Mr Wolf and the Pigeon King Before my mother died she used to tell me endless stories the sort that you could never understand where she'd got them from, but enjoyed the colours she laid out in your mind with them anyway. Some I'm sure were pulled straight from her head as she went along, and others were obvious favourites of hers from when she was a little girl ('The Willow and The Nightingale' and 'Little Sun, little Moon' were ones she recounted often). Amongst the numerous tales I was regaled with one of them stuck in my mind particularly stubbornly, and this was the tale of Mr Wolf and the Pigeon King. For an odd reason it was always one I liked, but I had
Mr Wolf + the Pigeon King ch2 I relished and savoured the feeling of bed sheets when I awoke the next morning, and I would probably enjoy them more and more as the winter strengthened its fingers around the land. I rolled over in the bed and stared hazily out of the window, my eyes were filled with the morning scenery of the village that I didn't really get to see the day before. It was very picturesque; the small houses outlined neatly by a sea that seemed to envelop the world from now until boundless shores.Mr Wolf + the Pigeon King ch23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Solace!" Hearing my name being called up the stairs shook my daydream away into the dreamy morning. "Sol! Come help me scrub the floor and then you can have you
Mr Wolf + the Pigeon King ch3 Black swathed chokingly across my vision as I struggled to abate my overwhelming fear. I wanted to run, I wanted to scream; but there, he flashed before my eyes.Mr Wolf + the Pigeon King ch33 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A blood stained hand.
And his image solidified towards me. My 'friend'.
My Mr Wolf...
"Bite deep." He said. "Taste the blood; let it in; let it fill..."
The last few words stumbled incoherently from his lips before the vision dissolved.
My eyes cracked open in a shot as the stench of fear and sweat invaded my nostrils, making a sleepy grimace wash across my face. It had been a dream nothing more.
My fists clenched tightly into the textures of the b
Mr Wolf + the Pigeon King ch5 Music from the bandstand blasting through my ears, and drinking (instead of serving for once) had caused me to forget about the bath incident and exactly why there was something I was dreading. I had this heavy sense that a glimmer of apprehension was sitting somewhere towards the end of the evening but the alcohol particularly wasn't letting me access the part of my brain that knew why.Mr Wolf + the Pigeon King ch53 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I sat with Lucinda's stall, helping her out a little she was dishing out food for anyone that asked. "Why don't you take a break?" I said to her.
"Because the amount you're slurring your words means that you're too drunk to do it alone
Mr Wolf + the Pigeon King ch4 The next few weeks showed no sign of Willow, and I turned to concentrating on settling myself into the village. I quite liked it here and wasn't adverse to the idea of making friends and really establishing roots. So I had allowed myself to fall in with a set of people not long back from the outskirts to spend the winter in the heart of the village. Most of them were doing jobs similar to the one I had just left, and believe me I do not envy them. Tilling fields was the worst job I ever did.Mr Wolf + the Pigeon King ch43 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
After my month and a half of nigh on slave-labour Lucinda had allowed me a little time off, and I was spending it huddled in the bandstand of the main
Mr Wolf + the Pigeon King ch1make sure you read the prologue first C:Mr Wolf + the Pigeon King ch13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I had been wandering the world, settling down wherever I could temporarily for a year now I left home to find work so that I could send money back to my dad; he wasn't in the best of shapes anymore and really needed as much help as he could get. I felt bad about leaving him on his own, but the work around where I lived never paid very well, and I would have much rather made sure he had enough money to live off, and trust that the rest of the people in my village would look out for him (like they said they would).
So I was eighteen, looking for work and gratefully taking any I could
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while away the tides.
pick the greyest roses
and stand along the nicest
To open up the new
and to wash away the bad.
kiss the fringes of the twilight
with the tatters of what we had.
sherlock fanfictionsherlock fanfiction2 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Perhaps I should try to explain though that is all I ever seem to do where exactly upon I stand, if that makes sense.
I apologise in advance for readers that are keen to explore discourses that pertain mainly to solid fact; this piece of writing is not entirely appropriate to that approach, and after spending far too much time reading John's writing I seem to have inherited his habit of telling a story backwards.
As I alluded to earlier, I am explaining where I stand. Obviously, as you have little context, I could be standing on an upturned bath with a drawing of a bull pup on my head declaring that the end is nigh.
I am no
Sherlock fanfiction part 2Sherlock fanfiction part 22 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Wait, what; what is this?
I can't think but...
But I can always think.
When all else fails it is the sole thing that still functions.
I still had the offending item in my hand that had rendered me useless. A note, short and sweet; though far too terse and too jagged to drag through any thought processes.
'John is most definitely alive though I can't guarantee that that will last very much longer - he does rather struggle, but I imagine that would be the army training. Shall have to figure out a means of dampening his spirit.
These are the sparks; let us see how quickly your heart ignites.
And I give no clue as to where
Sherlock fanfiction part 3Sherlock fanfiction part 32 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Perhaps next time you shouldn't jump in front of a gun?" John smiled at me warmly, "though far be it from me to give the consulting detective the advice."
I allowed myself a laugh. "Yes, I rather think you're right it was not the most pleasant experience in the world. And the after-effects are simply ghastly."
I was confined to either bed or sofa at home and John, in a feeling that I knew was well meant, had stuck me in front of the television.
Dull, dull, dull.
Why are these people considered interesting enough to be given timeslots; and people actually watch this? People are interested in what they ha