The Man in the Coffee ShopThe man who works at the coffee shop looks like you. I noticed this some time ago and have since frequented the place. He recognizes me now. He smiles at me when I come in. His smile even looks like yours. He doesn't say hey though- you always said hey.The Man in the Coffee Shop5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I still work at the library even though you're not there.
Sometimes I look over to your desk and expect to see you typing at your computer, but someone else is there now. It's not you.
Sometimes someone will come in who looks like you. Maybe he will have the same hair, same stature, same profile, same laugh, same voice. It's never been you.
Sometimes I drive myself crazy. I pull at my hair and scream 'till my lungs burst. I scream for and at you. I ask how you could have left me here.
Sometimes I allow myself to believe that I will see you again. By chance we will run into each other in a Wal-Mart far away.
I go to the coffee shop on Tuesday afternoons. I order a small chai tea with milk.
Sometimes the man is working at th
EulogyThe dream-catchers are handmadeEulogy5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but each bear the same mark of boredom.
On the reservation,
the dirt is red and separated from the turquoise on sale.
The tops of the mountains have been scraped off
like whipped cream from pudding cups
of beautiful alien rock.
"Plateau," my mother says.
I am not sure if it is a name
or a command.
The lightning storms are brighter in the desert.
I sit perched on the horizon,
the edge of one loss to another
given up my love, all my bottled water.
The mountains carry their own babies in the muddy puddles,
against the wind they huddle,
but their semi-circle somehow is just one great smile.
I let them tell me I walk over dinosaurs,
that their bones are beneath my feet.
earthy wire and string
these are the weapons I possess
to protect me from their ghosts.
The hollows are for imagination
and the web for night-terrors,
like a brain fraught with holes from pens
trying hard to fill a page,
when you've only got a page left.
The SeaWhen you make the two one, you will become the Sons of Adam, and when you say, 'Mountain, move away,' it will move away.The Sea5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Thomas 106: 1-2
When I returned to town, I heard the stories:
That you'd walked the oak path,
And past the angel with the flaming sword;
Beneath the river,
Behind the trees
And through a pantheon
Of wind broken stone;
You'd marched north
Until your steps matched the syncopation
Of the whale-song
And the cedars in the wind,
You'd crossed the bridge
To enter the valley kingdom.
I know that you'd watched the jaybird pick our nightmares from its
Today's WarmthPetals unfoldToday's Warmth6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Out from the heart
Ready to shine
And have a new start
The new day approaches
With all thats in store
The flower opens
And asks for more
The breeze whispers
And birds call
The trees shudder
And old leaves fall
Face to the sun
The flower smiles
Basking in the warmth
If only for a while
seveni knowseven6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but don't worry
lesson we took
i got quite good
i refuse to make things
instead, i will
choose to be
as stubborn and reclusive
as i please
i have a number
you'll never guess
it or what
it stands for
and i don't have to say
we're better off pretendingthis is me tellingwe're better off pretending6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
you that we'd be great if "we"
didn't include "me"
Mihawk X Reader Night Walker:The Man w Golden EyesMihawk X Reader Night Walker:The Man w Golden Eyes5 months ago in Romance More Like This
The color drained from your face as you stood frozen in place, you knew coming in here was a bad idea. You reached back slowly for your cross bow, only to find it wasn't there. Beginning to panic you suddenly remembered that you had taken it off when you got a drink at the stream. 'Why? for the love of god did i take off my crossbow?' you wondered as you glanced out the window to where your crossbow and coat lay on the ground. You saw movement out of the corner of your eyes and jerked your head back to the man, only he wasn't there. You struggled to not hyperventilate as you scanned the dark room rapidly trying to find him. Not that you could actually see anything very well in this dark room. The only reason you'd seen him in the first place was because of his liquid gold colored eyes. You mentally cursed yourself for being so stupid, you had let your guard down. Now you would pay for it, most likely with your life. All the training that you had gone thru in your younger
Stained WordsStained words spewed from out of faulty sworn lipsStained Words6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cut into my skin causing a crimson flow,
Oh how harsh, how cruel is the edge,
As like a knife they into my soul rip.
Broken hidden ties of golden hue band
Lie on the ground, tattered, shredded so
I cannot see even a seam worthy to mend
Answer me why with your words you flung your hand.
