The Reverend Tholomew Plague by Vampretta-tm, literature
Literature
The Reverend Tholomew Plague
It never happened like this, this thing between me and Brian. And I mean never. Usually on tour if I so much as looked at him in that way I was out on my ass and had to bunk with Johnny at the other end of the bus. We had been sat in the hotel bar drinking with Matt, Johnny and the Berries 'til late. I threw in the towel first due to jetlag and general weariness. For once we had actually booked individual rooms as we were being joined by the girls the next day. I could still hear the guys from my room as I slipped out of my show gear, dropping my jeans, underwear and shirt in a pile on the bathroom floor. They were hooting with laughter, prob
Heart-Shaped Bubbles by Angel-Eyed-Vengeance, literature
Literature
Heart-Shaped Bubbles
Heart-Shaped Bubbles (Zimmy):
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Zacky Baker walked through the crowded grocery store, pushing a full cart in front of him. Sitting in the little seat, swinging her legs and clutching tightly to her favorite stuffed animal, was his 3-year-old niece Parker Haner, daughter of his best friend and bandmate Brian Haner and his baby sister Keziah, better known as Ziah.
"Uncle Zacky?" Parker called, gripping onto one of his hands.
"What is it, Parkie?" he asked, smiling down at her as he gave her little hand a squeeze.
"I love you," she smiled up at him, her chocolate brown eyes sparkling.
It was late November when I met him. I'd just left an infuriating meeting with the fat cats at Nickelodeon; they had seen the pilot episode of my short animation 'The Breakfast Monkey' and were interested in running a trial series on their network. At this point illustration and art was my entire life, so, in spite of my aversion to anything commercial, I gave it a chance. Bad idea. I'd turned up in my best suit, my raven hair slicked back and my original sketches in a large plastic folder. I'd even caught the first train to New York at 5.45AM despite the meeting not starting until 9.30. For possibly the first time in my life it seemed I look
Sometimes you cry in your sleep, like you're dreaming of a memory you'd rather forget. You touch my hips like they could break, and kiss my fingers when you're sad. I can't make you better; you're fucked for good. I like that you touch me like I'm delicate, like you're scared that your fingertips will rub away at my skin and muscle until all you're holding is bones. I wish that I could keep you, but you're a wildcat with jagged edges sharp enough to draw blood. No one can have you. Not even me.
These are the reasons by SerenadingInsanity, literature
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These are the reasons
***NOTE: If you don't want to read the whole thing, the completed list is at the bottom. (: ***
Reasons why Ray Toro is possibly the most amazing human being on the face of the planet:
1) The hair. It's so pufftastic.
"Really man?" Gerard turned to me, a look of disgust on his face.
"What?" I asked, confused. I mean, I had to start somewhere, right?
"The 'fro? Is that seriously all you can think of?"
"How 'bout this." Mikey snatched the notebook from my hands and started scrawling. After a few minutes, he threw the notebook back down between me and Gerard and sat back, pleased with whatever he wrote.
Reasons why Ray Toro is po
10 Ways to Annoy Jacob Black by nikatil, literature
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10 Ways to Annoy Jacob Black
10 Ways to Annoy Jacob Black
10. Never use English around him instead, bark.
9. Call him a space heater.
8. Tell him that dogs make good pets, not good partners.
7. Ask him if he has RSVPed to the wedding yet.
6. Inform him that real men sparkle.
5. Walk up to him and claim you have imprinted. Say you love him and demand his paw in marriage.
4. Tell him that even though he may run at a boiling 108.9 degrees, Bella doesnt find him hot.
3. Inquire as to how Leah is and if he dreams about Sam the way Leah dreams about Bella.
2. Ask him if he likes to do things doggy style.
And the Number One way to annoy Jacob
All this time,
Its been me being the one whose sorry.
The one thinking everything went wrong because of me.
Well those thoughts all wash away now.
Ive woken up,
Now youre the one who deserves to get the blame.
How stupid I was for chasing after you after those things you said.
What was I thinking writing all those poems to you?
Telling you I loved you.
Telling you I needed you.
Begging for one more chance.
Promising you that Id change.
What the hell was I doing?
You dont deserve to have me crying over you.
Those words of hate you threw at me,
The shoulders you turned while I fell to the floor.
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