Electriccentury Stories

my shame, my glory, my creation

Six years ago, Anna Richmond's mother died and she was sent to live with her father. After four years of neglect and abuse, her father is arrested on a drug bust. Anna is then sent into the Foster Care system, hopping between families, sometimes days, sometimes months. That is until one of her idols and his wife decide to try to foster a child. Just to see what it's like having a child. And guess who the lucky one is? Anna. Even though she knows better, Anna becomes attached to them. The real question is: Will they give her back liked they planned or will they keep her? //TAKES PLACE STARTING JUNE 2015\\

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Just... wait here, I was told, with the ghosts of everyone that tried to fly. And I, flying, stayed with them. I waited, with them. I stayed and waited, with Him. What was I waiting for? Nothing. I was waiting for the wait to never end. And it was okay, it was fine that way. ___________________________________________ A mess of thoughts and metaphorical fantasies inspired by Electric Century's song "I Lied" and translated for me by @poisonmilkshake

Gerard's going on a date with Lindsey, who's on a break from her tour with Mindless Self Indulgence. Unfortunately, Gerard forgot to get a babysitter...

Facts about Kristin Way, Mikey Way's wife.

It's been a while! Here's a short one.

(((Frerard short))) © GOTHJOOHYUNN 2015

I had to write this for school it is NOT a fan-fiction but I don't want people to think I suck at writing and I did pretty good on this I think so I'm posting it gulp

Kobra has just woken up. Lost and confused he's trying to find his way home, If there is one for him... His friends are all dead and hes trying to escape his killjoy past. Trying to cope with his friends and brothers death Kobra decides its better to move on from killing Dracs to staying under the radar for his own good. But is it that easy? {I kinda drafted it on my phone notes. Im not really a writer or like doing it much but i do it when I'm bored. If theres any mistakes with grammar or spelling please tell me.}

I died and woke up surrounded by white, still able to think, unable to forget. Just something I wrote during an English lesson. /TRIGGER WARNING/ Brief hints at suicide and (very small) mentions of self harm, so please read with caution. In first person. Cover edited by me, a screenshot of a poem called 'we used to talk on the phone every single day (noonereallyknowshowitgoes)', which I think is by Pete Wentz, but I can't be sure. The title is also from this poem.

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It looks like Jet-Star and the Kobra Kid had a clap with an Exterminator that went all Costa Rica, and uh, got themselves ghosted. Emphasis on "looks like." [Originally posted on ao3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/2223300]