She awoke from her sleep hearing a scream from a room. Quickly, the red head jumped out of بستر and went into the living room, seeing Amara curled up in a ball on the couch. Rene walked over to her, sat down, and pet her head.

    “Amara sweetie, what’s wrong,” she said, her voice sounding half asleep. The black haired girl answered quietly.

    “Daddy… he was gonna…” her voice trailed off, not finishing her sentence; but Rene knew what she was going to say.

    “He wouldn’t jump off honey,” the red head کہا with kindness...

She didn’t know what to do. Sitting on her bed, she stared down at the single rose in her hand. It was short stemmed, the thorns neatly cut off so she wouldn’t get pricked. The petals were a light pink, still bright with color since morning when it was دیا to her. She sighed, twirling the stem between her fingers. This girl, Haleigh, gave it to her. Haleigh seemed to be in love with her and she had no idea what to do about it.

She could reject her. But she feared that Haleigh could do something rash and she didn’t want to be the cause.

She could say yes.

But she didn’t know her feelings...

This is a very tiny list, read ending notes below. I'll be adding مزید songs as I find them! If song has been used, there will be a link to the fic.


Rebellion/Battle
The Pretender - Foo Fighters
Phoenix - Fall Out Boy
Discord - Tombstone Remix
Burn It Down - Linkin Park
Re-Education (Through Labour) - Rise Against
Satellite - Rise Against
Riot - Three Days Grace

Self-worth
King - Lauren Aquilina
Sleepwalking - Bring Me The Horizon
Shadow Moses - Bring Me The Horizon
Breaking The Habit - Linkin Park
Audience of One - Rise Against

Mentor to mentee
You're Gonna Go Far Kid - The Offspring

Flashbacks
New Divide -...

I've decided to do a sort of 30 دن Sherlock challenge with myself (only I probably won't لوڈ اپ every day) where I write 30 short one-shots about Sherlock. They'll probably mostly be angsty and sad because I like that, and some might be Johnlock. If you're wondering why this is part 2, it's 'cause I'm including link as part 1.
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After Sherlock fell, everything went dark. John dimly remembers gloved hands, probably belonging to one of the paramedics, gripping him tightly as he sagged towards the ground, unable to tear his eyes away from the broken body. But his vision was going dark, his...

Thane sat at his usual spot at the table; grim as usual. He combed through his sandy blonde hair with his fingers. He was trapped in a whirlwind of thought. His normal tendencies to suck the souls from all the women he slept with no longer seemed relevant to do so. He was after anything that moved. Hell, even some of his new teammates had helped relieve him whenever they noticed him out of sorts. He felt ashamed; he no longer was the same Grim he used to be. He was growing wimpier دن سے طرف کی دن and his confidence was draining. In the inside, he was still the half-demonic prince of Death, but on...

Rated X. For good reason.



Fang bit into the cupcake, Aisling looking at him hopefully.
"How is it? Is it good? OH MY GOD SAY SOMETHING."
Fang blinked, staring at her. He then doubled over, puking into the garbage can. Aisling winced at this, patting Fang's back.
"You... Poisoned me... I'm going... To die." Fang laid on the floor, his face practically green.
"I'm sorry." Aisling looked down. Fang kissed her leg, making her squeak and jump.
"WHAT THE HELL F-F-ang... " Fang had now sat up, kissing up her leg. He grabbed her arm, pulling her down.
"Don't be sorry." He کہا softly, pulling off Ash's skirt....

Just a one-shot I wrote today because I was bored. Fandom is Sherlock, and it's set during Reichenbach. Semi-AU. Warning: death. Oh and it's stream-of-consciousness, which is why it seems kind of jumbled and fragmented.
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Agony. Burning. Heat of a million flames. Panic. Pain.
I'm here.
No--no--
Sherlock. I'm here.
Pain--
Sherlock!
Struggling to open my eyes, blinking out the blood seeping into my vision. Fiery pain, pain everywhere. Easier to keep them closed.
J-John--
I'm here, Sherlock. I'm here.
Sweat, blood, dirt, become one with the shrieking agony. I'm ready...

Here it is, Chasing Shadows! Oh and I suggest آپ read Knights link and link) first, یا else this part won't make sense. And this takes place in the current timeline (as in right now, February 2013) whereas Knights was when I originally گیا کیا پوسٹ it on the other club (so June یا July of 2012). Just thought I'd clarify.
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She was in the third bed, sitting up propped on her good elbow, the other arm in a گوفن, جھلانا resting on her chest. She gave a faint smile as he approached the only occupied infirmary bed, her soft turquoise eyes meeting his icy gray ones. “How are you...

As آپ are aware of a story is nothing without a cast یا at least a character! Though how do we even start? Well, with an idea naturally. آپ can take well just about anything and make it into a fully functional character. However, that brings up the question, what can we do as writers to develop a function character?

I decided to share some ways of how I develop my own characters. 'Cause apparently they are well thought out and good? Eh, I disagree but what the hell.

First off I start with what is known as "Character Layers" and it's pretty simple. I just fell out this list. سے طرف کی doing so, I start...

    For all of آپ who have studied psychology, then آپ are all well aware of Sigmund Freud's dream theory. Freud believed that dreams were trying to tell آپ what your subconscious felt. He believed that a dream had both the manifest content, meaning it is what the dreams seems to be saying, and the latent content, which is what the dream is really trying to say.
    I've never really been a firm believer of dream analysis, but after awaking this morning from a strange dream that seemed to be an epiphany for me, the tables have turned. I now believe...

Pairing/fandom: Damon Fizzy and Cyr. Yes they are Youtubers and real people. No آپ do not have to know them to understand this. No آپ will never be able to look at them the same again (maybe).
Warnings: I think this is obvious. Don't like smut یا slash, don't read. It's as simple as that.
Background: Meh, it's AU in case آپ were wondering. You'll see why..

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Cyr groaned as he rolled over in the bed, wincing at the spasms of agony coming from his head. Biting his lip to avoid screaming at the pain that resulted from trying to sit up, he sat blinking in the darkness of the room, hearing...

Kind of depressing two-shot with Vic and Marion (Sherlock OCs). Not really any warnings in this part, but there’s gonna be some cussing in the اگلے one.
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How can I tell آپ how I feel, when I don’t even know myself?
How can I say I miss you, when every سیکنڈ آپ were there I only wanted آپ gone?
How can I say I’m close by, when really I couldn’t be مزید far?
And how can I say that, say I’m telling the truth, when deep down I know it’s all a lie?
--VW

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He remembers what it was like before. He remembers...

A little one-shot fun times with Victor and Marion! Fandom is BBC Sherlock, and WARNING: CUSSING. LOTS. Yeah, that’s all as far as warnings go. Oh just some clarification: this is around 8 months post-Reichenbach (if آپ don't know what that means, look it up) and let's just say Marion didn't take the incident too well...
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Vic rolled his eyes, staring out of the foggy window of the cab as it careened through the sodden streets of London. He felt the gray eyes of his brother on him, but he purposely ignored John, pretending to have found something...