1. The Marvellous Adventures of Sebastian Scarlett1. The Marvellous Adventures of Sebastian Scarlett2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I truly believe that the adventures in our lives are only as marvellous as we make them."
~ Captain Alexandros Scarlett in his journal.
Sebastian Scarlett lay on the ground, his face pressed into the musty, coarse earth of the notorious Taric Plains. His left arm was slowly going numb, and he regretted placing it under his heavy, alert body. Gritting his teeth, he hoped that the attack would start before he lost use of his arm completely. Not far away from him, he could see the leather boot of one of the crew members. Sebastian could not remember his name, but prayed that whoever it was could fight well enough to not let him down when they charged. Sebastian glanced up, casting his eyes over the faint coils of smoke rising from the enemy camp. It would be an adrenaline filled 200 meter sprint to reach their opponents. Nestled in crude army issued tents, they were waiting, oblivious to the small yet plucky threat that had mustered in the sparse woods beside them. Captain Alexand
Smith and Holmes Chapter 1AUTHOR'S NOTE: for Sherlock, this is set after the resolution of the Reichenbach Fall, so there will be no deliberate spoilers, save one or two lines which contain a small nod to the cliff-hanger and for The Doctor, this is set after The Doctor, The Widow and The Wardrobe, so no major spoilers at all.Smith and Holmes Chapter 12 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
CHAPTER 1: Meeting
"I hate you, you know."
"I know you do, but please put that aside and help us with this case."
If you ever see Sherlock Holmes he is either A) Bored, B) Annoyed or C) Frustrated. At this moment in time he was now dragged over to Nashville, Tennessee to help Lestrade with a very perplexing murder case, just two days after "returning". Even Sherlock Holmes misses his bed.
"Right," began Dr John Watson, Holmes' companion and regular blogger of their adventures. "Victim is in his late twenties, Caucasian; preliminary findings see no stab or gunshot wound so C.O.D. is internal; possible drug overdose "
"We checked his medical records," Lestrade said. "He wasn't t
When The Wax Melts-For RJL7983"Build me a set of wings,When The Wax Melts-For RJL79832 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
out of your finest wax and string,
add the birds' outermost feathers,
make the straps with good leather.
Using string of ebony black,
sew the wings to his back,
Cast him off into the sky,
smile as he plummets and dies."
The girl's voice reaches out and caresses each note of the song, as she runs her fingers through the flames.
"Build me a set of wings" She hums and reaches in through the fire, scooping up a handful of the still hot and gooey wax, molding it in her fingers. Gently she pushes and presses the wax, and it begins to take shape.
"Out of your finest wax and string" Her voice a steady rhythm as the shears come out. She rummages through the cupboards, searching for the twine.
"This'll do." She mumbles, pulling out a foot long piece of cord and beginning to intricately weave it through the soft wax.
"Add the birds' outermost feathers" She sings to fill the silence, then dances over to the cages on the earthen wall. Still humming, she
A Theory in Sleep Deprivation: BBC Sherlock FanficIt had been a trying day at the surgery, and as John walked up the steps to his, no, their, flat, he had a feeling that whatever was in that flat was not going to help him in the slightest.A Theory in Sleep Deprivation: BBC Sherlock Fanfic2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It had been five months since Sherlock's return. After he had explained everything to a very confused, poignant, and belligerent John what the nature of his actions had been, and what he had accomplished in the three years past, John was more or less okay with the new situation. Well, things didn't go as smoothly as Sherlock had hoped they would because John at the time was thoroughly convinced that he was either going off the mend, or the victim of some cruel joke. John had gone so far as to kick Sherlock out of the flat, only to let him back in the next day, broken and on the verge of tears whilst explaining the cause of his unstable behavior. Sherlock's return had most certainly been shocking, almost horrific for John. But, it was as if he had been awoken from some kind of
Beauty so DivineThe girl with the beauty, the beauty so divine, walks like a whisper to the back room. Lights long put out, windows she covered herself. The only thing in the room in the back is herself, and the candle. A rather large candle, of yellowed wax and flower carvings on the side.Beauty so Divine2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She walks to the candle, pulls the hidden matches from beneath it. strikes a match against the rough section of the packaging, and after a few times, getting a spark and flame.
The girl with the beauty holds the flame to the wick, until it, too, gets a small flame atop it. She sits back, and waits.
