Placebo Stories

"They told me I was a curse, so they sold me off to be someone else's problem. Now, I play the part. In the hallways, I'm the girl who has it all-the smile, the grades, the perfect life. I'm a placebo. A fake. But I'm not the type of fake you think I am. I'm quite the opposite. You think I'm empty? I'm the girl who can pull the stars apart atom by atom. My 'perfect life' is a jagged pill, and my 'curse' is the only thing keeping me alive. I've spent years making the lie look easy, but the reality of what's waiting for me at home? That's something you'll find impossible to swallow."

When you lock away your feelings and spit them out on occasion, this is what happens.

Turn your thoughts into words and share them with the world... I've decided to channel such into poetry ... and trust me I don't regret it ...Plz like my poems n comment so I will know if you're enjoying them or not ?#Ray_Egbert

Brian's sleep deprivation gets the best of him... TW: Drowning, hypothermia, hallucinations. Yeah, I dunno, this one is kind of weird but I like it.

A/N: Several things have been altered in this story; such as record labels and personal relations. Chad Gilbert bears no existence in Hayley’s life, Gerard’s marriage is falling apart, light bashing is included, the Rockers are one big family and Tommy Mottola is the spawn of the devil (although that already is a solid fact…). PS: it’s based solely on fiction, almost none of its events have actually taken place. Warning: the story gets dark and somewhat twisted as it progresses. Summary: in a world where corruption is the dominant constructor, manipulation is needed to keep it spinning, and the ultimate weapon is the media. Ignorance prevails among the masses, and that is exactly how it’s meant to be.

Imprisoned, manipulated, weapons in progress. What would it be like to kill every creature you laid eyes upon? Having the ability to reduce a being before you to a crumbled corpse in a breath's worth of time? And what might a person do with an army of such weapons? Well, they are not like guns and knives with a free will and unbound limbs, these are dangerous people held back like puppets tethered to one hand in entire control, then left caught in a horrific dance in which they cannot break from. But what happens when someone is a puppet for too long? What do they do when they can no longer withstand being tugged by the strings, and having words echo from their unwilling lips? For some, the answer is to distance their mind from a body that used to be theirs. For others, it is to cut the ties clean off and disappear. As for Rose Lowery, she is not only bound by slackened strings, but she is also cast aside to watch others become victims to the actions controlled by those in power. Ask yourself, what does a marionette do when they are put in front of a pair of scissors? Does it truly snip itself free and leave unnoticed? Heavens, no. It loosens itself just enough to get its strings around the throat of its maker. *Note: The photographs themselves are not mine, therefore all credit goes to the original photographers (I couldn't find them by name)

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"For the good life is out there somewhere, so stay on my arm you little charmer!" bronnie in 1900s. the brandiva is a peasant, president ronnie unstoppable vannucci. this is going to be highly unrealistic because unfortunately, I do not know what a peasant in the 1900s feels like.

This book is dedicated to collect samples of your opinion for conducting research. Share your opinions here and I would post the results and the best answers once the research is over. Interested participants please spread the word. Write your honest opinions. I would do a read for read for all the participants. The books of the participants with best answers would be promoted on my page.

Unfinished, but if you want to read it and be mad at me go ahead. Another Molsdal story.

random stuff, probably mostly about bands or youtubers

This is the old poem collection of mine. Created in 2015. There were flaws and mistakes in here but I'm glad I did it. Flaws and mistakes are what people are. "Writing this collection is somehow a restoration of feelings. Although, as you know 'placebo' itself is more in mental relief rather than its actual effect. But, to get an actual effect, mental must be strong at first. During restoration, of course I can't avoid weaknesses. But it doesn't mean that weaknesses is fragile. Basically, weaknesses can be 'delicate'. All you need to do is 'handle with care'. In certain times, you can't ignore the power of placebo. Especially in a very harsh moment in your life."

Third story from my "Placebo-cycle". It tells of love and tragedy, mystery and memory...Don't try to search for any moral of this story, or for any rational reason of this tragedy. It's just a life - or, probably, - a way some people think of life. Also, it is a story about the same-sex relationships and difficulties the gay people and their adopted children face in our society. And, in the end, you understand that gays are not so queer as people think of them- per se, we all are the same. Finally, you can find there something from Oscar Wilde. Why not? Man love and mystics are related to him as nothing else.

"I'm your miss moneypenny. Your personal assistant. How can I help you sir?" AU where Stefan is a secret agent and Brian waits for him after work... Warnings- guns (used more as an object than a weapon), sex (not too explicit, no references of actual sex)

Can love fight demons and win? Brian Molko/Stefan Olsdal. A/N: Hello soulmates out there. This is my first story in Placebo's fandom, so I am keeping my finger crossed and I hope you like it. Feedbacks are more that welcome, I'd love to know your opinion so don't be shy, it takes few moments :) I thin thi will turn out a two or three part story, telling about just an episode of an imaginary life of Brian and Stefan toghether as a couple, but maybe it could become a long fiction, it is on you. xxx Allie

This is dedicated to those who swim under water with their eyes open.

On the boiling isles, every young witch's favorite day is the day they turn 16. Because on that day, magic allows them to meet their soulmate. And on Luz Noceda's 16th birthday, her soulmate is not someone she'd expect. [Collaborative story] (Cover Credit: BSugar216 on Twitter)

Brian thinks about beginning the end, though he also thinks of the one thing that reminds him of why he should think twice.