Must Be MadTitle: Must Be MadMust Be Mad3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Rating: Mild T (13+)
Summary: There are some things none of us understand. Things like falling in love with Sherlock Holmes.
Warnings: Slash. May trigger intense periods of crying over the cruelty of the BBC.
Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock. If I did, the series finale would certainly not have involved John Watson's heart breaking into a million tiny pieces.
Notes: This is kind of part of a series of fics (Must Be Mad, More Than I Am, Lovers of the Lost, and Of Course, Of Course.) They can be read as a series, or as stand-alone stories
Sickness InsideSickness Inside3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So hard to choose between the pleasure and the pain. You are the pain itself, so I choose pain... I need you even though you hurt me. If pain is you, I want to bleed forever. Hurt me, make me cry that makes me feel alive. Make me feel I'm nothing and all you'll hear me say is ''I love you,stay with me''. How can I run away from you? You're my vital sign, you're my everything. I never loved anything more than you. It's alright, torture me, punish me, break my will, I'm always here, waiting for your denial. Never say you love me, don't you ever dare liar! I know I love a lie, but I'll give myself to you. Take me, rape me, I want you to destroy me. Reap my soul, make me want you more. Make me beg for your denial... Tear out my heart, blame me for loving you. Hate me, I know I'll never be what you wanted me to be. It's alright, I'll never abandon you, I'll be right beside you until the end of time. I'm the one who'll die for your good, so keep on killing me inside, that's what I enjoy the
ReleaseRelease4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do you see
when you look in my eyes?
Do you see a devil
Is there not a heart
beating in my chest?
Will your fear ever
be lain to rest?
Are there any
you can trust?
Or will fear
make us a disgust.
Will you hold me
to every wrong
or will you someday
see the right?
I am not a dog
who loves to fight -
I am a dog
who is no different,
I want love and compassion,
to provide you full
I envy those breeds
for which every man loves
I am left in shelters,
a happy dog, still,
and I am forgotten
your hate leaving me ill
in the minds of others
who look for a dog,
I am not the first they seek,
I am the distant monster
in the fog.
I am the one who will tear
the world apart.
I am the one
with the shrunken heart .
I am the one
who will leave you in pain.
I am the one
For it is I,
who through all my
will suffer and mourn,
who will be left behind,
who will be buried.
oh, but I
The Master And The ApprenticeThe Master And The Apprentice5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
They sit together.
I watch from afar.
I hate him.
I hate him.
Where is our loyalty?
I tried to do the right thing,
But I guess I was the pawn.
The Sith will rise
But not with me at his side.
I'm dead afterall...
But I'm not.
I will be avenged,
The master and the apprentice
One day they will be mine.
I hide my head.
I look so fierce.
So powerful with the force.
I will kill them both.
I repaired my lightsaber
Was saved by a friend,
Now I'm together,
The master and the apprentice oblivious,
I watch them with revenge pounding in my ears.
The OutsidersOne by one my friends fall downThe Outsiders10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Each more helpless than the one before
Johnny had never left town
Not until he evened the score,
And the soc went tumbling to the ground.
The fire was the end of him and those kids are the ones he fell for.
Dally was not the same,
He had been in and out of jail.
He had already lost his aim,
But then he turned away from the trail.
Lifted the magazine and down he came,
One bullet after the next, into him like nails.
I don't know when times got rough,
Somehow things just didn't go my way.
Their blue Mustang was looking really tuff,
But, Bob had no idea Johnny would take his life away.
The day the church went down was enough,
Because it was then I realized—"nothing gold can stay".
Young Maul in LoveGenre: Comedy/RomanceYoung Maul in Love6 years ago in Scraps More Like This
Characters: Darth Sidious, Darth Maul, OC
Young Maul in Love
A Completely Impossible Romance
Senator Palpatines callous voice reverberated through the darkened room. Well, to the outside world, at least, he was good old model senator and model citizen Palpatine. Oh, that Palpatine, people would whisper excitedly as he passed them in the streets. Always so goll-durned concerned with the Good of the Galaxy and Other Quite Magnanimous Causes. What a guy. Someone should give him a medal. Someone should elect him Chancellor. Why, someone should let him overthrow the Republic and seize iron-fisted control of the entire galaxywell, he hadnt quite heard that one yet, it was a bit of wishful thinking on his part.