After a few minutes, the girl takes the candle, pulls her dress above her knees, and pours the wax upon her skin.
She likes the burning sensation, the pain of the heat. The way she can feel the wax harden as it dries, and crumbles from her body.
She repeats this many times, a daily ritual. Always poured in the same place on her calf, she wears long skirts to hide the now permanent red mark on her skin, even when the sun
To Melt Ice- For RJL7983It's early morning, the sun just barely revealing its light above the treetops. You step outside, breath misting in the cold, watching the dark blue sky fade to its daylight shade. Smiling at the familiar sight, you see the half moon making an appearance still. A perfect start to winter break. Pulling on your 'snow chains for shoes', the fifteen minute trek begins.To Melt Ice- For RJL79832 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Arriving at your sanctuary pleasantly warm and somewhat sweaty, off come the snow-boots, revealing white woolen socks with polka dots. You don a well-worn pair of skates and step onto the iced-over pond. Rearranging the camera strap around your neck, you begin to move.
"Aaah," you think to yourself, as the newborn calf feeling in your legs dissipate, "this is bliss."
There's nothing but you and the ice, the feeling in your legs as you move, hands clasped around your camera, holding it tight. That camera contains many memories for you, it's captured all things, both good and bad. Eventually, you reach the spot you're s
Sontaran Encounter - (11th Doctor/River/Jack)The Doctor and River run into Jack, who's a bit befuddled about their relationship.Sontaran Encounter - (11th Doctor/River/Jack)2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Jack shot at one of the bulky figures over the wooden barricade he was hiding behind. Blaster fire and grenades exploded all around him, peppering him with debris.
He ducked back behind his barricade and changed out the charge pack in his gun. A lanky man ran up, slipped in the shale, and joined him behind the barricade. The floppy haired individual stared up at him in shock.
"Jack! What are you doing here?" he said in a high pitched, surprised voice.
"Shooting people," Jack said, and took a couple of potshots over the barrier. "Who the hell are you?"
"Jack," the man said with a trace of hurt. "It's me."
"Gonna have to be more specific than that," Jack said, sighting down his gun. "I know a lot of me's."
"Oh, right, the face."
Jack's head whipped around at that. He scanned the man in front of him, young, pretty mouth, thick hair, wearing, good god, a bow tie and tweed. "Doctor?"
The man grinned.
Age 11- Summer (Request Wholock)Age 11- SummerAge 11- Summer (Request Wholock)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He'd been exploring the woods outside their summer house when he first heard that wheezing. It was an odd sound, like the whirring of a machine mixed with a winded cough. The wind suddenly picked up around him, ruffling the grass at his feet. Without a moment's hesitation, he ran for the sound.
Finally, something to break the monotony, he grinned, then stopped. In the middle of the small clearing stood an old blue police box. He blinked. No one really used police boxes anymore, and even that fact didn't explain what it was doing sitting in the middle of the woods. Cautiously he stepped forward and touched it. It seemed to....vibrate? That's not possible, how could a police box vibrate?
"Hello!" He jumped about a foot and half backwards at the voice and looked up. A strange man had poked his head out of the door, floppy brown hair cut in a sort of fringe pushed to the side and a goofy grin on his face. But it was his eyes that drew the young boy, those dark
Anniversary BluesIt's River's first wedding anniversary since her last kiss with the Doctor. She's not handling it well.Anniversary Blues2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"She's in there," the sweating man waved at the bar. "She's crazy! Unfortunately, she's also a good shot."
"What set her off?"
"Hell if I know," the little man rubbed his bald pate. "She came in looking like she wanted to drown her sorrows, and next thing I know she's shooting shit out of my bar!"
The tall man patted him on the shoulder, "I'll see what I can do."
He walked into a smoking rubble of a bar. Tables were turned over, drinks spilled, bottles shattered, glass crunched under foot.
He found her sitting in the corner, back to the wall, a whining gun in one hand, and a half-empty bottle of Tequila in the other. From the evidence on the table it wasn't the first.
"River," he muttered calmingly.
