Two years after a leaked sex tape ruins his life, number theory enthusiast and former jazz prodigy Braden is living at home, getting stoned every night to PBS specials, and perceptually hurtling towards death at an increasingly alarming rate, but even the most eccentric introvert is bound to meet his soulmate eventually, even if he doesn't want to admit it. M/M.

Hey. My name's Jacob this time around, and I'm Life's favourite problem child. Waking up in someone else's body isn't new to me, but what is worrying is that I don't seem to be vacating the premesis any time soon...

so, he's a homophobe and emophobe. he's gay and emo. he acts like a cat, he's a vain vocalist, she's pissed, he's a psycho killer, he's wearing lady clothes, they're making out, and that song title makes no sense. the hell. to the myspace degeneration

an adaptation of david levithan's latest.

and you were the promise of nothing more.

and be left to face the world.

I think buying the washing machine was probably the most intimate thing I've ever done with another person.

we're decaying from the outside in.

I think if i asked him, he would tell me he wasn't - but he was always unearthly, alien, to me. M/M. Oneshot. Rated for language.

across the street from mcdonalds.

The town is already a blistered dream on the backs of my eyelids, fragments that flicker past, jerky and disjointed like an old projector film.

COMPLETE. 16 year old Cole is sarcastic, apathetic, pessimistic, and just well...a lump of coal. The complete opposite of one Ashton Matthews... Slash, male x male love

They try and they try, but breaking a mirror only gives you seven years of bad luck.

Joshua wishes that wasn't true. Warnings for incest, abuse, hints of m/m slash, masturbation, sexual content and some disturbed thoughts.

did you remember to close their eyes?

yeah, ‘cuz guess what? i’ve sucked dick and i’ve drunk vodka.

Seth has a lot to deal with lately, such as adjusting to his brand new life with a brand new 'family', including the acerbic and unpredictable Tuesday, who can't seem to stand him [M/M slash]

i'm trying to figure out why we can't speak to each other.

The Kinks are playing now and I vaguely consider feeling nostalgia for good old days I never had but I decide against it, because really it’s overwhelmingly hot and besides, I’m not out of morphine yet.

Real boys don't do what we did. oneshot. m/m slash.

poetic-prose. she hurts so far inside of her body, she says that it's too deep of an ache to ever fade and that she'll never be okay. COLLECTION

experimental poem collection with different p.o.vs. rated for topics on twincest, sex, abuse etc.

i am everything you are, and i hate it.

when days of hands. freewrite.

It's when everything at night

and when nothing, not even yourself, makes sense anymore, you'll do whatever it takes to get the room to stop spinning.

I never talked to Caroline. I only loved her sixty five percent, and she had the kind of blonde hair that turns brown when it's wet, and I don't like brunettes.

prose. “i hide all the secrets in my arms, in my chest, safely behind my ribs, knowing that you'll never care enough to find them–knowing you'll never care enough to notice them, restless and cramped underneath my heart, begging for your attention.”

-FLASH FICTION- You were an ugly baby. I want you to know that.

FF, femslash, yuri Shy, wealthy cheerleader Victoria Williams has to move to a new town for her last year of high school. She didn't expect to meet a cool and confident girl who just might turn her life completely upside down.

He was a man now. It had taken so long for him to realise they'd grown up.growing pains.

The thing with having a boyfriend who's bi? He happens to like girls. SLASH, oneshot.

Judas went to Heaven.

An exaggeration on this little theory created by this intriguing men called Sigmund Freud.

Then he whispers, "you know you're a bad boy for doing this."

and reactions. GBLT, incest etc. Pls R&R

Tess never meant for any of this to happen, never asked for a rock star to fall in love with her, for fascist sheep to invade her yard or for her new friend Ian, to be so sexy and have so many rabidly jealous girls after him. But somehow, it did.

Prostitution. Pls R&R - Title credited to Ode To A Nightingale.

Rated for paedophilia.

The result of poetic frustration at four 'o clock in the morning.

Satan receives a visitor to his hotel...through the backdoor.

i knew how to live.

A bit of prose that's pretty much pure pent up frustration and emotion. And I'm not completely insane, despite what this poem may indicate.

His days begin to reek of blood and the scent of him clinging to his skin. — Slash. One shot.

Just something I did for fun! Dedicated to ShadowedTears, cmetalangel249, Militant Poet, Professional Dreamer, painted.music and everyone else who makes fictionpress a nice place to be.

