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Candy in the Cabin"Happy Halloween, Skipper!"Candy in the Cabin2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Arthur bounced into the airport with a wizard's hat on his head and a plastic jack-o-lantern round his wrist. It was filled with colourfully wrapped sweets. The grin on his face was permanently painted on with white and black paint in an imitation of a skeleton. Martin looked at him for a long time before speaking.
"Yes…Happy Halloween, Jack Skellington," he remarked sardonically. "How's the hunt for Christmas going?"
Arthur looked confused, although his thick layer of face-paint didn't so much as crack or crease. Martin was sitting in the empty airport waiting for the others to arrive. He had a book with h
Cabin Pressure limericksThere once was a boy, Martin CrieffCabin Pressure limericks1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Who caused his parents some grief
He wanted to be a plane
But his efforts were in vain
The flight down from the roof is rather brief
**
There was a steward, Arthur Shappey
Who knew the secret of being happy
Toss an apple, or rathe
Cabin Pressure - DublinGrabbing my iPod, I turned up the volume of the current song while I tried for the umpteenth time to straighten my wavy brown hair. After all, this was a huge day for me; my first day in training as a flight attendant. True, it wasn't for a major airline as I had hoped, but it was an airline and for that I was grateful. I'd be spending the next month on an airline that my cousin Arthur was a flight attendant for; MJN Air. Dad, bless his heart, had called in a favor with great aunt Caroline and after much 'discussion,' (as he had put it) she agreed to let Arthur (god forbid) train me in 'The Ways of the Cabin Steward.'Cabin Pressure - Dublin1 year ago in Comedy More Like This
Arthur's words. Not
Muggling Moments"Martin," Benedict muttered, nudging his friend.Muggling Moments2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Eh?" the other answered.
"This was a fantastic idea! Disappear from everything right under everyone's noses," the former exclaimed.
"It would surprise a lot of people. No doubt they think we've run off somewhere never to return." Martin chuckled at the thought. "She was absolutely brilliant."
"Wasn't she? I should like to learn that spell of hers. So simple," Benedict said, mulling it all over in his mind. "McGonagall. Interesting name, that."
"Indeed. Quite fun to say," Martin agreed.
"Blue," Benedict said nonchalantly. "It suits you."
Martin thanked him. "You're not so bad in purple y
Cabin Pressure, Mini Episode 4: DecimomannuCabin Pressure, Mini Episode 4: DecimomannuCabin Pressure, Mini Episode 4: Decimomannu1 year ago in Comedy More Like This
Arthur: Hello Mr Burling!
Burling: Hello you strange little idiot, do you know what this is?
Arthur: A music CD Mr Burling.
Burling: That's right my boy, quite right. Meatloaf don't you know.
Arthur: I didn't know you liked Meatloaf Mr Burling.
Burling: I don't! It's my wife's CD, she's for ever playing that stupid song about doing anything for love. As if love was the most important thing in the world. I only brought the blasted thing with me so I can leave it in Italy out of spite.
Arthur: Well love is quite important, I thought, well love, there is nothing as good love is
The Detective and his DoctorTwo strangers meetThe Detective and his Doctor2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Two bodies
Two minds
But one heart and soul
A friendship is forged
Made stronger than steel
And captured forever
Like a beautiful rose frozen in time
Such bonds are never to be broken
Despite the passing of years
Time moves ever on
Like the pages of a book
Each page is a year
Full of memories
This is a story without end
For some friendships are eternal
And beyond the ken of mortal minds
But there comes a time when flesh grows weak
Thus what was two becomes one
And yet the friendship endures and becomes stronger
Memories strengthened by loss and reverence,
Friendship and even love
Burning ever brighter
SH - Breaking Your HeartThe Science of a Sociopath's Heartbreak.SH - Breaking Your Heart2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Sherlock walked down one of the many streets of London, he had told John that he'd be home late. He asked him to follow him but John said he had other plans for this afternoon. Sherlock had asked him what could be of greater importance than catching criminals and he could see how the doctor had tried to wriggle himself out of the question by mumbling something about 'work' and 'important'. Sherlock hardly trusted people and he had always been on his guard towards them, even though no one would probably be able to 'outsmart' him or anything like that but you never know do you? Anyway, there was somethi
BotuliniumThe laughter wasn't unusual. It had caused his spine and bones to quiver once before; made him whimper and weep. Some days he would avoid his beloved classes, some nights he would curl up on the blanket on his bed and cry until his eyes were red and his cheeks were raw. His mother was not sympathetic; she never was. She cared more for her work than her black-haired, ashen-faced son. His father, on the same hand, was never in the family portrait. He wasn't ever in his life, not really. He was like a misty fog, there –probably- but his presence was uncertain. He wasn't important, and, like all other unimportant things, Moriarty forgot him.Botulinium2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
IV WhatYourRecallIV WhatYourRecall2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
What you recall are impressions; we have the facts. We called the tune.