She looked wired, her eyes electric, as dangerous as someone with nothing to lose. She shot at him. The bolt sizzled over his shoulder, close enough that he felt the heat of i
Welcome Home - DrarryI walked down the all too familiar street. I was surprised by how much the same everything looked despite it having been several years since I had been here. But I had my eyes on one house that towered over the others at the end of the street, a huge manor, that I knew from some experience was not nearly as unwelcoming and foreboding on the inside as it looked on the outside.Welcome Home - Drarry5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I stopped and sat down on a bench when I was maybe a block away to run over my plan. Wait plan? What plan? I had no plan! This was completely stupid. Why was I doing this? Would Draco even still love me? I still loved him, but that didn't mean that he hadn't found someone else to move on with his life with when I hadn't come back. Not wanting to think these disturbing thoughts, I sat back, closed my eyes, and let past memories wash over me, starting from Draco and my first kiss.
I was lying in a tree, eyes closed, relaxing after a grueling Potions test, when I heard a voice break through my p
A is for anomalous orphansA is for anomalous orphans2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A is for anomalous orphans
Neglected and alone
Escewted, they stand hither
Aghast and tormented
But if thee art not to pity them
They pick hence at thy bone
Smith and Holmes Chapter 3CHAPTER 3: The Game in the ShadowsSmith and Holmes Chapter 32 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"What was that?"
"Rat or something?"
In a dark, isolated warehouse, vermin are an eventual possibility. But there were none here tonight. Well, there were no signs of 'traditional vermin'.
What the Master, the boss and the coronel classify as vermin were in fact present, hidden in the shadows.
"This is where they're hiding?" John asked.
"The TARDIS has tracked them to this building, so it's safe to assume they are here," The Doctor answered.
"So," began Sherlock, "we have the location, the plan: all we need now is the culprit. But first; information. Who is he, The Master?"
"One of my kind; a Time Lord. The most dangerous. His only prospect is to live up to his title. Master of every living thing."
"So what happened to him?" John inquired.
"Last time I met him, he planned on bringing my people back from the dead. He was sent back with them."
"So how can he get back?"
"There is a small gap of time in which he can live before he dies.
Grave DiggerGrave DiggerGrave Digger2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hints of Mystrade and Johnlock. Because I'm that fan.
This was a request for RJL7983, on DeviantART, who requested a story where Sherlock finds an alien spacecraft. Just remember, everyone, things aren't always what they seem .but sometimes, they're exactly that .
John Watson groaned and opened his eyes slowly. He looked around. Huh. That was funny. What was he doing in a car? The light was on. He looked around it a bit more, inspecting it. It looked like one of Mycroft's. He couldn't remember much-had he borrowed it? Maybe.
The radio was on. Static crackled over the song playing, which was Call Me Maybe by Carly Rae Jepsen. Groaning at the sound, Watson shut it off and looked around. It was very dark outside.
He began to roll down the window, but let out a small cry as rocks and earth fell through the partially opened window. He hurriedly rolled it back up.
Why did his neck hurt? He rubbed it with the back of his hand and winced in pain. That s
2. The Marvellous Adventures of Sebastian Scarlett2. The Marvellous Adventures of Sebastian Scarlett2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I sometimes wonder if it is right to take the life of another man. It's all a matter of survival really. After all, a dead man can't fight back." ~ Sebastian Scarlett in his diary
Blood splattered across his face as Sebastian sliced his sword at the shouting face that was racing towards him. The soldier staggered back, his features mangled by the fresh wound that stretched from his forehead to his chin. Someone crashed into him, and he fell to the ground where he was trampled by his retreating comrades.
Sebastian had already turned away to face a new threat. An officer swung his sabre towards his neck. Automatically, the young air raider raised his own blade to meet it, sending the sound of metal on metal ringing through the camp. A temporary battle induced deafness meant that no one heard it. The officer withdrew his blade and stabbed it viciously towards Sebastian's stomach, forcing him to take a step back before he was wounded. Quickly, the officer spun his blade to attack S
Alice Le'Rein Faurin BeorchName: Alice Le'Rein Faurin BeorchAlice Le'Rein Faurin Beorch2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Birthday: December 19, 1990
Likes: Wood, Candles, Light Scents, Night Time, and Factories.
Dislikes: Arachnids, Popular people, Bullies, Anyone who is not willing to help her.
Hair Color: Reddish Tan Blonde
Eye Color: Perfect Green
Skin Color: Tan
Descents: 41% British, 20% Polish, 10% Irish, 4% Cherokee Indian, 25% Canadian
Orientation: Straight, but gets easily intimidated by girls who are 'prettier' than her.