It’s been a year since I first posted, so behold a commemorative and misleadingly depressing reflective piece. Points to those who can make sense of this mess, and double points to those who can read between the lines. Warning: Incomprehensibility ensues.

[who i really am.]

if someone tells you this is a love poem, don't believe it. my words are always dressed in lace and false compliments, you nitroglycerin pixieboy

[Abraham Lincoln was right.]

Woke up and felt quiet. Numb. Totally closed down. What it feels like to go to sleep and hope you don't wake up. Based on my own experience. Please read and review.

The inner musings of a twisted mind, trying to unravel a time old mystery.

[MM][slash] Summer tastes are never enjoyed alone, we do not need you to judge.

[Authors Anonymous] we're alcoholics in our own sense, us that write

My first paper for my Philosophy class.

Can you say today? [It's not perfect, but I spend much to long on this]

suddenly i miss everything.

I know, I say. I know.

yesterday i went to the city & the skyline looked strange without your face. i know i'm not supposed to miss you, but i do. i really do.

we're a pair of hopeless romantics. hopelessly addicted. romantically impaired. don't believe everything you read.

Abortion. It's Brutal, it's honest. Be warned. This was me bleeding ink on paper.

I knew that feeling, the feeling of being punch drunk on the briny salt air, that feeling of looking out toward the horizon and knowing you can never see it all. [rated K, oneshot]

A boy, a girl, a mistake. The end of a friendship.

R and R and I'll return the favour. Written very quickly, in a moment of anger. A message to all the people out there who think they have the right to rewrite science and history, to defame the memories of millions of innocent lives that were lost.

[Slash] We're just two horny teenaged boys. We don't know what the hell we're doing. But that's okay, it's more fun this way.

“There are two things in life for which we are never truly prepared: Twins.”

[ONESHOT] At age fourteen, I hate you more than ever.

i fall in love with the other bus patrons when i'm bored.

This is for anyone who is against the killing and torture of innocent animals. Take the time to read! R&R

judge me, but dont forget to judge yourself.

It isn't hiding if you know your destination

Many relationships don't end dramatically or worthy of a song. Many just kind of fade away

It's easy to sound profound when you're sleep deprived and caffeine energized on an airplane. A collection of really short poems written in said state. Some good, some not so good, most quite odd. R and R and I'll return the favor.

Saltwater taffy, syringes, old movies, smeared lipstick. The leftovers of a life.

This moment, here, with her, is perfect... Short and sweet. Cutesy fluff. Be wary of hints of obvious femslash.

I was too good said she, but not the right good for her.

once, melody flirted with anorexia. femslash.

Review and I'll return the favor. Contrary to the title, there is no profanity. It's about my old school and why I left it, and people with dangerously skewed views on history that no one ever bothers to correct.

Review and I'll return the favor. A very odd short story, possibly the weirdest thing I've ever written. Told in second person point of view, so could be het or femmeslash depending on what gender you consider the character. Experimental.

I make the argument that there is a time and place for legitamate comparisons between the Presidency of George W Bush and the regime of Adolf Hitler.

The Writer has the job of writing down every strange event that ever happens. Many different stories are told at once. But are they truly different stories, or different parts of the same one? [Contains elements of homosexuality and cross dressing.]

nostalgia at its finest

A story explaining muses, Writer's Block, and Paradise for writers.

Sebastian Étaîn and Paris Brien. Two of a kind, the boys've been friends for God knows how long. When Sebastian's girlfriend wants a break, Paris is there for him. But wait - what, exactly, is it that Paris is there for again?

One-shot. It’s a game you see. Domination. It’s a test of will and endurance. A game of dominance and submission. A game my lover and I play often. SLASH. M/M with very explicit content. You have been warned! ;)

Tired of cardboard characters with only one personality trait? (The funny one, the heroic one, worst of all the emo one...) This might help! Updated when I feel like it.

My classmates would gasp at this poem. Possibly my teachers as well. 'In the morning, will you make the pain go away?

[could be considered femslash] you were in love, once

Stop. Wait. Listen. Can you hear them?

a poem a wrote about writing

A bible bedtime story - we are all created from incest.

Lust, confusion, and the somehow melancholy feel of August

When it's wrong, why hide it?

