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I'm Not Wearing Black Because Somebody Died

I grab a dress out of my closet, feeling a gentle breeze as the skirt swings past my legs. Black. My combat boots, resting at the base of my bed, are adorned with studs placed by yours truly. Black. A lace choker rests on my neck accompanied with a few chains and a set of fangs. Black. A hat completes this look, and as I step outdoors, my neighbor approaches me with am empathetic “I’m so sorry.” Black. I adjust my backpack up onto my shoulders and fix my ring. Nails adorned with polish. Black. The air of Salem smells like freedom, and as I step out to the street, memories begin to overflow into my veins. Black. I hate you and everything you did to me. Everything you said to me. Black. Sensations come next— empowerment, grief relief, calm, acceptance— for I had committed murder. Black. I killed the part of me with any attachments to you. And as I begin to dance down the street, tears of joy fall onto my dress. Death has never been such a celebration.

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I'm Not Wearing Black Because Somebody Died

I grab a dress out of my closet, feeling a gentle breeze as the skirt swings past my legs. Black. My combat boots, resting at the base of my bed, are adorned with studs placed by yours truly. Black. A lace choker rests on my neck accompanied with a few chains and a set of fangs. Black. A hat completes this look, and as I step outdoors, my neighbor approaches me with am empathetic “I’m so sorry.” Black. I adjust my backpack up onto my shoulders and fix my ring. Nails adorned with polish. Black. The air of Salem smells like freedom, and as I step out to the street, memories begin to overflow into my veins. Black. I hate you and everything you did to me. Everything you said to me. Black. Sensations come next— empowerment, grief relief, calm, acceptance— for I had committed murder. Black. I killed the part of me with any attachments to you. And as I begin to dance down the street, tears of joy fall onto my dress. Death has never been such a celebration.

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My One Love Part One

He stared at her from across the rotunda. She was laughing at a perverted joke one of her friends had made, and a bright smile had spread across her face. She turned and hugged one of her friends. She nearly fell to the ground laughing. He was dying to ask her out. He knew that she liked him too, and if he asked her out, she'd say yes in a heartbeat. But he was too scared to say those six little words-will you go out with me. He thought maybe he could get one of his friends to do it. But she didn't like his friends, she would never believe them. He could have one of her friends do it, but she would think they were just trying to screw with

My One Love

Now You See It... Part One

She closed her locker door and walked over to where her friends were. It was 7:15 in the morning, and she didn't feel like being there that early. She dropped her bag and purse on the ground against the wall. She looked all around her at the other students, who were hustling and bustling around the rotunda. Most of the kids she knew, and they got under her skin very easily. People in general had a tendency to piss her off. Meet Jaymee Cotzacano, a high school sophomore who was definitely not what she seemed on the outside. She had jet black hair that went down to her shoulders, and bangs that went down to her eyebrows. She had orange streaks

Now You See It...

Will You Be Mine? Part One

"Who put that locker door there?" Jaymee winced, rubbing her forehead. She had just ran into Marquette's locker door. "Well, whoever built the locker put it there, but I'm the one who opened it," he replied. He closed the door and slung his backpack over his shoulder. "It's not my fault I'm so klutzy," she remarked. "Sure it isn't," Marquette said, "You're constantly running into walls and saying 'Who put that wall there?'." "But that's not my fault," she complained. She passed by someone and almost tripped over their foot. "Now that WAS your fault," he laughed. Jaymee was ignoring him. Her eyes were locked on a guy across the hall. He w

Will You Be Mine?

And Now...Part One

"I'm gonna win!" Jaymee shouted. She flipped over and pressed Marquette's shoulders to the ground. "I don't think so!" Marquette argued. He rolled over and pushed Jaymee the the floor, pinning down her wrists. No, you pervs, it's not what it sounds like. They were at Jaymee's place, waiting for Clint to get home from the grocery store, wrestling in the living room. It's something they would sometimes do when they got bored. Jaymee tried to come back and roll out of his way, but his steel grip kept her in place. Marquette was a lot stronger than he looked. "Told you I was gonna win," Marquette smiled, releasing her wrists from her hands an

And Now...