At any rate, at that moment, in that room, he wasnt Palpatine at all, not by a long shot. He was Darth Sidious. His two personas, he had learned long ago, could be easily exchanged merely by e
I've Got A NameI've Got A Name4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You call me a pit bull,
but I've got a name.
It may not be my first name,
it may not be my last, either,
but I do have a name.
I am not some nameless creature
for you to tag a beast -
I've got a name.
It may be Seth today,
and Vegas tomorrow,
I have a name.
I am not just "dog"
I am not just "pitty",
I've got a name.
and have feelings too.
If I am just "dog"
then what are you?
Can I call you "false hope"?
Can I call you "prison"?
Can I call you "not understanding"?
I am not just "a bully"
I am not just "a pit",
I've got a name.
I Wanna Be Like YouI want to write just like you do,I Wanna Be Like You3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Your words captivate and mystify.
I try to write words like that too,
But always find myself unsatisfied.
I wanna sing the same way as you,
I wanna sing just as beautifully as you do,
but I always give up long before I try.
"I envy you,
I really do,
I wanna be
JUST LIKE YOU."
The stories end before they're through,
the notes go sour, the melodies die.
I was so caught up in "I wanna be like you",
That I now find myself asking, "who am I?"
PercivalMy name is Percival. I was not told. Nor did I have the concept of what a name is for some days after my eyes were opened. My difference engine is a clever making. It clicks and whirrs inside me. On a pattern of fine gears and switches, I deduced this sound was my name. Because she spoke it on her lips.Percival3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She is not like me. She can move. Her movements are fluid as she walks or kneels beside me. She is not all metal. When her hands touch my cold surface, adjusting a gear or a bolt, winding my springs, the softness is a contradiction I find difficult to believe. Many times, my difference engine has put forth a program to solve this incongruity. But the equation contains too many variables. The heat generated by this intricate computation builds, threatening to overload my clockwork design. Thus I deduced I have limits. My existence is finite. My thoughts are inadequate, even to answer the questions I posit. To my limited experience, this seems unjust.
I am stationary. I cannot move my leg
Bonds: Chapter 1An ear-splitting scream echoed across the hallway. It was raw and intense, and sounded tortured. Savage Opress sprung back into consciousness, blinking away the blur that covered his eyes.Bonds: Chapter 12 years ago in Settings More Like This
Not again, he thought, jumping off his bed that was the size for someone at least half his size.
He sprinted down the hallway of the cargo ship, almost tripping over the exposed wires that littered the ground.
Far above, far above, we don’t know were we‘ll fall. Far above, far above, what once was great is rendered small.
That annoying rhyme had stuck inside his head for ages, ever since his once-insane brother at sung it. But each time he thought about it, the more it made sense. His brother, Darth Maul, had once been an apprentice to Lord of all the Sith. He was so high that he didn’t realise he could fall. But he had fallen, in half, down a shaft for thousands of metres.
Savage had often wondered how Maul had survived for all those years, alone, crazy and not to mention being jus
100Q to Develop a Character100 Questions to Develop a Detailed Character100Q to Develop a Character5 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Ever have trouble deciding what side of an argument your character will take? Do you have trouble remembering small details about your character, and often change them accidentally in the middle of a story? Try this list of one hundred questions to solidify your knowledge of your character. Feel free to use this and post it as its own deviation. Just please link it to me in a comment if you do. Try to answer the questions in as much specific detail as possible. This is for you, so there is no use in cheating on it. I would suggest doing two for each character: one for the beginning of your story, and one for the end, to reflect the changes that happen.
1. What is your character's name? Do they have a nickname?
2. Is your character male or female? What is their sexuality? What role does it play in your story?
3. How old is your character? Does their age matter to them emotionally or socially?
4. How tall is your character? Does it affect the
Sketch of a RomanceThey first met at a school book fair. She was volunteering behind the counter. He was taking his little sister to pick out books. There was something adorable about the spark in his eyes when he bent down to talk to his sister and told her about all the exciting books. When he started a conversation with her and asked for her number of course she wrote it down for him.Sketch of a Romance3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
They took walks together through the little park on Aspen Street and bought milkshakes at the ice cream store—chocolate for her, while he tried some new and strange mix of flavors. He convinced her to try a malt for the first time, and it was better than she thought it would be. They visited the county fair and he won her a huge stuffed teddy bear. She slept with it that night, and its crooked nose reminded her of his lopsided grin. Sometimes he would stride into English class and show her his sketch of a daisy that he had seen on the way to school. He said it reminded him of her. He would paint her sunsets and bir
Your Evil ShadowYour Evil Shadow3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Your face is that of evil.
