NattieCherrie, Ann Vincent

Things were going well - or not? At least they should be. Maybe if everything were easier, I wouldn't have attitudes like that and maybe I wouldn't do that to anyone. But this would not be me. I know those also had dreams and some feelings, but to me none of that mattered anymore. [...] It was like a drug for the addict, a need that the more you had, the more you needed. So you can say, in fact I was. I needed this as I have an addiction to what I do.

NattieCherrie

Gerard is in trouble, and on a suggestion from his psychiatrist he goes to a clinic to try to improve his coexistence with people. (Okay, that was ridiculous. I'll write something better soon.)

Cross Killjoy

Although boys my age prefer some pornography to shake their pants, in suggestive movements, naturally governed by their adolescent hormones, throughout the night, in the absence of their parents; I just manage to entertain myself with mysteries, blood and stupid dialogue, between characters that don't constitute the slightest iota of charisma and reputation. Nice to meet you, Frank. And no, I don't have any kind of interest in, and/or admiration for, the Twilight Saga. Although, I confess to you, I have a slight fondness for vampires.

LideColafati

After all, which side will Sam be on? The Hunters' or Beckett's?

Luana Lee

She looked into the void. Scared and surprised eyes, but even so, she managed a slight smile of pleasure. Because only she saw him? What was wrong with your head? How could she be creating such a strong feeling for someone not even real? Not even she herself believed in her sanity...

tory m

I don't know if they wanted me there, if I would make any difference or if it was important to make it all work. But I liked it, it felt good to be in that place, amidst the drinks, the cigarettes, the tears and the laughter, even if as an adjunct. I didn't want to sing, I didn't know how to get an A minor with Pansy and I didn't even get close to the sticks, but helping with the costumes and makeup was enough for me. Making coffee or cursing them for a pair of underwear in the middle of the bus was what brought me humanity, brought me peace. They told me I was the fire, and I was the wind that inflamed them even more. As arrogant and self-centered as it may be, I was the bridge that connected them and also separated them. I showed them paradise and also the dark side of all perfection. ~Threesome x Frerard x MCR and that's it.