BBC Sherlock: Learn to be LonelyJohn wasn't woken up by the suspicious crack of the floorboards, a sudden and inexplicable draught, nor by bright light attacking his pupils. No, the sensation was far more subtle. A certain feeling of absence. The gnawing coldness. The emptiness around him. John slowly opened his eyelids and noticed what was wrong. The other side of the bed was vacant. John's eyes wandered across the room and stopped at the slim silhouette bathed in the moonlight, which only highlighted the paleness of the naked skin. Sherlock was standing by the window and looking out at the quiet and empty street below. He was looking, but not really seeing. His eyes were awash with deep sadness, something John had never observed before.BBC Sherlock: Learn to be Lonely2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"What's wrong, Sherlock?" John asked with worry.
Sherlock flinched a little, not being aware that John had been watching him. His facial expression changed instantly as if he put a joyful mask on.
"Nothing, John. I'm sorry if I woke you up." Sherlock apologised, twisting his lips in
BBC Sherlock AU: BohemienParis is indeed splendid. Doctor John Watson thought to himself as he was strolling on a boulevard right next to the Seine. Weather was certainly more pleasant here than in England all sunny, with occasional white cloud puffs blowing across the blue sky.BBC Sherlock AU: Bohemien2 years ago in Romance More Like This
John was really glad that he had accepted an invitation to a medical conference, which took place in the capital of France two days ago, and decided to stay in the city for a whole week. A well-deserved vacation, he repeated inwardly with satisfaction. And the hotel was just marvellous.
He glanced mildly intrigued at bookstalls lined up on both sides of the path, but he brought himself to heel and averted his gaze. He wasn't here to browse through musty novels, his purpose was far more important. Or so he hoped, filled with doubt.
It was still relatively early, so the gas lanterns weren't lit. John, however, wished that the darkness could come and engulf him, hiding from prying eyes of other people. As a doctor and a gent
BBC Sherlock: 3 ficlets inspired by songs1.Glee Cast - Smooth CriminalBBC Sherlock: 3 ficlets inspired by songs2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The moment Sherlock went inside the house, he knew something was amiss. He had this gut feeling telling him that John was in danger, that's why he ran home like a madman in the first place. But he didn't realise how accurate he was in his predictions, until he saw bloodstains on the carpet. His heart skipped a beat, but he didn't waste any time.
"John!" he yelled at the top of his lungs and rushed headlong upstairs. He was cautious, his senses working at full steam, and he kept tracking the blood trail like a trained dog. His mind started analysing situation and he instantly knew what had happened. John answered the door since Mrs Hudson was away, the visitor stabbed him, John fought him off and started running away into the apartment.
The bloodstains and reddish shoe prints led into Sherlock's bedroom. The door was ajar.
"John, are you okay? ", he shouted while running towards the room. And there John was, lying motionless on the floor in a pool of
BBC Sherlock: Wanting moreJohn had sometimes really strange dreams and the one he was experiencing right now was definitely among the weirdest. He felt a big and slimy snail sucking on his forehead, trying to make a hole in his skull and slurp up his brain. John tried to scream or defend himself, but he was powerless.BBC Sherlock: Wanting more2 years ago in Romance More Like This
He was relieved when he woke up and the surreal dream ended. However, the sucking feeling didn't go away, which almost gave him a heart attack. He jumped up in the armchair, causing Sherlock to back away.
"What the hell?" He asked in utter confusion, fixing his gaze on Sherlock's intrigued face. He moved his hand to his forehead and felt a moisture there. "What the hell, Sherlock?" He repeated with anger.
"Waking somebody up with a kiss is said to be very romantic." Sherlock stated in a scholarly tone.
John looked at him with disbelief and snorted.
"Where did you get that?"
"You need to stop reading that crap," he sighed and shook his head with resignation. Sherlock's new hobby
Sherlock BBC: The Meowing ProblemSensing that it was John, who was coming home and not someone else, didn't prove a challenge to the great Sherlock Holmes. Doctor Watson had this very specific way of opening the front door, unique pace of climbing the stairs and breathing pattern that somehow felt soothing. But Sherlock, sitting in his armchair and browsing through a newspaper, knew that something was different today. All those little habits of John's were slightly altered. Perhaps due to the rain that kept falling incessantly for the whole day. Whatever the reason, Sherlock was mildly intrigued. Something was afoot.Sherlock BBC: The Meowing Problem2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Hello, John," he said casually, eyes fixed on John.
