Tales of Endurance -Chapter 27Chapter Twenty Seven.Tales of Endurance -Chapter 27 by glitter-gulch
As soon as Frank was back at school, Gerard found himself falling back into old habits. Some days he would do nothing but stay indoors and sleep, simply because he felt he needed to. If he thought too much, he was sure he would go crazy. Other days when his mind was clearer, he'd sit at his desk with his sketchbook. Having something to show for his day made him feel a lot better. Too often when Frank would come over, he'd tell him all about his day at school, and Gerard would have nothing to tell him in return except that he'd slept through most of it.
One morning when he felt particularly good, however, unusually alert and confident, he'd applied for college. Just one; the closest one, but he didn't expect to hear anything back, and still hadn't. He wasn't sure he even wanted to hear back. He thought that applying was the important part, at least that's what Frank had said. And that's what he kept telling himself every time he started worrying about
so lovely.lovely, lovelyso lovely. by cosmoholic
is how i read your lips
with lashes fluttering
to pass along butterfly kisses
and a twitch of your smile
knowing all too well
my heart was held still
lovely, just so lovely
is how i felt
warm and cold
shuddering to decide which
and burning skin
was so confused why
lovely, oh lovely
is how i thought you were
maybe i was wrong
or just a bit persuaded
and molded against you
Battlefield A Ferard Fan FicBattlefield A Ferard Fan Fic by MusicalyDifferent
I watched as Gerard said goodnight to the amazing crowd. He blew them kisses and told them all to be safe and come to see us again. He was so beautiful, the crowd was so beautiful, and hell everything was beautiful to me right now. I looked down at Gerards left hand and saw the lights bounce off the silver band that matched the one on my left hand. I looked down at the hand that rested on my guitar and then over at the man of my dreams.
Chapter One: Hot as Fuck
Riddle me this, Brian, our manager said coming on the bus. Why the hell dont you stinky ass mother fuckers wash your fucking clothes? He asked, picking up a pair of what looked like Gerards dress pants off the floor. I smirked one before going back to sewing a patch on my jeans.
I asked them that same question yesterday. Ray said, coming out of the back room where he and Gerard have been locked in for the past hour.
Tell the driver to stop at a laundry mat that will let
Plastic chopsticksThe tea was sweet. A sweet so pungent that I could only just stand it, coated thickly on my tongue. It tasted of fruits fallen from a tree that seemed to sprout in the midst of an oasis and honey so sweet it would make a baby shine a toothless grin at its overworked mother. And the restaurant was small and wooden, as though I had stumbled into a world separate of busy streets and tasteless white faces bobbing in crowds. The music was simple, to the point of beautiful irritation and the girl in front of me was stunning. And though she had a lover and I, a fixation, we both smiled and laughed. I stared at her freckles, crinkled my toes in my shoes and wished for sand. And suddenly it was hot and she was in a black bathing suit and my eyes lingered on curves I longed to touch. But when I woke in her bed, fully clothed and tangled in zebra sheets, I remembered the sharp pain of a love I had already lost- becoming too afraid to ask her name once more.Plastic chopsticks by DropTheDaggerx
Little White Lies.White.Little White Lies. by cosmoholic
Franks favorite color wasnt even one; but instead one without hue, but the extreme shade of gray opposite of black. It reminded him of his down comforter he hugged ten or more years ago, the blanket pulled up to the bridge of his nose when the lights were flicked off and the moon rose outside. White; the color of his room, the numerous dresses his mother wore in summer, vanilla ice cream, blank pages in coloring books, cotton fields, clean socks. He loved them all.
The trip to the doctors office was an enjoyable experience for Frank, the puffy white cotton balls and tight bandages all the same color. All clean, all fresh. White was Franks comfort color.
Everything was sterile, and white, and orderly, and Frank loved the plain hospital gowns and the clear machines and tubes. The tiles, so spotless that his reflection bounced as he walked down the hallway mimicked one of those in a mirror (his favorite, with the chipped white porcelain edges).