slaughter-the-hate

"Were could Crow have gone?" Seto asked as he wandered around the abandoned amusement park. He stared up at the large ferris wheel. These things look like their going to fall over any second, Seto thought to himself. He walked into a grassy overgrown area with a teacup ride on it. He approached the ride with caution. Suddenly, Crow popped his head out from under the seat in one of the cups and startled Seto. "Whaa!" Seto jumped back pointing his flashlight in Crow's eyes. "Hey! Could you shine that thing the other way?" Crow scolded. "Sorry" Seto said lowering his head. "Gees! What kind of manners do you have?" Crow asked annoyed as

   A Dangerous Mind   Author:  ~behindblackskies Pairing:  Phan Rating:  PG-13 I guess Disclaimer:  I do not own Dan nor Phil and I do not know them in person, everything is this fic is fake and it's taken from my imagination. I do not claim anything in this story to be true and nothing happening in this story ever happened in real life. I've done research on the main topic of the story and I claim things about the topic being true. Summary:  Dan is a patient in a mental hospital. He doesn't understand why he is there and doesn't remember any of the events that he has done. His everyday boring life in the hospital changes when a new pat

  It turned out he had three cats that he had never seen in his whole two days of staying. Ryan said they took refuge under his bed once the episodes starting rolling in, and he wasn't sure where in the house they were now.  As he loaded into the car, Ryan had watched him from the porch, his arms crossed. He believed he saw one of the little balls of fur right behind him- a bright redish colour, if not brown. As he retrieved the keys from his pocket and put him in the ignetion, Cry walked toward him.  "Hey, be careful, okay? The roads are slippery, with all the rain over the days..." Cry said as he leaned on the rolled down window of the

 As I shove the very last pill down my throat, I put my headphones on over my ears. And I hear the chorus sing to me as if they are trying to tell me something. "We all fall down, we"ll pick you up.." I swallow down as hard as I can, I try and keep myself from not falling, I look over my shoulder for you to help me but you are not there. "Believe in me, when i"m gone." I smile for a brief moment, as I think of you scolding me up from heaven.I feel your warm hand ontop of my shoulder. I sigh as I lean back onto the bloody floor. I stand up and for the first time ever say "yes." Yes it is ok, to be who I am no matter what other people think, I'

  To those who have suffered..... Gay Rights Suicide By Sasurealian  -       Suicide always seemed like the way to go at the time.  I felt sad, ya'know?  I got this feeling no one cared if I was dead or alive and then I questioned myself every time I was alone to think. Maybe it was because I started to like her.  Yea, 'her'.  There wasn't anything super special about her, but to me she was just so perfect. Oh, did I mention I was a girl?  Hmm, well I am.  Now that we cleared that up I'm sure this will make more sense;  or perhaps l

PART 5 I watched, horrified as I watched Alana's death body fall to the ground. Her body twisted in different directions as her blood began to seep into her clothing. Before I even knew it myself, I had been brought to tears and the fact that I had allowed Vlad to hold me in his arms was significate. Even more so when I had clutched to his sleeve, my vision blurred as Alana's dead body had been roughly picked up and carried on AJ's shoulders. His clear smirk was seem by me when I watched him walk off. Jesse himself had hesitated to walk off, his head turned to me as he began to walk backwards then ran, catching up to AJ. I squeezed her eyes

It's the same old story you've heard it before, the nerd and the hottie, the sinner and the pure. ooposite attracts, but similar sticks, it all just depends on how you get your kicks.

         In the early hours of the morning, the door to a prison built beneath a large home, creaked open, with that it had allowed the shadow of a woman pass. Her footsteps though clumsy and shaky as they were she still remained silent, save for the deep breaths in which she had taken due to the shortage of air of which she had suffered when she had been lashed at earlier. Stomach rumbling in hunger, the woman bit down on her bottom lip which was soft, unlike the rest of her face which was marred with marks and scars and bits of her flesh which was rotting. A soft, high pitched laugh rang throughout the home as she had made her way outside o