Sparkling stars, captured and set in gold
Look not like a heavenly constellation as before
One, two, three, four, five, the number of stars falling this night
Oh how did you so skillfully blind my eyes from seeing your red flag folded
Come night, come shadows, come nightmares, to me
Haunt me, torment me, as only you can
I lie here waiting, listless and broke
Ravage my dreams that were heavenly seen
Come Lord Of Shadows, dance ore my window sill
Slip into the light of one candle as you used to
Call to me, then take these white wings and turn them black
For I have had my fill of this commitment so ill
Ah, how I see you, a mere whisper of a shape, beautiful
Sliced BreadFilled with a senseSliced Bread6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with one glance,
the whole room knows
who is in charge.
We all know
that youre the special,
you believe that youre
Gods gift to the world and
no matter what might be said else wise,
you continue on your way,
indifferent to how
you treat others.
When will you
come to the realization
that youre not the be all,
end all and you
dont rule the world and
youre not the greatest thing since
in life, in death...fallen fromin life, in death...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
grace, inadequately wasted
i'm such a wretch
throw me away
i don't deserve anything
let alone something better than hell
if a lover a day
keeps heaven away
i'm on my way
up, wasted fool
you've got no time
in sickness in
health in all
that we call life
is this really all
we can hope
to live for
when we're just living
True LoveTrue Love~True Love1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
True love is like waves that wash the footsteps of past lovers from the sand…you can’t deny that they were there, but compared to the ocean, they don’t mean a thing.
SH: Researching With Sherlock Pt1SH: Researching With Sherlock Pt13 years ago in Drama More Like This
Researching With Sherlock Part 1
Warning: references drug use
"Not my fault, Sherlock," John reminded him placidly. He hitched his paper higher so he wouldn't have to see Sherlock furiously crawling over the furniture.
"Are there no criminals left? Surely more are born every day, every hour!"
"This is what hobbies are for." John coughed politely. "And not the kind where you put severed bits of corpses around your flat. Real hobbies."
"Oh, like your blog?" Sherlock sneered. "Rubbish."
John peeked over the paper-shield, mildly offended. "Hey now. That blog gets you your clients at times. You shouldn't make light of it."
He gasped as there was a rush of air, the paper ripped from his hands before Sherlock settled heavily on his lap. John swallowed nervously; this was a strange new habit of his friend's as of the last few days. Sherlock was usually content to invade his personal space, but avoid touching. Now, Sh
SH: HeadspaceSH: Headspace3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Warning: violence references (crime scene)
"There's something not missing!"
John blinked, sharing a look of surprise with Lestrade. As odd as most of Sherlock's outbursts were, that was one of the strangest. At least in the last week or so.
Sherlock was pacing madly, hands fluttering and grasping at the empty air. John grimaced as he noted the red smears his feet left on the plastic path someone had laid down. Gore and blood lined the walls, even some clumps dripping obscenely from the ceiling, but the filth didn't bother Sherlock.
Nor him, really. Which spoke volumes about them both. Even Lestrade was uneasy as he waited for Sherlock's brilliant deduction and next course of action, refusing to move more than a few feet from John.
"What's he going on about?"
John chuckled, digging his hands into his pockets and shrugging. "I don't think we want to know."
"Shut up!" Sherlock snarled, whirling and glarin
SH: Bonding With Sherlock Pt2SH: Bonding With Sherlock Pt23 years ago in Romance More Like This
Bonding With Sherlock Part 2
"Stand there." Sherlock gripped John's shoulders to shove him beside the bed, then moved away.
John took a half-step to the right, unable to stop grinning. "What about here?"
Sherlock glanced up from rifling through his duffel, pausing for a second before he realised what John had done. "Fine."
John hopped backwards, feet still obediently locked together. "Or here?"
" I do not understand. You're in the same general area."
John chuckled, thoroughly amused by Sherlock's confusion. He sank onto the bed, reclining back on his arms and letting his legs fall open teasingly. "What about here?"
"No, you-," Sherlock cut himself off with a smile as he walked back over, hands thrust deep into his pockets. "Mmm. You should be standing, though I am very appreciative of both the view and implications."
John laughed as he bounced to his feet once more, not halting until his arms were wrapped around Sherlock's ne
Johnlock: How To FlyJohnlock: How To Fly3 years ago in Drama More Like This
How To Fly
"Don't do it, John."
