|This is my hero|
|This is the first chapter of my first chapter story! It is also frerard, I hope you enjoy! |
CoffinsHe builds coffins. He had spent his life crafting them, not because he had to or because he wanted to, but because he needed to. He had built them since he was little, nothing else had ever seemed as interesting to make. Everyone wanted his coffins, they were works of art. Beautiful, unique pieces of art that were only seen for a short period of time before being laid in the ground. The rich and poor came to him for coffins whenever they needed one; he always wanted to please them.
For years, he’d had his own coffin waiting for him. But now he was making a special one. No one had asked for this coffin, but he made it with love. He took extra time with this coffin, making it the most beautiful one he’d made.
His love, Frank, had always said that he loved his coffins too much. Frank found it morbid how much time Gerard would spend building coffins. But Frank never truly complained, he loved Gerard and accepted that w
CarrickfergusHe walked down the lonely street, at that time of night, there weren't really many people walking about. He was walking out in the cold autumn air because he didn't know where to go. It'd been that way ever since Frank had started dating some girl. Gerard would still go seem him when ever he could but now with her around, his chances had been dwindling. Without Frank, he felt lonely. So Gerard did the one thing he could think of to numb the pain, he drank. He started going to a little irish pub, he started going there so much, that everyone there knew him. Even with how much he went to the little pub, Macintyre's, Gerard still had limits. He was sober a lot of the time, he just drank a lot whenever Frank was with his girlfriend instead of him.
But this night, he was walking to the pub but just couldn't just make himself go inside. He didn't want to drink away everything that troubled him, so he decided to keep walking in the cold ni
EntertainmentI crouch on the branch, my feet curved over the wood. Staring out into the sky, I can see the last few stars cling onto the night. But they disappear as the light of dawn breaks. I lean back against the tree trunk, staring out into the endless sky through the foliage.
I don't know how long I've been sitting here. It was dark when I climbed up the wide trunk. It wasn't my best idea, climbing up a tree to a branch 20 feet up with only the moon lighting my way. But somehow I made it and now I've just been staring out.
I close my eyes and listen to the birds announce the new day. The bird song is always the same, not a note different. I like that. This tree has always been my tree and I like it unchanging. I sit in my tree enjoying the fresh sunlight on my face and smile.
I hear someone call out from below, so I look down. Victor, the tall, broad mad waves his arms at me to get my attention. "Hey Gerard! You're wasting daylight, we have to rehearse," Victor says in his thick r
Letters from No OneHe sat down at the desk, carefully running his hands across the surface. It wasn’t his desk, but the owner was gone. The owner’s brother had looked through the desk and told the man currently sitting there that he needed to see something inside of it. As soon as the man had come into the room that had the desk, the brother mentioned something in one of the drawers and hastily left the room.
Now he was sitting at the desk with his hands resting on the top. He had found out what happened to the owner and things were not looking good. He used to know the owner; they had been friends, good friends, almost more than friends. But that was years ago. Even so, he found it hard to sit at that desk.
Trying to not think too much, he opened the drawer that the brother had mentioned. Inside, the drawer was filled with letters. It was a big drawer, deeper than it was wide and it was filled entirely with letters. Each letter was
Through the WindowI stared out the window, rain pouring down on the other side. I felt empty, lost, like the rain was filling me up. It kept filling me with nothing but pure, empty water. It replaced everything else. A tear fell out of my eye and onto my cheek, it was as if the water had completely filled me and was now overflowing. Closing my eyes, I leaned my head against the glass of the window. It was cold and icy against my forehead, but I didn't move, I couldn't move. The iciness began to radiate and penetrate every inch of my body. Now I was nothing but empty and cold. I put my hand to the window, I could feel the rain pattering against my hand through the window. Another tear fell out of my eye and onto my hand.
A Day for Demons
He awoke to organ music playing in his ears. The organ played dissonant chords. He knew he was the only one who could hear it, but he smiled at the sound anyway. He stretched and paced as he woke up, he hadn’t been awake for quite some time and now he felt like he could barely move. He did what he could to limber up because soon he’d have to run. The dissonant chords continued in his mind.
Soon the dissonances started becoming sweeter and a soft melody began to emerge from the music. He knew the time was coming, and if he didn’t get there soon he’d be too late. The ritual only happened once a year and he couldn’t afford to miss it. He began to walk to the ballroom and the organ music got louder in his ears. The organ music got sweeter and sweeter. He started to run, he had to get there before all the dissonances were gone and there was only the melody left.
Letter to a Lost LoveDo you remember when we first met? I could never forget it, I’m not sure why, you just always stick out in my mind. I don’t remember every detail, but I just remember being surprised by you. I had never met someone like you and you truly interested me. I wanted to know more about you, to be with you. But it wasn’t easy. I was young and had no idea what I could do. I would just see you and occasionally talk and all the while you danced across my mind. I think why you mattered so much to me was because I was more like you than I realized. Of course I didn’t see that then, but now it’s clear. You were something real and true and I needed you to tie me to reality. You were the only one who ever entered my dreams not just once but many times. You had a mystery about you, I wanted to unravel it, but lets be honest I could barely read what was in front of my face.
I never gave myself the chan
My MuseMany have asked me what is the source of my expression,
truthfully you are my long held secret, this is my confession.
For many years now you have been my inspiration, my muse,
I wouldn't have it any other way even if I could choose.
From the moment I lost myself in your eyes of eternal blue,
I couldn't help but surrender as these inner desires grew.
A young man with gentle words, you became my world, my everything,
guiding my hand along the paper, your responsible for the craft I bring.
Loving you was inevitable, you struck me to my hearts very core,
Your the embodiment of life and pain, I couldn't ask for more.
So dark yet so colorful, everything that exudes from you,
awakened this side of me that I never truly knew.
Igniting the fires of creative passion within my very soul,
filling me with such life, giving me an artistic goal.
All the moods, all of the seasons of you that life has to give,
I must express them in some way for as long as I live.
And I shall continue to create with y
Well, when you go
Don't ever think I'll make you try to stay
And maybe when you get back
I'll be off to find another way
When after all this time that you still owe
You're still a good-for-nothing I don't know
So take your gloves and get out
Better get out while you can
When you go and would you even turn to say
"Hey, I don't love you like I did yesterday?"
Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading
So sick and tired of all the needless beating
But baby when they knock you down and out
It's where you ought to stay
Well after all the blood that you still owe
Another dollar's just another blow
So fix your eyes and get up
Better get up while you can, whoa whoa
When you go and would you even turn to say
" I don't love you like I did yesterday?"
Well come on, come on!
When you go, would you have the guts to say
"I don't love you like I loved you yesterday?"
I don't love you like I loved you yesterday
I don't love you like I loved you yesterday
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