The Nightmare On Christmas P20

The snow floated down from the clouds, landing on the ground in soft piles. There was a warm feeling in the Cotzacano house, with the fireplace blazing and scented candles in the kitchen. Jaymee and Marquette's parents were in the kitchen, drinking wine and chatting. Clint and Hayden were sitting on the floor in the living room, and Tony was running around the house. She had had WAY too much sugar. Marquette was on the couch, waiting for Jaymee to come back downstairs. She had left to go put on her pajamas. Tony came running through the living room, nearly tripping over Clint and Hayden when she did. "Hey Tony," Marquette called, "I need yo

The Nightmare On Christmas

Where Ends Meet Part 20

Jaymee picked up the can of paint and moved it over against the wall. She set the paintbrush on the tarp and stepped back, admiring her work. Tony had been gone at Harlow's house all day, and Jaymee had decided to surprise her. She had found orange, red, black, and yellow paint in the garage, and decided to paint a giant skateboard on her wall. It was made of red, orange, and yellow flames with smoke coming off the wheels, and the words, "Blazing Flames" written in black letters. Larkin had come by earlier looking for Tony, and when he found out what she was doing, he had added his own personal touch to it. He had taken a golden sharpie and

Where Ends Meet

In The Basement Part 21

Lights flashed. Music blared. Glowsticks were being flung around. People were dancing until they wanted to pass out, and Tony drank so much Pepsi that she thought she was gong to puke. Jaymee and her friends were all having a "rave" party in Tanner's basement. Everybody was having an absolute blast. Mercy, Aimee, Jet, Indigo, Dallas, Flannary, Fletcher, Xander, and Zodiac were all dancing their asses off. Julie and Jasper were making out in a corner, and Artemis and Adam were working a disco ball with Tanner. Arreica wasn't there because she was sick. Harlow, Callista, and Salem were rocking the DJ stand. Judis was with Indigo, and she was t

In The Basement

Photogenetics II

I collapsed back on my bed, taking a long deep breath, as if I’d been holding it in for hours. I pulled my phone out and returned to my photos, pulling the picture up. The same gaping space where Vlad should be was staring me in the face. Was I crazy? I had to be. But I couldn’t be. Henry seemed to know more than I did. I thought about giving him a buzz. The wound was too fresh. I had to let it sit for a while. I kinked my head backwards and stared out my window, my whole world upside down. Leaves were still falling from the trees, and the autumn sun shone in, not enough to blind me. I could see Vlad’s window, shut and co

The Girl Next Door

Spark Of Creativity No. 1

I sit next to him in the lab, shaking and blushing harder every second. My mood ring goes from a happy, serene green to a deep, romantic purple in literally 5 seconds. The guy I'd had a huge crush on for 3 years was sitting right next to me, just the two of us at the table, and it was driving me crazy. Ke knew how I felt, which only made me feel worse. I tapped my pencil on the desk in rythym with the music playing in my head. The purple pencil flew out of my hand and onto the floor, in between our stools. I leaned over to pick it up, and my head hit something hard. I looked up and stared right into Tristen's eyes. He was nice enough to lean

Sparks of Creativity

Be Careful What You Wish For

“Dear God Dad, would you put that away?” I scowled, grimacing at the bong in his hand and the beer can on the table. The condensation was dripping off the sides and creating a ring on the table that, you guessed it, I would have to deal with later. “I’ve always thought drunk and high was a good look for me,” he mumbled, his words slurring together so bad that they all sounded like one. I threw my bag down on the ground and adjusted my garter leggings. “How many more times am I going to have to hear that?” I kicked off my shoes and waltzed into the kitchen, grabbing a cup out of the cabinet and pu

Short Stories

The Pocket Adventures No. 9

The Pocket Adventures-The High Ride Adam-So what it this junk? Shorty-What makes you think I know? Artemis-It's all grass like and strange looking. Shorty-Maybe it's weed. Adam-Like Tony would do drugs. Artemis-You never know. Adam-Why don't we just ask. Shorty-Good idea chocolate buddy! *They climb up to the top of the pocket* Artemis-Rigby? Tony-Yeah? Artemis-What's this stuff in your pocket? Tony-Catnip. Shorty-Catnip? Adam-Why do you have catnip? Tony-…I don't remember… *They crawl back in the pocket* Adam-We should probably get out of here. Shorty-Why's that? Adam-Because eventually, the catnip will make us

The Pocket Adventures

On Tour With BVB-The Missing Chapter

"Dear God!" I groaned as Beck, Zeph, Raq, Abby, the brides and I headed off and went onto the brides' bus, "That was one of the most exhausting shows we've had yet." Everyone else could agree. The crowd in Seattle, Washington, had been particularly insane. Not to mention, the signing had been extremely long. Longer than usual, actually. "You think the crowd in Hollywood or New York City would've been the craziest and have the longest signings," Beck commented. Each of us collapsed somewhere, whether it was on a chair or on the floor. "That's one thing you learn on tour-not every city is what it seems to be," Jinxx told us, "you guys are sti

