[Slash ask before putting on c2] Uh oh! When Modest's father dies, he suddenly finds himself involved in the Russian mob, but to make matters worse he happens to be in love with the Don's son, Nikolai.

[cowritten slash based on true story] Just because both of them are weird in their own rights doesn't mean they can't learn a thing or twelve. Update Schedule: Every Friday back in business!

I have a problem with lying. My love just has a problem with the killing. [slash]

We match each other with my effort because Victor can't sustain himself, but she disrupts the flow and our rhythm goes to pieces. Oneshot MM

Twin brothers and friend, secluded by a mix of illness and choice, have taken to gambling, and the next bet isn't one they were planning on. mm incest

An empress, at that, and how many women would be jealous? Why, all of them, and they will wait upon you hand and foot, shower you in jewels, and treat you as my wife, and so shall I. So says an emperor to a servant boy. Slash MM

After an incident with some wrongly acclaimed sugar, Konstantin Ivankov and Leone Cheshire end up having an accident... and sometimes accidents like to stick around! [slash mm KonstantinxLeone Cowritten with kyriaasimi]

I'm trying to listen, but he won't stop! I want to be obedient. He should leave me alone. [slash oneshot]

[oneshot]The boy in the red coat was crying, and I couldn't stop watching until he smiled.

Is this experiment or pleasure? I'll stand by him either way. [slash oneshot] art trade with xanthofile

He took me to other worlds, but were any of them real? [one-shot; slash]

HIATUS [slash] Glenn got the crappy end of the purgatory job listings, mostly because he cheated his way out of hell. Now he's a genie, and his master even hates that fact.

[Slash/BDSM] There's a man that watches me everywhere I go. He didn't used to talk or touch me, but when he did he claimed me his.

[m/m one-shot] I couldn't get over that need to just watch him. The need to watch became the need to hunt. I wanted him. I got him only once.

Families are known in this neck of the steel jungle to have rivals. Some rival families just don't really know how to properly fight and everyone just loses. Especially if your name is Adlerflugel.

[slash, oneshot] Han takes good care of me. People say I'm really sick. I don't like my medications though - they cause bad things.

Like father like son, they say. I hate mine so much. He even makes me share the same woman as him. [incestual; slash; one-shot]

{M/M COMPLETE} Seph needs help. Serious help. So he's locked in Elmhurt's Mental. Too bad that didn't help, since he fell for the one of the boys at the hospital. Sucks to be him.

Innocence is lost when dreams are.

An angel fell from heaven and broke her spine. [Oneshot. Yet another byproduct of a dream. Is it weird to dream in color? I do. Mom says it's weird.]

Picking up a bottle of alcohol can lead to new revelations, and so can kissing your brother while Papa gets the shotgun. [Slash]

"A rose colored lip sync that just makes their hearts sink" [About a singer who lets his fans down through the life of drinking and sex.]

The fragile creature walked amongst the concrete.

"With a simple tear, the butterfly's wing is under the telescope of a fumbling child who didn't want to touch the dead bugs so she killed the living beauty."

I'm still pregnant with free thought, Masters (Though you took my freewill a long time ago)

"I don't play games with boys like you, so please just go back to your zoo" ..-Poem is more of a childish rant that I find hilarious-

Vlatko is my girlfriend's father, and he lets me stay over at his house, but we have to keep why a secret or else I'll disgrace myself. [Slash, one-shot]

[one-shot] Liana is willing to do anything to save her children, even it it means she has to die.

[One Shot] Bradley "Black Death" Denney likes to screw people over. This time, he decided he'd nail a girl name Tiffany. With a nail gun.

Lapping tongues and blackened breath

The goddess Ixchel has not been happy with me, so I will offer her my blood. [one-shot, not about suicide, based off of Mayan rituals]

(Completed) Julian Naismith lives in a small town called Angel's Eyes that literally pulls someone with differences into a life and death situation. When he falls in love with a newcomer... Can they hide it and live? (Slash)

(Completed) I guarantee though it seems it for the first chapter, this is not your average murder story. There are no cops. There is no hero. There is no definite killer. And the blame…well that one’s up for grabs.

Some people will always refuse to come to terms with who (or in this case what) they are.

Come one come all. Death's got a special room for you that'll take away all your problems... and your breath.

We paint up our dead and put them on parade as a verison of grief listening to how (no matter what) they're 'in a better place now' by the churchman...though I'm yet to find a religiont hat says such if you kill yourself.

What's a teenage supervillian to do when he's stuck with his mother and no good guys on Christmas?

[Warning: Rated M for reason; One-shot; Dark humor] Bradley is at it again, but he's never thought anything so impure about his art before. So he's taking his gothic photography to a new level of sadistic..

This is only after unknowingly beating themWith the magazines with their faces on itShowing off the images of who they'll never beDespite the effort that's condeming them to death.

I'm icing it all with comatose kisses

[Harlequin: Conventional bufoon Pasquinade: Satirizing] About breaking away from the normal and yet becoming a normal angsty person. Sarcastic humor on a twisted level required.

[About a dead love] "Whispering words of empty meaning, he kisses her hallow lips so gently, chapped from hugging wind's embrace as chilling as the breeze of middle winter."

