Novel & Cerita Geeky Goth

Zack felt like he needed a change of pants as he peed himself. "Calm down, Ms. Ashton," Garrix assured, silently putting down her rifle. "Madeleine Creek. Dorian Godfrey. Zachary McKean. I've known your presence all along. We suggest you come out now." The three geeks slumped their heads low with defeated looks and murmured altogether. "Uh oh. Busted." -END-

We couldn’t explain the whiteness of the room, so, as teens tend to, we dismissed it, and after several minutes, Fitzy grinned and said, “We should trash it.” I glanced at Bill and frowned. “You mean . . . ” “Sure. Toss the bricks out the window. Screw up their little Goth party.” He raised his eyebrows. “Think how pissed they’ll be.” I shook my head. “That’s exactly what I’m thinking.” However, this was Clifton Heights. The real world. Nothing much ever happened here. How likely was it that a bunch of Satanist/Goths would hunt us down and drag us from our homes kicking and screaming for messing up their brick pentagram?

"But you're not my type." "Yes, I am," Alex smiled at him. His stance oozed confidence. The typical Valor mindset. Geo had learned that well from school. Many students from Valor were overly confident about the dumbest things. "No, you aren't," Geo slitted his eyes. "I'm not going to be as toxic as that ex of yours." "I'm not interested." "I can't fake cry, so that's a plus." "I'm still not interested." "I'm good in bed. I think that gives me an A."

Kayla disappeared for a few blissful moments, returning with an ominous looking flask. “Drink. I had to show my bra straps to a computer geek to get you this so you had better be grateful.” I took a sip of the liquid heaven and immediately felt more like myself. Hello, my name is Callista Georgiou and I am a coffee addict. “I’m not dating Ricky, we’re just going to the dance together.” I informed her brusquely. She replied by looking at me as if I had suddenly grown another head which was identical to Prince Charles’ new wife – the one who looks like a horse... Camilla something-or-another.

“We’re going to get a badass drummer, and Killian Lee already said he’d be in the band.” Ryan snorted and rolled his eyes. “Yeah, right.” “Who?” I asked. Derek clicked the spacebar on his computer and stopped the playback. “Okay, check this out,” he said. “So this past winter, this English band came through Athens – Gobsmacked. It’s some weird British slang or something. Nobody had ever heard of them, but they played at the Georgia Theater on a Tuesday when it was dead. They were pretty good, but the guitarist was incredible. I mean, fucking astounding. He was this little guy with long, black hair, kind of puffy and messed up, and he just let it hang loose down his back. He was older than th

The boy bands also composed aggressive music and wrote lyrics in the dead language of Split Tongue, which was the spurned legacy of Salamanders and consisted mostly of hisses and growls. GYM-NINS = addicts to the pain of physical exercise and spent almost all their waking hours in health clubs; the most radical would drink highly-experimental potions to double or even triple their body mass | “Where did you belong?” Aki asked. “Oh, I was sort of a lone wolf.” Aki just kept staring at him. “An Undine more than any other Slayer should know that wolves are pack animals.”

Because Kate is determined to graduate a valedictorian, she isn’t going to do any of the sort and yield the throne of valedictorian to Sister Sunday. Kate herself came up with the name GEEKZ. It’s an acronym (her inner Miss Grammarly couldn’t help it) and stands for Global Enthusiastic Energetic Kid-at-heart Zoomers. Kate eschewed all the cliché catchwords of her generation: YOLO, SANAOL, LODI (“idol” spelled backwards), PETMALU, LIKE, ALPHA... She thought of a unifying theme, an identifier that all the students could rally behind, and she hit up on Geeks.

I watched him run his index finger across his throat. "Fuck you dick, I can beat him," I growled angrily and Everett bit his bottom lip. "But Rogue is as dark as you are white, he's like a shadow and kills slowly, savoring the tiny cuts he puts on his victims, he's sadistic and has no feelings," Everett whispered harshly. I scrolled through my pandora and made a playlist of Marilyn Manson, Killswitch Engage and Cannibal Corpse, I grinned slightly and glared at Everett. "I'll be perfectly fine," I mumbled softly and glanced at Cassian to see him deep in thought. I exhaled harshly and put my earbud back in and didn't push play, closing my eyes to Everett frowning at me.

His knees buckle and drop to the ground. The media and police call me silenzio, while the others just call Silenzio. I'm a serial killer and I work for the country's most notorious and dangerous dark Italian organization known as The obsidian Syndicate. I work in the organization merely to quench my blood thirst after the unfortunate incident that occurred in my life which has scarred me and turned me brutal, I was given several therapy sessions but none ever worked to bring me back to the man I used to be before the incident.

As I wandered around the lobby I enjoyed the looks that I was getting from the few people still wandering around at ten pm on a Friday night. Normally my appearance is not all that remarkable, I am a tall , slim very attractive, brunette. My most noticeable feature being a pair of amazing crystal blue eyes that most people think are contacts. Today however I had a private showing at The Black Flame, a notorious Goth club where Black Masses are held in secret every Friday night, well secret to all but those who attend. The showing ran late and unaware there was a delay I raced to the airport without taking the time to change so needless to say I was quite a sight especially for boring old lit