A mind so lost and gone.
And somewhere in your subconscious,
Lies the one who you replaced.
Your evil shadow you never fought.
Not in his height of power.
Where he was the apprentice,
And you were just an innocent child.
But time moves on,
And deep in the force,
Lies his presence in anger and hate.
Glaring at you in your shadows.
Darth Maul's rage goes on.
Short Revan and Darth MaulPLANET NABOO DURING THE BATTLE OF NABOOShort Revan and Darth Maul3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Darth Maul couldn't believe it. One moment he was a moment away from triumph the next moment, the Jedi padawan jumped from the pit, grabbed his fallen master's lightsaber and cut him in half. Has Maul fell he made a silent scream, to express his despair: He failed his master, he failed his heritage, he failed his people, and he failed himself. However, he refused to die in such a manner. But before he could do anything a black hole formed in the air under him and Maul fell in.
The next moment, Maul found himself lying in a dark beach. On the beach was a man in a black coat, whose face was shrouded in the darkness under his hood, sitting on a rock near the water. The man got up from his seat and walked toward the fallen Sith warrior. For a moment Maul thought he saw the man's eyes underneath the hood which changed into a strange color. His eyes turne
Welcome Home, Sarah.His hand was at her waist as they spun around and around in a dance. It was warm and solid under his hand, fitting perfectly in his palm. Gone was the spun sugar gown of her crystal ballroom dream, replaced instead by a deep blue, curve-hugging gown. Standing as close as they were he caught a teasing peak of skin under the neckline of her dress when she leaned toward him. She noticed the direction of his gaze and he was thrilled to see her flash him a hint of a smirk to rival his most mischievous. That smile told him that she understood the game now, like she never would have before. Because the waist he held was the curve of a womans body, not a girls. She was taller now, he realized, though he could still tuck her head under his chin while standing. He wasnt sure of her exact age, but she was older, that much her body alone was telling him. A surge of joy filled him.Welcome Home, Sarah.5 years ago in Teen More Like This
All of a sudden her smile faded, a melancholy mockery of what it had just been. He had just o
While You Were SleepingWhile You Were Sleeping4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I shunned away the outside world.
with the brightest smile I could muster
on my now solemn days of life.
I told myself I would be stronger than
my mother, who wept at the mere
whisper of their name.
But when I see the lights of my once
lively sanctuary flicker from on to off,
I cannot cease the tears that cascade
down my now pale face.
The color had drained from my life the moment
they left and the emotions I once had were
stolen from my very heart;
locked away to never return.
I wanted to be with them
so unbearably much that I was
Shall We Dance?Sarah took a deep breath and blew hard into the wad of toilet paper, groaning as she dropped it into the garbage can. Her reflection stared back at her, heavy-lidded, ponytail mussed and thoroughly as miserable as she herself was. With a final sniffle she pulled open the door and groaned again.Shall We Dance?5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Well, that sounds simply dreadful." Crazy, flyaway hair, seemingly permanent smirk plastered across his decidedly not-sick face. God, she wanted to hit him so badly.
"Go away, Goblin King. I don't want to deal with you today," Sarah pushed her way past the blonde man leaning casually against the wall and thumped down the hall toward her bedroom. She shoved the door closed somewhat forcefully as she passed it in hopes of hearing it hit him but no such luck. He simply batted it back open and leaned in the doorway watching, grinning as she settled herself into her nest of blankets and pillows.
"Why, Sarah, you haven't called me by my title in years. I thought we were past all that by now," He flic
The Outsiders Extra ChapterEpilogueThe Outsiders Extra Chapter6 years ago in Historical More Like This
Four years later
Ponyboy! I turn my head and see my older brother, Sodapop. Hes now nineteen, turning twenty soon. You coming? I nod my head and I go to the door where he is standing. Soda then opens the door and steps outside.
Hey Darry, can I drive?
No, we want to get there safely, Darry replies.
Same old Darry.
I get my shoes on and go outside to join my brothers.
You alright Ponyboy? asks Darry.