"Slip into the middle of brilliance, and see how so dimly it glows, Be like a mirror o'ver a river, Reflecting and learning it's flows"

"While the cutest killers this side of paradise are flirting and laughing about the morning's broken sunshine on their eyes."

Venustas iaceo// with crystalline eyes// Inferi Venustas// Death also cries [Short lil spiff that sounds bad in all english.]

[One Shot. Vampires doing non-vampiric things.] Isolde doesn't like teenaged vampires, and gets a mission to hunt one by the Commander. "Animosity of beastial nature"

(The product of boredom and studying for my permit.) One step forward. That's all it took. One step forward. No second look.

I had an epiphany while picking the genre for a poem about peace. There isn't a place for it here.

In honor of my mother's forty-ith birthday; written out of love. I cried when I wrote it. She'll probably cry. I doubt you will.

(Warning: M/M reference.) A melted fairytale with mutant memories about a little boy with slowly dying dreams

Quiverings never meant this much.

Why is it every time he'd hold her he'd close his tearfilled eyes?

"Mommy" he said as he lifted his head with that distant sad look in his eye; She glanced down with a sigh picking him way up high "How much does it hurt when you die"

A story with many deep morals. So many that I implore you to investigate and find some. If you do, I'd love to hear them! Heh.

Padme didn't mean to let the bad guys win. Not initially, but they did, and a good guy failure is rarely wanted. So Padme is banished, and puts himself on a quest to fix that which he left broken.

(Rated for Language, Drinking, Fighting, and even Brief... nudity? Er. Yeah. We'll go with that.) Mathew the Magnificient, of whoms main talent is drinking, decided to get himself in trouble... again. That's what happens when you're arrogant and drunk. Al

Pelusians are my special demonic alien creatures. Two Pelusians Anaka and Jyko, found mentioned or in other stories of mine are having a small chat over a Memory Orb.

A revolution will arise against the most powerful dictartorship in the universe, who's going to win? (Chapter 4 up)

A sweet caress that makes me quiver I'm lost in my desire

I guess I can't say what this is about... It's sung softly like it's a lulliby, but... it's sad ish. "If you love them you'll set them free? Yeah. That works. I'll think of a better summary later.

Tick tock tick tock

With old age, for some beauty fades but a nasty attitude and loneliness can remain.

Tory liked to paint the silhouette monster with the bear trap smile.

It's hard to explain. It's about a little girl named Mattie and the "thing" in her closet. The thing she doesn't like, but likes her...too much.

Twisting, twirling images dance before your eyes over a pool of crimson tears that feel from angry skies.

Rose isn't having a very good day... the need to kill is rising and the vampire hunter resorts to taking the role of the vampire... much to her dislike afterwards!

(4 lines..but straight to the point) Throughout our life, innocence is stripped from us...

Lost in faded memories July writes upon her cabinet doors

You've beaten me, leashed me, and I am your pet...but why must you starve me?

You can't stop your feelings

Mendrases, the happy little halfling, wrote a song about how she got thrown in prison (for about the 30th time...) Ses fairly happy with the song and it's upbeat... Enjoy!

This was written as a one-shot practice, but I really like it. It's written as practice on my description, and I'd appreciate reviews on it. I need tips! That's what practicing is for...

You can find beauty in anything,... even if there isn't a lot and you have to look really hard! This was written IC (in character) as my rp character Mendrases.

A poem based on a demonlogy folklore of the Kistune (ie Fox Demons). Note: This has nothing to do with any anime guys, just folklore!

I'm not exactly sure why I put this under both Angst and Humor. It's read in an almost childlike nursery rhyme manner... but if you read it it's not really for kids. It's a symoblic piece for a drawing of mine.

A little boy named Brent has landed himself in a hospital after a scarring incident... one that's given him a permanent fear of showers!

(I don't know where it came from. Yes, I do write songs...) It's a simple jazz/blues type thing (just how I sing) and it's about finding the strength to make it through some harsh times.

I can't escape from this abyss...and I wanted to, even if I'm the one that put me here.

I need a shoulder to cry on. I need your shoulder. Just listen to me...and then I'll be alright.

With time, the fairy paints a new season across the land...

I don't know where it came from, but it's a random little rhyme that just jumped into my head mid-conversation with someone.

A personal favorite. I wrote this about 2 years ago. "Death comes when your time is up" Seems my best explaination

Fate dealt a cruel hand, betrayal caused her pain

We all have those days where we're scared to say something important to someone...

I wrote this a long time ago. It's just about a person that gets evilly stared at all the time and goes a little insane...

The eternal dance of good and evil, balanced into one.

The story is a rather simple one of a killer writing out his life story in the form of a letter.

A photographer takes gothic photography to a whole new level.

Every time I try and think now-a-days (whether it be writer's block or not) the pattern's always the same. I can't think, so here's my own little poem about my thought process...

Even after the petals of a rose do fall away, beauty still remains

Poem written through the eyes of an arachniphobiac looking at a brown recluse spider (i.e. a violin spider)

It's a poem about .. an evil dragon woman's special powers.

Click click click, despite it's bad title, is about a man walking through a haunted house and written in first person. It's a short story designed to almost pull you into the role of the young man as he gets frightened...to death.