Favorite Colors: Blue, Black, White, and Grey.
Least Favorite Colors: Pink, Yellow, and Purple.
Mom ~ Layla Elizabeth Rue-Beorch
Dad ~ Scott Dean Beorch
Grandma ~ Elda Rue
Aunt ~ Maraeyh Lea Beorch
((This will be extended))
Personality: Alice is definetly a born to be Tomboy. She doesn't mind getting down and dirty. She is often quiet though. She thinks about suicidal intentions but doesn't dare to. She has failed a few times in her life, and is diagnosed with Depression. She often goes outside to take a walk to keep her mind of
Smith and Holmes Chapter 4CHAPTER 4: One Month LaterSmith and Holmes Chapter 42 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Detective Inspector Lestrade was walking down the footpath of Baker Street on a bright sunny morning. Nothing major in the police reports today. He decided to take a longer lunch break. He remembered that there was a café below Sherlock's apartment, and he never tried it. Today, he decided to chance it.
"Oh, hello there," he heard as he walked in through the doorway. The source of the voice was the owner of the café and its apartments above.
"Hello, Mrs Hudson isn't it?" replied Lestrade.
"That's right. If you're looking for the boys, they'll be around shortly."
"Okay. Any chance of a coffee?"
Greg took a table at the back of the building and started into his coffee. Just as he finished the beverage, two men walked into the restaurant. Two men who Lestrade instantly recognised.
"Well, I doubt if Lestrade's division would be able to cover up something that big, let alone the FBI. Oh, speak of the devil. Hello, Greg."
"Afternoon, John, Sherlock,
Sorry...*CREEPYPASTA*It was like every other stupid weekday. I lay on my side on the bed, toying around with my DSi, thinking about nothing in particular. It was a balmy nintey-five degrees outiside, natural for a mid-spring day in southern California, and I broke out in a sweat everytime the oscelating fan turned away from me for a second.Sorry...*CREEPYPASTA*2 years ago in Settings More Like This
Pokemon Black. My latest addition to my growing Pokemon collection. It had currently become my "main" game, where I store all of my best Pokemon. If only I knew where my Heartgold, I could start shipping my guys there onto here. Someday...
Suddenly as I cycled through Undella Town ingame, I had the strangest urge to break out my old Gameboy and play one of my older Pokemon games. I quickly saved my Black and tucked the DSi safely under my pillow like the paranoid little bugger I am, and reached for the ancient system in the drawer next to my bed.
I went ahead and took out the Hamtaro game that inside it already and browsed over which game I should play. Emerald, Sapphir
CandlesThe cloak of night draped around my shoulders, softCandles2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Against my skin, I yearn for the light of day
For the burn against my skin
My life is empty of this light, so in its place
I light candles. Wait for them to pull me in.
The room ablaze with fire, flickering, fragile, fierce,
Give me something more than this emptiness and
I hope that they will inflame me.
Love, hate, sorrow, anger, give me joy or pain
Just to feel. Something more than this.
Flames like every lost soul, looking for a way to
Find their way out of the dark, but there's no light to find.
There is only cold or passion
Do you think that angels in heaven
Long to hate, relieve the boredom?
Flames reflected in an empty mirror,
Casting shadows in the light, silhouettes writhe, dance.
I will let them burn
Like angels dancing in hellfire
Just to feel. To feel the pain again.
ANGEL .:Pokemon Creepypasta:.At the age of 7, my friend showed me her copy of Pokemon Yellow. She was 8, and had a pretty good team. Her older brother, who was 13 at the time, taught her to obtain all the Kanto starters in Yellow, as well as her Pikachu, who she named after her mother, Cammy.ANGEL .:Pokemon Creepypasta:.2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I remember everything she told me about Pokemon. She told me you could get a starter, in her case a Pikachu, and catch a team, and they were your friends who fought for you.
