Love, and I mean LOVE PJO, HoO, TOA. My Chemical Romance and AJR fan. She/her and he/him. BiSeXuAl. Supporter of LQBTQ+ until I die, so deal with it my homophobic peeps. You are enough, and have a great day. If not, then just read PJO. ✨14✨
Love, and I mean LOVE PJO, HoO, TOA. My Chemical Romance and AJR fan. She/her and he/him. BiSeXuAl. Supporter of LQBTQ+ until I die, so deal with it my homophobic peeps. You are enough, and have a great day. If not, then just read PJO. ✨14✨
Dead, cold January day
in our abandoned baseball field.
The fun we had together, our imagination revealed,
sledding and snow ball fights in a chilly, winter way,
climbing the dead sycamore tree…
everyone but me.
But times advance,
people leave,
one by one, as if by chance.
How ever so naïve…
One found new friends.
One moved away.
One overdosed to fit the trend.
One died to soon in th...
Rain pattered on the soft fabric that made up my umbrella as I sat on the small, wooden bench. Water droplets puddled at my feet, soaking my ragged, black converses. The cuffs of my cargo pants were damp from cold rain. I nervously bounced my knee as I waited for the bus, that would hopefully take me far away from Annapolis.
My left hand fidgeted with the cuff of my army green hoodie, trying to ...
This is truly the end.
The world crumbles to ash,
everyone destined to descend.
No one left, gone in a flash.
But it is fine.
It is alright.
I’m with you, my sunshine.
Together, we will stand through the night.
We dress our finest.
But it matters not,
since it is just us and not a riot.
“We’re going out in style” was our only thought.
Fire engulfs New York.
D.C is burnt to a crisp,...
Cora and Misha both sat across from each other in the dim conference room, papers upon papers piled in front of them. Cora rolled her eyes at the mess, annoyed.
“My father was able to create a new system of government, yet he wasn’t able to keep these records straight,” Cora mumbled in annoyance. Misha nodded his head lightly, agreeing.
“Tell me about it,” he mumbled in his thick, Russ...
In a world full of turmoil after catastrophic World War Three, 19 year old mass murderer, Atlas, has finally been captured by the E.U.P (England’s Undercover Police). While in custody, the king of England, Arnold the second, gives Atlas two choices. The first one will be that he roots in prisoner, awaiting his execution. The second option is to assume the role of a body guard for the king’s 17 yea...
Don’t you just love being kidnapped by lethally insane and mentally unstable psychopaths? I mean, it’s just FANTASTIC. Who doesn’t love a gun being held to your head while you beg for your life in five different languages?
That’s not even the best part. I’ve been kidnapped THREE TIMES. No joke, three times. I guess sociopaths just love 5’0 tall non-binary pals with the tips of their hair black d...
Leo
“Y-You, what?,“ I stuttered, removing my hands from his shoulders.
“I love you,” Israel snapped. “I’ve loved you since I first met you. You make me so fucking happy, Leo! Your the reason I’m gay. And I know that you could never love me the same way, but here I am, telling you anyway.”
How could I be so naive? Now it all made so much sense! When he walked up to me in the lobby, talking on ...
Leo
Ding, ding, ding!
Finally, the bell rang, interrupted my geometry teacher, Mr. Mendoza’s, lesson on all of the major geometric formulas. Quickly, I grabbed the notebook that had been given to me by Mr. Mendoza and walked towards the door, being pushed by other kids.
Once I was out of the small door frame and the flood of students had moved on elsewhere, I made an attempt to find Israel. I...
Israel
“I am fine!,” I insisted. “Really, Flores, I’m fine!” Flores rolled her eyes.
“Israel, you have a broken nose,” she muttered, crossing her arms. “And don’t call me Flores.”
“Okay, Mrs. Gorski, or should I call you doctor?,” I sneered.
“Listen, I’m sorry, but I have to send you home,” she replied, then motioning for the door.
“But my friend needs me here!,” I begged. Flores’ eyes h...