Razor

Oh the cute. I'ma die. I feel like I should have fiery anime-style fan-girl eyes right now. Moar!

Heh, I don't remember ever "telling" my mom. When I first came out it was to a friend of mine named Chelsea and I was nervous, twitchy, stuttering, and freaking out altogether. When I finally said "I'm gay" she just looked at me like she was confused for a second and then said "I know" and then it was business as usual again and we went to hang out and do whatever. As far as my mom though, I think I just dropped the hint and she picked it up and we rolled with it. I never had to deal with coming out to her. She always just seemed to know and accept it and has never been anything but sincerely supportive. This is the same woman who tells me that when she gets rich she's going to hire a pool boy and name him Pedro and make him wear nothing but a speedo, though, so maybe we just happened to have common interests.

Be enthralled, ditch in later centuries. <--- all of Anne Rice's vampy relationship outcomes.

LPW. That is all.

What other way is there to be? Why thank you, good sir. And no, mine. Keep trying.

Yeah nah, I got this.

This short story is a true account, written to give the reader a look inside a teenage mind and heart aching for acceptance and reciprocated love.

The Junior Class of Washington County High School Cordially Welcomes You To the "Somewhere Only We Know" PROGRAM Welcome Senior Response Hors d'oeurves Dancing Pictures Crowning of Court Brought to you by the Senior Class officers And Junior Class officers I wrestled valiantly with my tie, trying to get it straightened under the starched collar, then tucked into my periwinkle stardust vest. I smiled at the mirror

Chapter Four My eyes focused on the road uneasily. The only sound was the roaring from the open windows. As fast as I exhaled, the wind violently ripped the smoke from the car. I looked over toward the passenger seat to see Wyatt staring out the window. He hadn’t said anything yet, either, and I wasn’t even sure if I was supposed to be dropping him off at his house or if he wanted to hang with me for a while. I pulled into Heather’s driveway and came to a stop with a sigh. “I’ll see y

Chapter Three A week later, Wyatt and I were still going strong. It got kind of difficult to keep it hidden from everyone, though. I thought I was in love with him before, but as each day went by that I saw him, that notion became more intensely rooted in my mind. Each day I got up, I got up because I knew I would see him or talk to him. It was definite motivation to get the hell out of bed, let me tell you. School passed in much the same fashion, except health class was all that mu

Chapter Two The next morning I got up and trudged my way to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, I noticed my hair fading a bit from dark to light blue, so I made a mental note to re-dye it soon. After I shaved and showered, I picked adidas cologne and deodorant, and my usual khaki pants and navy polo. God, uniforms fucking blow. I couldn't get Wyatt off my mind. The way he acted, the way he looked-- WOW! I couldn't wait to see him again. He was just, amazing. Everything about him seemed t

Chapter One My name is Josh Corin, and this story revolves around me (you know, like the universe does?) and the guy I fell in love with my sophomore year of highschool. You'll figure it out as you read. I guess you’d like a description of me, right? Too bad! You’ll find out more as you read. I woke up and got dressed on first day of school. Uniforms suck; khaki pants and a navy polo (tucked in, of course) were standard. I grabbed my book bag, ID, and saxophone and headed out t

A classic love story, with all the elements of teenage lust, hormones, angst, and heartbreak everyone experiences. Josh and Wyatt struggle to scratch out a safehaven of happiness under pressure to just be normal boys.

For my mother, for being the only person who always has and always will love me, and for showing me the face of God.

How are you feeling today?” the man asked, uncrossing his arms. He’d always had to make a conscious effort to keep them uncrossed when listening to patients. Crossing anything was the body language equivalent of ‘shut up’. “Terrified,” was all that the Boy said. Today, he looked it. “Have you thought about why you feel that way? You said the same thing last time, and –,” the man was cut off. “Everyone expects something from me. Everyone. All of my friends, and my entire family,” the Boy

Chapter One “From the razor to the rosary we can lose ourselves…” -“It’s Not A Fashion Statement, It’s A Deathwish” My Chemical Romance I’m at a rave! There are strobe lights; bright white, luminescent blue, startling red. I’m dressed in an unbelievably sexy outfit. Black, tight fitting long sleeves made of some sheer, weightless material that shifts frictionless across my body when I move to the pulsing music, cut high enough to show off my flat stomach and pierced navel. I have o

Rave Boy is Joey's story, about his descent into drug addiction and habituation, as well as his relationship with Jonathan. Definitely not for the bright and shinies of the world, Joey's story is a trying tale of a boy stuck in southern Mississippi, battling depression, and attempting to make it through another day. Self-medication is the method of choice, and Joey finds himself fighting to be happy.

A collection of selected poems written by Razor during his early teen years.

No Idea Do you know what love is? Have you seen the moon, hanging high, Sending rivulets of rays drifting dreamily Toward where lovers lay? Have you met the one, The one who makes complete The life that you must lead? Now have you lost the one, The one that made complete The life you will not lead? Have you cried yourself to sleep, Knowing life is not complete, And these rivulets of rays, That place where lovers lay, You'll never see again? Then you have no

Not everyone gets their happy ending.

Fin du Rêves You know how when you're little, everybody and their mother tell you you're special? They brag on you, and make you feel like you really are different from everybody else. You get that assumption stuck in your head that you're GOING to live happily ever after. Even if the world is about to blow up, you'll be the one who gets to ride the spaceship to Mars and survive it. You just HAVE to live happily ever after, right? I mean, you're the main char

Chapter Five There is magic in the jarring and abrasive surrounded by soft normality. Break it down. Words are beautiful, every word. Each has a feeling, an idea, a memory, a smell, a personality. Idea is pensive; feeling has furrowed eyebrows and a hand to its chest. Memory’s eyes are perpetually staring through to the distance. You get my point, right? Yes, there is beauty in words. The magic I’m talking about is the sense of extraordinary discovery, the tinted glow emanating from t

Chapter Four “My pants aren’t happy!” Yeah, that was the best I could come up with as I sprang to my feet. He looked amused, but I began to see spots from moving way too fast with a hangover. My head felt like someone had split it in two, and I rocked back and forth on my feet. “Whoa there, happypants, you okay?” He reached out and grabbed my hands to pull me back down on the bed. I sat back and waiting for the blood to return to my head. Andy grabbed both hands, prompting me to slip

Chapter Three “You smell like coconut.” “Something smells good.” “Yeah, is that you?” “You smell good.” Four girls notice something immediately that no boy here would. I always smell good, but today I used some kind of coconut lotion my mom had in her purse on the way to school. Girls always notice, boys never do. The stale, antiseptic odor of school assaulted my nose, slicing through coconut and cologne. As the bell rang and my breakfast table loitered, squeezing out the

Chapter Two “In the past, you heard your parents and your teachers talk about you. You were so “mature”, so “intelligent”; they said you were “ten going on thirty”. Where has that gotten you, may I ask? Absolutely fucking nowhere! You aren’t perfect, you don’t try hard enough, and all you do is waste your time with friends, hobbies, family, school, and all that other bullshit! Such acts of indulgence will not be tolerated in the future.” -excerpt, Letter From Ana “Seth, sup