The secret police of your childhood were older and wiser than you, bigger
than you. Call back the sound of their voices. Boom. Boom. Boom.
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Mycroft worried about his brother. Constantly.
Ever since their mother passed on he'd found himself checking up on Sherlock at every opportunity. Sheridan as well, of course, but Mycroft had always worried about his youngest brother the most. Sheridan was soon to reach his twentieth
1NobodyHurtYou1NobodyHurtYou2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Sherlock, We Remember Your Childhood Well
Nobody hurt you. Nobody turned off the light and argued
with somebody else all night. The bad man on the moors
was only a movie you saw. Nobody locked the door.
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A small pale child sits on the edge of his bed. He's in his pajamas, but he knows there's no chance of sleep, not when they're off on one. "Me? Me! What the hell have I done to this family then, huh!? Tell me!"
"Nothing! That's exactly what you've done! Absolutely jack sh-"
Sherlock cover
The Best Man He Ever Knew SxJSilence. A smothering white hot silence that Sherlock knew would be soon accompanied by pain. His assumption was confirmed when he attempted to sit up. A searing agony tore through his side and he crumpled on the hard floor. Why was he hurting like this? What happened? Where the hell was he? He lay still, his eyes squeezed shut, willing his brain to process what had happened.The Best Man He Ever Knew SxJ2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The pool.
He had been at the pool with John and Moriarty.
Moriarty.
He'd had a dozen snipers trained on Sherlock and John, with a look in his eyes that said he'd won, he'd beaten the great Sherlock Holmes. Sherlock remembered feeling a sudden rush of fury. Nobody bea
Thank you for the game...Thank you for everything,Thank you for the game...1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
All the things you did to me.
Thank you for all the change you made,
More than I could even try and see.
Thank you for making me love,
Making me leap without learning for care.
Thank you for teaching me its worth
Before telling me that, for me, it wasn't there.
Thank you for keeping me safe,
Catching the heart I thought didn't exist.
Thank you for not giving it away,
Although we both know it wasn't for anyone else.
Thank you for running from me,
Before I loved you more than I could stand.
Thanks for letting me know you didn't
So I never had to show my hand.
Thanks for proving that I was better,
Showi
Cabin Pressure - Sydney'Tale as old as timeCabin Pressure - Sydney1 year ago in Comedy More Like This
True as it can be.
Barely even friends,
then somebody bends
unexpectedly...'
The music played full blast in the kitchen as Chloe grabbed a container of cut tomatoes from the fridge to add to the salad. Doing a little twirl in time to the music, she started singing along as she threw them into the bowl.
"Perfect."
And of course it had to be since Martin was coming for dinner tonight. And it was going to be just him and her for dinner and a movie, much to the disappointment of Arthur, the amusement of Douglas, and the raised eyebrow of Carolyn. But this was going to be different than the usual dinners (or what the
VegasCAROLYN enters waving tickets. MARTIN, ARTHUR and DOUGLAS are sitting in the lounge. MARTIN's reading at first but gets up and starts pacing, ARTHUR is flicking through a deck of cards and DOUGLAS is slouching, watching the attendant.Vegas1 year ago in Comedy More Like This
CAROLYN- Pack your bags, boys; you're going to Vegas!
MARTIN- Where?!
DOUGLAS- All night gambling and sequined girls here we come!
ARTHUR- Girls with sequin skin? Oh my gosh, how cool! Did they come from another planet or something?
DOUGLAS- They're out of this world, that's for sure.
ARTHUR- Aw, ace! I want sequin skin.
MARTIN- Why are we going to Vegas?
CAROLYN- We've got a sponsor.
ARTHUR- Like a spo
SociopathIt's just a word.Sociopath2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's just a defence.
It's just a cover up, a wall to separate you from everybody else. It's just a veil to block out what's real, what's important.
Your eyes see everything except the obvious. Your mind picks up on everyone else's thoughts and feelings but not your own. You've locked them away in a safe at the back of your ingenious brain, never to be opened. It has a rusted lock. You claim not to have a heart because those with emotion are weak, you say.
Although it really just makes them stronger.
You see everything, but you see nothing at all. You are as blind as them. You know nothing.
You do not want to.
Yo
Anderson The Action FigureAnderson the Action FigureAnderson The Action Figure2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Young!Sherlock
Rating:PG
Sherlock was just waiting for the next case but Mycroft never came through. After Miss Molly's death he and Cindy have been busy so they couldn't do anything for him. Mrs.Havers deiced to step in and the death of Anderson the Action Figure was hatched. Sherlock was pacing around his room utterly bored and contemplating about shooting his wall again with his bb gun just to do something when Mycroft came charging and promptly fell flat on his ass. Sherlock smirked and told to the dazed teenage boy on the floor "I got bored and grease the doorway. Seemed it was a good idea." His smirk falte
CalligraphyCalligraphy2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
It'd almost got to the point where Sherlock no longer registered as human in John's mind; he was something alien, cold and crystallised.
