LifesDarkReality• Show stories

The mansion was dark and empty as you entered. the storm outside demanded you to enter the mansion you've heard so many stories about. You truly try to make yourself believe they are not true. As you stare around the room of unlit candles and unused couches a sound of an organ makes itself heard. It was a distant sound you heard. Muffled behind the door of a room. Lightning flashed allowing a little light in the dark room.

The music stopped abruptly and at the stair case appeared a shadow. "Hello, and welcome," whispered a deep, haunting voice. And the room went black.

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Music is my life. I write poetry more than write stories. I basically joined this website because I wanted to try my hand at writing stories. My name's Jaydn, I know it's spelled weird, but that's who I am! I own 8 guitars: two acoustic, two electric, one acoustic electric, and one twelve string. I don't usually talk about myself much because I'm not exactly conceited.

Let's see...I'm Mexican and white. I have black hair, so black even, it looks blue sometimes. It's passed my jawline now. I usually wear it in a ponytail. I' I have five piercings in my left ear and four in my right. I also have two lip piercings. I'm a pretty tall, not "heaven help me" tall, but tall. I love Cult and Hot Topic...if you wanna call me a poser, go on and do it, honestly I wouldn't care because I'm not posing as anyone. I wear eyeliner sometimes, but NEVER will I wear tight pants. EVER! I'm a fan of trip pants. I'm straight, but I'm not really bothered by gays. Homophobia can suck my...TOENAILS! Gasp! Get that dirty though out of your minds you silly gooses. I've got a ton and a half of friends that are gay, and three of which have crushes on me...I don't mind, though.
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I'm normal, everyone else is just insane. I'm so normal it scares people.
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I'm that really dark guy walking in the mall with trip pants, long dark hair and tons of piercings that scares the living shit out of people...until they see me running around in the rain and jumping in puddles and spilling my starbucks.
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I hate labels...soooo much, but I DO use the word emo to define sadness, though a lot of people that consider themselves "emo" ,whatever that is, take offense. Whever, emo means emotional deal with it. It's like: "Why are you so emo today?"
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I'm that other dude that everyone calls goth, >>Rolls eyes<<, but loves everyone.
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I'm that one guy that no one fucks with because he seems the type he'll come in and shoot up a school. If I pretend threaten to shoot up the damn thing...it'll probably become a federal case.
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I'm that teen that actually HAS a COUPLE of reasons to be depressed. It's not just that my 'rents don't understand me (what parents ever does?) or I couldn't get my hair do do that flippy thing...you know like that guy in that band can do? Nope it's cause my brother died after I had a fight with, I was an accident, my dad, whom I didn't know until I was six fucking teen, tried to abort me himself and my mom can't get him out of her DAMN mind since my step-dad died. You know he actually LIVED with us for a while? I ran away on numerous accounts and I'll be damned if there aren't ten million more. But, guess what? C'mon, guess. I'm not depressed. I don't cut, I don't cry in my sleep...okay...so I lose sleep some nights, but still...I'm not killing myself over it...yet.
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I'm also that kid that everyone thinks hates rap music and everyone that listens to it. Hell...I'll be damned if some metal and some "scene" rock isn't rap mixed with screaming and loud, blaring guitars.
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I'm that other teen that listens to metal, writes poetry,and plays guitar ALL AT THE SAME TIME. No no, just kidding it's either or most of the time, but he does it in his room when he's pissed (that or punch a wall) But I don't kick anyone out because, sure, it's my space, but I didn't pay for the damn house. I HAVE siblings. Not to mention I think any reason I'm pissed can be resolved...if only temporarily.
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HASTA, AND HAVE A NICE FUCKIN' LIFE ^-^!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!