You used to live here. Femslash.

slash A vampire and his soulmate, always fated to be apart and one hating the other. Can he overcome his mate's hatred for his past grievances, remembered through every life? one-shot Won by xxbloody-heartsxx.

[correct title: (the simplicity of) fairytales] Once Upon A Time you were beautiful.

little girl wants to be a ..star.. and she's just as corrupt as the people she fucks.

slash The end of my three year relationship changes my life more than I ever thought it would, and I am hardly pleased when I find myself the plaything of two bickering gay guys, especially when one of the guys' sexy friend agrees to pick on me. Complete

&the only words on your chapped lips: "I love you, I love you, I love you"

Funny how relationships with the most intense fights have the hottest love sometimes

eightyfour trespasses through nirvana, but she still can’t figure out if fate tastes like sugar-lemon-tea (or all). DRINK ME: (there are too many things)

Nathan really does love Ralin... and Ralin really loves Nathan. They just don't show it like normal people yaoi, sexual implications, sadistmasochist, coarse language.

A bitter, vindicated lullaby

It's April, Mr Eliot.

And then he was gone, leaving me with nothing but a rain soaked umbrella and a memory of teary-eyed boy with clumsy hands and perfect timing.

shehe wishes so hard. (transgender trigger)

Friends become lovers. Yup, really cliche slash. m/m, complete

A song about knowing that a new relationship will fail...and trying anyway

A sad little poem. Femmeslash, but you can't really tell. Don't read if it offends you.

not really interested or interesting.

"When you're with him, it's like you can't breath - but you've never felt more alive in your life." A short story about how hearts like to hang over headphones. Slight boy/boy.

"Bourbon" I ask, confused. "It's your rebellion in a bottle," he answers softly. Angst. Slight boy/boy.

"Don't Interrupt Me When I'm Talking To The Voices In My Head" ... I'm not crazy... I'm not unwell. I'm inspired in a unique way. It's called being an artist. So there.

[request] the smell of burning wood and sex fills her nostrils, and deep inside she knows Eden burns. [slash]

A collection of standalones dedicated to emo boys and the twisted erotic world they've been put in. CHAPTER THREE: Taking Jordon

A song/poem dedicated to those I once called my brothers. I actually thought this up smoking a cigarette watching the sunset, remembering the old times. Heh, I actually cried while writing it too. Others may not understand its importance.

Excerpts of short fiction and poetry on religious themes and the human nature to never look at more than one side of the story.

i want to be just like her and her and her and

and it's so hard to admit she looks better with him

If you aren't comfortable with graphic descriptions of unpretty images and subject matter like child prostitution, this isn't something you'll enjoy. "perverse dreams always lurk in the organs"

the simple, brutal facts about anti-smokers. (truthfulness not guaranteed) :P

The last thing Mike expected was for an odd-looking teenager to come into his life and turn everything he knew upside down. m/m

Yes, I'm still saying it, because it's still TRUE!

The problem of evil, and the politico-social misjudgement of the Left and the Right.

A how-to guide to bdsm scenes. Non-explicit. (two fan based characters used solely for three short examples)

"he had two great loves: old movies & the girl who sold him the tickets. it was a ritual in the midst of a life that was a bigger ritual itself."

Nazi SS chief Heinrich Himmler has survived WWII. Now he has a confession that will forever alter the course of Nazi history as the world will know it. A tale of forbidden passion, and what might have been. Not for the easily offended!

It’s a fine line between love and friendship. When that line blurs, things get complicated. Is there such a thing as happily ever after? (SLASH, some angst, humor, adult lang and situations - COMPLETE)

An explanation of BDSM dispelling some misconceptions about the taboo of the dark side of sensuality.

A non-explicit how-to tutorial of of sexual encounters.

A defense of sexuality in fiction. Written with all fiction in mind, tho' basing its examples on previously established characters.

and I considered another man's cologne, in my lungs, in his bed

Okay, this doesn't knock Hitler, more it describes him in an essay format, anyone interested? Anyone? Anyone at all? ...I guess thats kinda what I figured...

she found him at three in the morning, smoking cigarettes behind a dumpster in an alley lit only by the fading orange streetlamp-- and the swish flick and erratic flares of neon blue flame from his lighter...

A little play that I wrote, giving my views on the nature of tyranny and truth. The characters are Hitler, Stalin, Mussolini, Saddam Hussein, and a "Mediator". Please read it and tell me what you think!! Danke!