Oh boy I loved Pokemon after that. I begged my mom to get me a copy of Pokemon Blue for my Gameboy Color. When she got me the game I was literally glued to the screen and controls. I had started with Bulbasaur because my young self knew nothing of stats and only caught Pokemon to their cuteness or "epicness". In this case I got Bulbasaur because of its cite look and cry. Nothing else. I caught a Rattata, Pidgey, Caterpie, Zubat, and a Gastly because I liked the way they looked. my entire team was a pretty weak team overall. So When I got frustrated at the
Here, Lemmie Help...Here, Lemmie Help...3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Looking out with his usual half-lidded gaze, Gamzee watched the children play. Some thought it strange, but Gamzee just happened to be a people-watcher, and the most interesting were the kids. Adults were easy to predict; their offspring, on the other hand, could go from crying because of a skinned knee to squealing in utter delight as another being gave chase. Tavros, in turn, watched the watcher with a happy smile, having opted out of his wheelchair to sit on the picnic table at Gamzee's side and listened to him play the cherry-red guitar before his lover had spaced out with people watching.
"H-having fun, Gamzee?" he teased, waving a hand across the older boy's face to break him of his trance. "Of course," Gamzee replied nonchalantly, "This is the miracle of life. It's worth waiting to watch." He paused, thinking over his own words before changing the subject completely. Patting the neck of his guitar, Gamzee grinned and asked, "Wanna play, motherfucker?"
Taken aback, Tavros fidgete
TimeTime to laugh,Time3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Time to cry,
Time to lie,
Time to choke,
Time to die.
Hours come and go humbly on,
When singers sing their song,
Axes hack and swords slash,
As minions pray for mercy,
Under your benevolent smile.
Time to sigh,
Time to fly,
Time to sail,
Time to flail,
Time to dine.
Minutes pass into seconds past,
As black cats prowl with claws so sharp,
With harpys playing a harp so fair,
With white blossoms of a cherry tree,
Snow white in the wisps of their hair.
Smith and Holmes Chapter 2CHAPTER 2: The LeadSmith and Holmes Chapter 22 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"So why are we here, Doctor?"
"I have a hunch this is where he'll be next."
"Use your head and think."
The Tennessee State Museum was quiet tonight. Mainly, due to the fact it was closed. The Doctor managed to get them in using the Sonic Screwdriver, which John seemed very impressed with. Sherlock, however, took one sharp look at it and noted the few but important flaws of it. Including
"YES, I KNOW IT DOSEN'T WORK ON WOOD!" the Time Lord whispered loudly.
"Plus the fact it can be interfered with by a simple hairdryer "
"Do you ever stop?"
"I've been hoping for an answer for that one for two years," John added. "No results, yet."
Despite it being one of the major tourist spots for American historians, the security was low tonight. Even with the new exhibit.
"So have you deduced why we are here yet Sherlock?"
"The murder, you believe, is going to attempt to break into the state museum to steal the "on tour" diamond recovered from a mansion in Englan
The Girl of WaxMy name is Sophie. My hobby? Well, I have quite a strange hobby, I'll admit. But it started so long ago, when I was younger. Let me take you back to that innocent time, that time when nothing mattered and all the small things were important. That time of blissful ignorance is where it all started, just weeks after my seventh birthday.The Girl of Wax2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Sophie!"Uncle Jaime shouted down the basement steps. The basement was really his candle making workshop, and I knew of a special hiding place where he would not find me.
I hid there.
His heavy footsteps thudded down the old wooden steps, some of the steps creaking and groaning in protest, until he hit the basement floor. Uncle Jaime's work boots made less noise on the concrete floor."Sophie, are you down here? Your mother called."
Still I waited behind the big silver can, carefully avoiding the surface of the thing. It was very hot, powered by cables plugged into the wall. I avoided those too.
"Well I'll be. Guess she's somewhere upstairs," he muttered.
The England Factory: The Dream SubmissionAlice woke up at 5:00 a.m. She went outside and opened her letterbox.The England Factory: The Dream Submission2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
In the mail it had an envelope from the Factor company. She hated her life, her family,
her parents. EVERYTHING! But she didn't know what was in this letter, and wasn't even going to open it. Instead she went back inside and plopped on the couch sitting like a potatoe watching movies for almost the whole entire day.
She was bored, and had nothing to do. She called over a few friends so they could join her for a mini chat. She even found herself crying on one of her friend's shoulder just because she hated how much she lived. That mini chat only lasted for 2 hours. Her friends had left, and then again she had nothing to do.
She finally decided to open up her mail, she didn't like this fact, because it was from
the factor comapany. She was about to cry, because what if this was ANOTHER decieving letter. She didn't even want to bare her hands into another hell. She waited another whole hour and stalled herself out. She