Fingers caressed the pen, gripped it and pulled it to the page, forming the letter in one smooth, flowing line, flicking out at the end before moving to create the next with a gentle hand.
It was something he was quite proud of; something he had always been proud of. It was the memories of being seven years old with a crop of sandy blonde hair and a quietly sunny disposition, only just tall enough to sit on the high stools in the library practising over and over on reams of paper until home time when John
Learning CurveLearning Curve2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
It had come as a shock at first, discovering the vast recesses of Sherlock's life, but now John Watson took it a day a time. Head today, quoting last month's obituary column off by heart tomorrow.
The first couple were deeply disconcerting to the point where John had actually had to go downstairs for some sweet tea and the sympathetic company of Mrs Hudson for an hour or two. First it was the apparent psychic abilities, {answers to questions John hadn't even begun to express suddenly pouring forth from between the detective's lips after 15 minutes of complete silence between the two} followed by the intimate knowledge of John's toiletry rout
Sherlock and John's accidental kiss!Sherlock and John's accidental kiss!1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
He got up from his armchair suddenly and started pacing around the room. Sherlock then, while still pacing, ripped off his six nicotine patches.
"John? John! Get me seven nicotine patches. NOW!"
John was in the cramped kitchen, emptying the mouldy food out of the fridge…and dismembered fingers and toes were somewhere amongst the disgusting contents.
"H-hang on! Let me just-urgh-put this outside in the bin!"
Sherlock immediately strode into the room, took the bulging bin bag from John and opened the window over the bins. Angrily, he shoved the bin bag out the window and it landed with a thump into the bed of other putrid rubbish
Incantations and Deductions SHObviously it took years for them to ever get around to speaking to each other. Sherlock reasoned that it was natural: as well as being in different, some might even say rival, houses, there was also the social class divide and the fact that Sherlock always gave off the general air of someone who never wanted to talk to anyone, in his life, ever. As a general rule Sherlock felt that unless someone was directly benefitting him by being alive in his presence he would do his best to tolerate them, but if not they could bloody well bugger off and do their dull living /breathing /sleeping /eating /talking /having fun business somewhere eIncantations and Deductions SH2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sherlock Fanfiction- ScarfJohn Watson threw open the door to his appartment enraged. His coat was streaked from the pouring rain outside, dribbling down and hitting the floor with tiny, dull plods. His breathing deepened in anger and he tried to wipe the water off of his face with his sleeve, but only managing to leave a wet smear.Sherlock Fanfiction- Scarf1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Sherlock!" He shouted, almost shaking the walls.
His voice echoed around the room sharply. All was silent, except for the sound of cars motoring outside.
John flicked his sleeves, groaning at the state of himself. His hair was drenched and plastered to his head and his yellow, slightly nerdish jumper was soaked through.
Peeling off
Incant and Deduct Part 6The next morning John is in a fairly good mood when he first opens his eyes and is met with a room bathed with late autumn sun. Mondays means extra time in bed as he doesn't have to haul himself off for an early breakfast before Quidditch practice. Then he remembers the events of the previous evening and his good mood dissipates somewhat.Incant and Deduct Part 62 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Not that there was anything particularly distressing about his interview with Mycroft Holmes. Even though he'd been collected by a frankly eerie looking assistant (pointy face, stick thin to the point of being a broom handle, that straight blonde hair that marked her out immediately as former Sly
This isn't Bad GrammarSmear make up,This isn't Bad Grammar6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and a tear in my left eye
you can just tell.
Dear lord shes fallen again.
and
its
the
truth.
And I try to look irresistible
though I look a bit forgettable.
I really didn't know that I was
this bad and why do I
used
a
capital
letter
for
I ?
i'm not that important
i saw that you took an interest
don't tell anyone
they say i'm attention seeking
and i do it for the thrill
well
i
like
the
thrill
of
your
hips
Will you walk on by ?--
i took an interest in your affairs
now i'm breaking
cut your self on my image
after
all
i
am
not
that
important
not even for a capital letter
UmbrellaWe stand. We walk.Umbrella1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Under my umbrella.
Sheltered from the rain and the cold.
Like we're sheltered from the whole world.
We're closer than normal.
Makes me warmer.
The rain patters relentlessly.
Scarely similar to my heartbeat.
I don't want the reain to stop.
I don't want you to not need the shelter.
My shelter.
Me.
Stay with me.
Under my umbrella.
Use it as shade against the cruel sun when the rain clouds clear.
But stay.
With me.
Under our umbrella.
Sta.sh
