Let me tell you, a guy's brain does some crazy things when he's staring down the barrel of a gun. RR?

You can’t be mad at them dogs, not really. After all, they got kicked out of wagons on corners, and shoved out of flats to make room for babies, or beat down till they couldn’t stand themselves. Stuff like that’ll turn any dog hungry.

...true love isn't always reciprocal...

it's been happening forever...so why does it still make me cry?

Dutchy ponders about Specs; Specs ponders about Dutchy. Het in the beginning, implied slash throughout. Sputchy. 'The faint, lime green reminded him of Specs. Green was Specs' favorite color.'

Prom is stressful enough for the straight kids in school, but for Blink it's worse. He wants to go with a boy. Who happens to be straight

Racetrack wakes up in an asylum, to discover that everything he's ever known is a lie that the Newsies don't really exist. Has he gone crazy, or is he the victim of some foul plot?

an old time favourite. raceskits

And I never really sleep anymore. Slash.

The deeper the roots of our being go down into the layers that lie below and beyond the confines of our ego yet at the same time feed and condition it, the heavier is our life with thought and the weightier is the soul of our flesh. - Chapter 3 is up.

The year is 999 A.C., Ano Domini, the year of our lord. The succeeding records are written in the hand of Xavier XII, historian and professor in allegiance with the Church and Adam's land. - Alternate Universe

I'll never understand you. I love you but I hate you. You broke my heart yet I broke yours. You are the not so infallible Spot Conlon.

Children can only grow from something you love to something you lose... ((Quote From INTO THE WOODS))

FINISHED! .|. ((slash, violence)) .|. We all bleed the same way as you do ~Good Charlotte .|.

Only a month this time! ;) Chapter Eleven: Mush. Pre-warnings of swearing, sex, and slash. Please read and review :)

Spot Conlon was a leader a strong man who gave everything up for those who depended on him, I tried to keep him from the life he choose, from the life that had killed our parents, but I failed. In a away I suppose I failed them both.

I stepped through the hourglass and felt it's sand shower over me like a waterfall. I came out on the other side, in a place I never knew I wanted to be, in a time I didn't know I needed to be in, to a love I didn't know I longed for.

I lived my life in a dreamed up world far from the harshness of reality. Where my few virtues were far outweighed by my faults, and the pain of learning the truth about myself was almost more than I could bear. In waking from one dream I found a far bett