My feet were centimetres from the edge, but my mind couldn't've been further from the insinuation. I cringed inwardly at the voice, pivoting from the bridge railing and glaring at Mycroft. "I wasn't, though now that you're here " I shifted one foot backwards.
The disdain written so clearly on his face mirrored my own. "There are times you are deplorably predictable."
"And why would you even care to think about that?" I turned back to the railing, slouching on it again. "Why are we even talking at all? I seem to remember telling you to never contact me again after your fist got my stomach."
There was a slight rustling behind me; he was uncomfortable at the memory of our scuffle a few years ago too. Good.
"You've displayed odd behavior the closer the yearly mark nears."
I didn't want to ask what that meant. "Nice. Do I need to debug my flat? Again? Prick." I
SH: Experimenting With Sherlock Pt7SH: Experimenting With Sherlock Pt73 years ago in Romance More Like This
Experimenting With Sherlock Part 7
"Oi. Oi, back there! We're here."
John gasped as Sherlock pulled away, dragging him to sit upright in the backseat. He'd been buried under Sherlock's kisses for most of the ride, and although his shoulder protested at the odd angle, John couldn't be happier. He pulled his sweater straight as Sherlock paid the cabbie, then stumbled out the door.
Sherlock twined his fingers through John's as they stepped off the curb and toward the pub, and John squeezed them affectionately. There was a major height difference between them, but that didn't seem to affect holding hands together; it was very comfortable.
"Wait, wait. Your coat's all crooked and your hair's standing on end." John laughed and shoved Sherlock to the side of the door, pulling roughly on his scarf. "You look properly snogged, that's what."
Sherlock grinned, and John smiled back. "So do you. Your hair is also mussed, your lips are swollen and your face
Poetry Self-Edit ChecklistPoetry Self-Edit Checklist4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Poetry Self-Edit Quick Start Guide and Checklist
The idea behind this is to give newer poets a way to better edit their poetry themselves, without having to rely as much on an external editor. It can be frustrating, especially for new poets to request feedback from a friend, or worse, to post a poem, and have all of the responses be about grammatical errors and other details. We write poetry to convey ideas and emotions, and when something is off technically about the poem it distracts the reader. When a reader is distracted enough to notice an error or other problem it means they might spend the time they might otherwise have spent glowing about your poem to post a comment correcting you instead.
After this introduction is over the checklist will be as brief as possible while retaining its utility. The idea is to serve as an organizational tool and a reminder rather than to educate on effective
[Head-butts and Accidents] Fuyuhiko X Reader[Head-butts and Accidents] Fuyuhiko X Reader10 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
You sat alone under the bleachers of the football field. While everyone was in school you were ditching. You never missed a day of school, or skipped at all, but you just couldn’t be in there. It pained you to be there… No one would miss you, anyway.
You were dressed in your school uniform and your favorite winter trench coat. It was warm, but you were still shaking. With a shaky sigh you breathed out, making it look like you were smoking. Giggling slightly you pretended to do just that. As a kid everyone did it because it looked cool. Still, in high school, people did it.
“[_Your_Name_]! What are you doing dumbass!?” A voice echoed from behind you. You froze for a minute before turning around to see your cu… tough friend Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu. You smiled awkwardly, and said softly,
desolate. | tsukiyama shuu x readerdesolate. | tsukiyama shuu x reader7 months ago in Drama More Like This
"I gave you myself, my most prized possessions,"
It wasn't a first.
Tsukiyama was used to the vacant halls of his mansion. They were rarely filled with the jovial laughter that he so desperately craved, therefore; he mimicked it. He scratched away at the pain he felt, to the point he didn't recognize pain as pain. It wasn't there, he'd tell himself. He would smile. Play a gentleman. Present himself in all of his flamboyance, a way of his own defense.
He didn't realize the magnitude a first meeting could hold.
There you were; unable to address him without a cute stutter or endearing blush. He's drawn to you the moment his lavender gaze sees you. It wasn't love, he'd tell himself. He wouldn't understand it if it was. He didn't know if it wasn't. Nothing made sense when your presence was in the room, everything fell to a blur.