On Tour With BVB

Down 'N Dirty

Adopted By The Biersack's Epilogue

A few months have gone by since that eventful day, and so many wonderful things have happened since. I’ve finished my novel and am currently sending it in to different publishers. I also wrote a few songs and recorded a duet with Cass. November and Liam got together, and Andy finally told the world of my existence. Let’s just say that my Twitter followers went through the roof. Fall Poisonous was currently doing a tour with Memphis May Fire, All Time Low, and Sleeping With Sirens, and at their Cleveland stop, Cass invited me out to chill with her before the show. “You’re like a sister to me,” she explained, R

Adopted By The Biersack's

Horrorland Part Two

"Mr. Nosidam, you've got to believe me," I pleaded, "I may have a crazy imagination, but everything I write is 100% true. You know that." I shoved the four-page article back in his face, hoping he would read it again and submit it into this week's issue of the school paper. I was in the Teacher's Lounge after school the next day, which is where the school newspaper had its meetings. I had my article ready for that week-it was an article about Horrorland. When I was in my garage with all of those kids the other day, Matt had come up with a plan to get the word about Horrorland out. I interviewed all 16 kids, asking them questions about what t

Horrorland

The Danger of Truth Or Dare P1

The alarm rang. It was 8:30 am. "Today is the day," Jaymee said as she hopped out of bed and ran downstairs for breakfast. Tony and Clint were already in the kitchen. Jaymee went to the cabinet and grabbed the Trix cereal. Suddenly, a banana hit Jaymee, causing her to drop the Trix box. "What gives Tony!?" Jaymee yelled. "No! Trix are for Bill Johnson!" she yelled. Clint laughed to himself, and went on making his waffle with the waffle iron. After breakfast, Jaymee and Clint sat on the couch, watching Tony play the Wii. She was having so much fun...even though the Wii was off... It was 10:47 am now, and Jaymee went to her room to get re

Stories written for me

I'm Not Wearing Black Because Somebody Died

I grab a dress out of my closet, feeling a gentle breeze as the skirt swings past my legs. Black. My combat boots, resting at the base of my bed, are adorned with studs placed by yours truly. Black. A lace choker rests on my neck accompanied with a few chains and a set of fangs. Black. A hat completes this look, and as I step outdoors, my neighbor approaches me with am empathetic “I’m so sorry.” Black. I adjust my backpack up onto my shoulders and fix my ring. Nails adorned with polish. Black. The air of Salem smells like freedom, and as I step out to the street, memories begin to overflow into my veins. Black. I hate you and everything you did to me. Everything you said to me. Black. Sensations come next— empowerment, grief relief, calm, acceptance— for I had committed murder. Black. I killed the part of me with any attachments to you. And as I begin to dance down the street, tears of joy fall onto my dress. Death has never been such a celebration.

Poems

Are They?

Are they good enough? How about now? Any better? No? How about now? Still not enough? What more will it take? Want me to change them some more? What do I do? What do I say? It's still not enough? Poetic enough for you?

NaPoWriMo 2013

Roadie Romance

by Fall Poisonous On the road again, With the backstage kisses. Plans of hits and misses. Business and pleasure, Intertwined into one. It makes it all the more fun. Brought in with a wish, Sealed with a promise. Filled with memories, Stored in my heart. A multitude of I love you's, Shared off the stage. Tour bus car rides, One little wish. A little time to squish. Amplified romance, Making my knees weaker. Booming through the speakers. Brought in with a wish, Sealed with a promise. Filled with memories, Stored in my heart. A multitude of I love you's, Shared off the stage. One more night, Every night with you. Brought in with a wish,

Songs

Photogentics IV

I stood between the boys, the three of us looking back and forth between each other. None of us wanted to be the one to start the conversation. We didn't know how to. Otis rested his foot on Henry's car, relaxing a bit, making it clear that he had nowhere to be and was willing to stand out here for hours. I was the first to break the thick silence. "Well, I don't have anything to say. I just want an explanation for why it's so important that the three of you take me all the way out here to explain why Vlad didn't show up in that photo." Henry and Vlad looked at each other, then at Otis, then at me. Vlad took a deep breath and spoke first. "I

Other

Jacob Miller

Gender-Male Age-18 Skin Color-White Eye Color-Green Hair Color-Brown(light) Height-5'11" Middle Name-Jasper Role in Fall Poisonous-Roadie Favorite Band-Bring Me The Horizon Favorite Color-Red Favorite Food-Steakburger Favorite Drink-Iced Tea Closest Friend-Cass Favorite Hobby-Editing videos Self proclaimed title-The Love Machine One word description-Confident Favorite Song-"Shadow Moses" by Bring Me The Horizon Theme Song-"Crooked Youth" by Bring Me The Horizon Lives With-His parents and brother, Ethan Career-Roadie for Fall Poisonous Favorite song by Fall Poisonous-Roadie Romance Nickname(s)-None Couldn't live without-H

