Yes, the title of this pretty aptly describes what I'm writing about; I want to write a horror of some sort, a one-shot, with gore galore. The problem is, I'm stuck for ideas. Everything I begin to write has already been covered by someone, somewhere. I'm asking you for ideas. I want this to be based on a punishment of some sort: higher authorities or vigilantes torturing the shit out of someone...

"Fake faces everywhere I see, fake people looking back at me." It feels like this is my life now, just spinning around in circles looking for something real to run to. I'm a fake, too. Everything is fake, everything is relative. But then, what's real?I turned to numbers in my search for reality. They're the only things that are concrete, pre-determined. If you used numbers, you could either say...

One day, someone asked me... "what's your favorite MCR song?"I giggled like an idiot and told her "all of them, stupid."Every My Chemical Romance song means something different to me... asking me to pick a favorite is like me asking you which of your 48 (approximately) children is your favorite. If you don't know by now, MCR is "the band that saved my life" and I honestly worship the ground they...