As if on cue, they heard a zombie run up behind them. Turning quickly, Kurt threw a knife at it, which hit it in the head and left a nasty gash before ultimately landing on the ground. He tried again, and the second knife stuck in the zombie’s shoulder. The creature continued advancing on them, not slowed down by Kurt’s attacks.

Elliot lunged at it and bashed its head with the length of pipe he carried. When the zombie went down, he continued his assault until it stirred no more. Kurt pulled the knife from its shoulder and went to retrieve the other one a few feet away.

Kurt sighed and shook his head. “We really need better weapons.”