OC's

I'm Not Wearing Black Because Somebody Died by WRITERandPOET, literature

Literature

I'm Not Wearing Black Because Somebody Died

I grab a dress out of my closet, feeling a gentle breeze as the skirt swings past my legs. Black. My combat boots, resting at the base of my bed, are adorned with studs placed by yours truly. Black. A lace choker rests on my neck accompanied with a few chains and a set of fangs. Black. A hat completes this look, and as I step outdoors, my neighbor approaches me with am empathetic “I’m so sorry.” Black. I adjust my backpack up onto my shoulders and fix my ring. Nails adorned with polish. Black. The air of Salem smells like freedom, and as I step out to the street, memories begin to overflow into my veins. Black. I hate you and everything you did to me. Everything you said to me. Black. Sensations come next— empowerment, grief relief, calm, acceptance— for I had committed murder. Black. I killed the part of me with any attachments to you. And as I begin to dance down the street, tears of joy fall onto my dress. Death has never been such a celebration.

Photogentics IV by WRITERandPOET, literature

Literature

Photogentics IV

I stood between the boys, the three of us looking back and forth between each other. None of us wanted to be the one to start the conversation. We didn't know how to. Otis rested his foot on Henry's car, relaxing a bit, making it clear that he had nowhere to be and was willing to stand out here for hours. I was the first to break the thick silence. "Well, I don't have anything to say. I just want an explanation for why it's so important that the three of you take me all the way out here to explain why Vlad didn't show up in that photo." Henry and Vlad looked at each other, then at Otis, then at me. Vlad took a deep breath and spoke first. "I

Photogenetics III by WRITERandPOET, literature

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Photogenetics III

I ran a hand through my hair and reread Henry’s message, pacing back and forth, trying to find a solution. They sure weren’t going to give up easy. I heard a tapping on the side of the house. Probably those two goons trying to get my attention. Ignoring them wasn’t an option, so I figured I might as well try shooing them away. I crossed my bedroom and opened the window. I paused for a moment and waited until the tapping ceased. Cautiously sticking my head out, I peeked out onto the ground to see Vlad and Henry staring back up at me. “Didn’t you get my message?” Henry questioned. I debated throwing the e

Photogenetics II by WRITERandPOET, literature

Literature

Photogenetics II

I collapsed back on my bed, taking a long deep breath, as if I’d been holding it in for hours. I pulled my phone out and returned to my photos, pulling the picture up. The same gaping space where Vlad should be was staring me in the face. Was I crazy? I had to be. But I couldn’t be. Henry seemed to know more than I did. I thought about giving him a buzz. The wound was too fresh. I had to let it sit for a while. I kinked my head backwards and stared out my window, my whole world upside down. Leaves were still falling from the trees, and the autumn sun shone in, not enough to blind me. I could see Vlad’s window, shut and co

Be Careful What You Wish For by WRITERandPOET, literature

Literature

Be Careful What You Wish For

“Dear God Dad, would you put that away?” I scowled, grimacing at the bong in his hand and the beer can on the table. The condensation was dripping off the sides and creating a ring on the table that, you guessed it, I would have to deal with later. “I’ve always thought drunk and high was a good look for me,” he mumbled, his words slurring together so bad that they all sounded like one. I threw my bag down on the ground and adjusted my garter leggings. “How many more times am I going to have to hear that?” I kicked off my shoes and waltzed into the kitchen, grabbing a cup out of the cabinet and pu

Down 'N Dirty w/ Fall Poisonous P2 by WRITERandPOET, literature

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With You by WRITERandPOET, literature

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With You

I fell in love... the sound your shitty 1985 Honda Civic makes when we take road to trips nowhere. the fake laughter you give me when I c/r/a/c/k a cliché joke your bleached hair and split ends your name reminds me of a very nice girl I met in line waiting......... to see my favorite band you order soy milk in your latte and still want whipped cream on top

New Year's by WRITERandPOET, literature

Literature

New Year's

The streets are lined with gold and the city is covered in snow with patrons drinking alcohol from shot glasses filled with glitter. Vegas lights bring nighttime to life for today, nothing can deprive the kids from staying up so late and the teenagers from their kisses. Snow tickles the streets and tree branches as the wind picks up the pace and changes the path of where the passengers loll to escape the cold, oh so bitter. New Year's resolutions already being broken, excited children's windows flying open. A ball drops from the sky to proclaim a new date, the previous year, this material dismisses.

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