"The Chronicles of the Life and Death Of Brendon Urie'
Okay this is from a while ago when I was writing short stories based off of random songs I was listening to.
Title: ‘The Chronicles of the Life and Death of Brendon Urie’
Author: maxlinrose
Pairing: Brendon gen
Rating: PG-13.
Word Count: ~210.
Disclaimer: I own no one, I don't know anyone. All is made up. Please don’t sue me. D:
Brendon had been born into a respectful, strict mormon home. He was expected to do everything right, never stray from the path, never make decisions of his own. Always be good, that’s what they had told him.
For a long time, he did exactly that. He was proper… good. But it hadn’t helped him when he started to notice things about himself. No matter how hard Brendon tried he couldn’t not notice boys. Or do, bad things, impure thoughts, unwarranted wants, he couldn’t even stop his own mouth.
And so his perfect parents and perfect family cast out their impurity. Brendon had nowhere to go and barely any money his pocket. He had once heard the expression money talks and been told that’s what idiots say, he was quickly finding out that idiots ran the damn world. He started find himself doing the worst of things just for a little of the stuff.
He could think of the worst day of his life. But he could also think of the best day too, sure it wasn’t great by some people’s standards but it was to him. He regrets nothing in life.
And when it comes to the end, it’s just the same as the start, bloody and cold.
Title: ‘The Chronicles of the Life and Death of Brendon Urie’
Author: maxlinrose
Pairing: Brendon gen
Rating: PG-13.
Word Count: ~210.
Disclaimer: I own no one, I don't know anyone. All is made up. Please don’t sue me. D:
Brendon had been born into a respectful, strict mormon home. He was expected to do everything right, never stray from the path, never make decisions of his own. Always be good, that’s what they had told him.
For a long time, he did exactly that. He was proper… good. But it hadn’t helped him when he started to notice things about himself. No matter how hard Brendon tried he couldn’t not notice boys. Or do, bad things, impure thoughts, unwarranted wants, he couldn’t even stop his own mouth.
And so his perfect parents and perfect family cast out their impurity. Brendon had nowhere to go and barely any money his pocket. He had once heard the expression money talks and been told that’s what idiots say, he was quickly finding out that idiots ran the damn world. He started find himself doing the worst of things just for a little of the stuff.
He could think of the worst day of his life. But he could also think of the best day too, sure it wasn’t great by some people’s standards but it was to him. He regrets nothing in life.
And when it comes to the end, it’s just the same as the start, bloody and cold.