I cant tell Darry how I feel. We get along better now, but things still arent perfect. I get into the car, sitting in the back seat while Darry and Soda sit in the front. Were leaving now and heading towards a place that brings back painful memories. I look out at the scenery outside the car. Not much has changed in the past four years.
Sodas still working at the gas station with Steve. He now has a new girlfriend, but she isnt as nice as Sandy was
POTO: RememberingPOTO: Remembering4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Erik watched silently as his music box sang, chiming away the only song that could calm him, settle him. Well, the song once use to do that. Now, it was hunted. Fingers laced, he fought back the wave of sorrow as the monkey danced slowly, repeating the scene to his brain. It was ten years to this day that event happened.
The fire, the confession and the bitter refusal.
He closed his eyes to the image of Christine standing beside him, watching him with pity in her eyes as he begged her to stay. Confessed his soul that he loved her and watch her as she walked away to be with another. Leaving behind a cold heavy ring for him to keep along with his shatter heart.
Why? Reaching up, he touched his face slowly, the infection that pulsed greedily at his skin. If he was handsome if he was normal. Then he could have been with her at that moment. He hated remember that day but yet, every year. He found himself sitting on his bed, staring at his music box, letting it sing its song to remind
Sure Did Treat Me Nice.Jareth stared unblinking through the frosted window at her. She was adorable, pouting petulantly in the corner in her little red dress. Through the haze the cold created he saw her wipe a chubby fist across her cheek, dashing away tears too little for him to see from so far away. He smiled as he looked down at the object in his hand. Red and white swirls twisted around each other in a sugary promise to any who happened upon it. He flicked his hand and it disappeared, waiting for him to call it forth again, along with the main reason he had for appearing to her so soon.Sure Did Treat Me Nice.6 years ago in Humor More Like This
With one last look at his objective- how perfect she looked framed in that window- he closed his eyes and materialized in the room opposite the seven-year-old Sarah, waiting patiently until she pulled her beautiful eyes away from her shiny black shoes. Whatever he had been expecting as her reaction (he was ready to spend quite a few minutes in a sound-proofed room convincing her she was safe should she start screaming) i
Attention SpanI have a bad attention span.Attention Span4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It really isn't fun.
I want to do a project and
It never quite gets done.
I sometimes try to multitask.
It really helps a lot.
But do I get it done, you ask
Well, often I
In-cur-catÎn-cur-catIn-cur-cat5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
-Matilda-tilda, ce făcuşi mătăluţă pi-colo?
Aşa îi plăcea lui să-şi creeze accent fals pentru Matilda, fiindcă ea era moldoveancă şi mereu făcea tâmpenii.
-Natalia-cu-două-palme-talia, au trecut 3,14 milenii de când nu te-am mai văzut!
Natalia era o fata slăbănogită de tot, care în curând avea să-şi atingă limita de slăbănogeală la fel cum le atingea pe cele de la analiza matematică.
-Graziela-mititela, ma cherie, arăţi minunat astăzi!
Asta cu toate că masa corporală a Grazielei depăşea cu 20% norma indicată pentru înălţimea şi vârsta ei...
Un principiu avea şi el: să nu generalizeze niciodată cu dragă", iubi", pisi", prinţesică"; să le menţioneze măcar numele, ca să nu le &
Third birthday Plume catThird birthday Plume cat5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Poème : Un ange aux yeux bleu
Comme ma profonde Némésis
Tu es venue au moment
Où je me devais de partir d'ici
Me réaliser dans un autre département
Je t'ai entouré d'affection
T'ai donné un foyer, un nom
Tout pour parfaire ton éducation
Toi le parfait compagnon.
J'y ai laissé mes heures en patience
En te voyant grandir sans peur
Je te donnais toute ma confiance
En te laissant grandir en ton heure
Bien sûr tu faisais des bêtises
Comme n'importe quel enfant
Toi et moi, c'est le lien, la mise
Mais rien n'était plus concluant,
Que nos complicités multitudes
Toi singulière et exclusive
Tu as réparé mes blessures en lise
En comblant mes solitudes
Je n'avais pas le droit de t'enfermer
Alors je me suis mise à t'aider à t'évader
Bien sûr les gens trouvaient cela étonnant
Mais plus que tout, belle est adorable née.
Nos habitudes ont eu raison
De nos multiples communications