Tsukiyama never figured himself to be a transparent person. The shell he placed around himself was thick, or so the thought. Yet here you were; able to und
Mando'a Lesson 10Mando'a Lesson 10Mando'a Lesson 105 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
I want to center this post around verbs (conjugating and tenses and the like) because I haven't focused on them the way I should have with the other lessons. Since I was learning myself, it was a lot easier to start with nouns, and learn to rattle those off first, instead of slowly building sentences and workable conversation.
The lesson will be in regular text, I will put round brackets around notes from me, and square brackets around direct "lesson quotes" from Karen Traviss' Grammar Guide. (Which of course, can be found on her webpage, and I highly recommend reading it.)
Similar to most European languages, Mando'a verbs end in either ar, er, ir, or, or ur. Removing the r from the verb produces the stem.
(This is something I think I was forgetting when I tried to conjugate my verbs in previous lessons. Oh, how fun it is to teach oneself. KT could probably make a fortune offering a cla
Proposal"Will you marry me?" Short, simple and, hopefully, effective. Only four words to tell her something so important. Maybe he could add a little.Proposal4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Rose Tyler, I love you so much. Will you marry me?" A bit too long? If he was even more nervous than he already was, then perhaps he should make it a bit shorter.
"Rose Tyler, will you marry me? Please? Pretty, pretty please?" Nope. Nuh-uh. Absolutely no way. Way too much begging. He may only be half time lord, but he still had his pride, and he would not beg her to marry him nope, definitely not.
"Rose Tyler, will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?" Nah, too formal. She would prefer it he kept it simple.
He nervously glanced around the room, before falling to one knee and pulling out the small box. He could imagine Rose sitting on the couch, happy from a night out. He was going to take her out to some fancy restaurant and afterwards he would take her dancing. Yes, he would definitely do that.
He coughed slightly. "Rose
this probably isn't about youthis probably is about how the sun was on the opposite side of the sky when i woke up this morning. and how my name looks wrong every time i write it until it's gotten to the point that i'm not even sure how to spell it. it's about how everything has been flying out of my control so that i can't remember how to walk without making a sound. or how to hold on to the edges when my vision gets too blurry. this is almost certainly about how you live one and three fourth miles to the north of me, but i forgot and slept facing the south last night so now i just feel like i turned my back on you.this probably isn't about you6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
but really, this isn't about you.
it's about how i've subscribed to the same three magazines for three years now, and every time i open them i feel like i've seen it all before. and how today is like yesterday and four days before that. it's about how i'm a repeat stuck on repeat, and we're all the same, and i'm drowning in an ocean of these fluid lies and tired eyes. this is maybe, almost completely
Johnlock: Five Hundred and Fifty-eight HoursJohnlock: Five Hundred and Fifty-eight Hours3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Five Hundred and Fifty-Eight Hours
It wasn't Sherlock's fault this time. This time. For once.
John had started using that mantra after the third day of house arrest. Three days was just long enough for Sherlock to read through every relevant book in their flat and pursue every bit of casual conversation he knew of- which was painfully little.
It hadn't been Sherlock's fault. Sherlock had suggested Thai take away, John had agreed, they had both decided to jump a worn fence as a shortcut and just so happened to witness a brutal murder. By the serial killer they'd been chasing off and on for nearly a year. Who had disappeared and left everyone clueless- even Sherlock.
They knew what this man was capable of. They'd picked apart what bits they'd found of his victims. It was a horror story unfolding at a tortuously slow rate, and now he wanted to make Sherlock and John the final chapter.
Lestrade suggested a safe house. Sherlock
Single: part 1Sherlock woke up groggily one morning, for once, it seemed just too early to be eight. The sun seemed to bright as he stood and opened his curtains, hissing a little as it hit his eyes. He shuffled his feet to the kitchen, seeing John, already up for once, before him.Single: part 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Morning." Sherlock yawned.
"You greeting me? That's a change." Was how John answered, not even bothering to lower the paper.
"What are you talking about now?" Sherlock asked, his brain just not waking up. What was wrong with him?
"Never mind." John still didn't lower the paper.
"You alright there?" Sherlock asked, something was off with John.
"Perfect." John answered over his paper.
Sherlock brushed off the confusion and walked over to John, placing his hand on John's shoulder, bending down, and kissing John lightly on the lips. John moaned loudly in protest as he pushed Sherlock away, falling out of his seat and landing hard on the floor, hitting his head on the seat next to him. He sat the