"Hello, Sherlock," John replied quickly and hurried to the kitchen, clearly trying to avoid the attention of his flatmate. Obviously, that had quite the opposite effect, especially when a muffled "meow" could be heard coming from the general direction of John.
"John?" Sherlock asked with misleading calmness.
"Yes?" The water was dripping from him as if
Sherlock BBC: UncertaintyA semi-sequel to Like a VirginSherlock BBC: Uncertainty2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Six o'clock in the morning is never the right time to wake up after a drinking session. John Watson moaned and groaned and tried to go back to sleep, but repeated thuds, rustles and beeps coming from the living room rendered his intention impossible.
He opened his eyelids slowly, but the sunlight attacked his pupils with the force of a nuclear blast causing him to put a pillow over his head with a faint hope to block out the dazzling brightness, which pierced right through his skull. He felt as if a herd of elephants was tap dancing inside his brain, his throat was bone dry and the taste inside his mouth indicated that he must have at least munched on a dead cat. He moaned heartbreakingly once again, wishing he was dead. The noises from the living room, without a doubt produced by Sherlock, certainly didn't improve his psychical and mental condition.
When he finally gathered strength to sit up, he started massaging his temples and tried to pull him
Forever Hatred of the MoonForever Hatred of the Moon6 years ago in Horror More Like This
It was the time of night when the mist appears. Darkness covers the land, and I step out of it to gaze upon the full moon. A nightly ritual. Rage consumes me. That moon has turned me into this thing, this monster. I hate everything about it, with every bone in my disfigured body. That bitch of a silver orb has ruined me! I could curse it and scream till my grotesque voice gives out, but none of it will make a bit of difference. When night falls and the moon rises I am stuck as I am. This hideous disgusting beast of a man. Oh I am chained by this adulteress.
I am mesmerized by it, the moon. Though I am filled with so much unwavering hate for it. The warm glow is like a petulant child demanding attention you are unable to ignore it. Right now it is mocking me as I stare. As if to say. 'If you hate me, why look? In fact I entice you. Do I not?' It is laughing at me. Make it stop! Why must it be this way? What have I done to wrong you so? I fall to my knees and beg the heavens above. I fee
Sherlock BBC - Like a VirginAs John was staggering up the stairs to their shared flat on 221B Baker Street and struggling to keep his balance in a really pathetic and futile impression of a walk, he thought that spending the whole evening in "Red Lion", drinking pint after pint, maybe wasn't such a good idea.Sherlock BBC - Like a Virgin2 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was all Sherlock's fault, as usual. A few hours ago he announced fervently that he was bored out of his mind, and, since there wasn't any interesting case available, it could be fruitful to go to a pub and try spying on people. After all, drunk clientele are more prone to spill the beans and reveal some juicy secrets. At least that's what Sherlock claimed using more sophisticated vocabulary and making those puppy eyes, which you couldn't simply refuse. The truth was, John didn't really want to oppose this time, because an evening in a pub sounded fantastic. He envisioned that a bit of unwinding will be a nicer pastime than chasing criminals all around London as they normally do. So John was quite glad whe
KY: SPAZZ BABY SPAZZ!KY: SPAZZ BABY SPAZZ!2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
KY: SPAZZ BABY SPAZZ!
Here I go again with my hella sick rhymes,
Jegus I forget it all, most of the time
But Homestuck's got me going,
Now my flames are highly burning,
My inspiration gone zapping,
Double vision's what I'm seeing,
All my senses activating,
Waiting for a Hussie updating,
I'm going crazy in this crap,
Now you guys just watch me rap!
NumbMaking me numbNumb5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A cut in the soul
Leaking hope, leaking life
Depression, panic, anguish
The feeling of not knowing
Tearing everything apart
Cannot see, cannot breathe
Not present in mind
I'm gone, walking through darkness
This will not work
Tell me what to do
FFM: BrokenThey broke him in the morning. His back is raw. Leather never cut so; they whipped him with a chain. Could they have guessed what their brutality would unleash?FFM: Broken2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
In the name of faith, in the name of justice, they broke him. And his soul split open, yielding up the spirit of vengeance.
Predation. Base killing drive. Manifest.
In the morning they broke him. And he broke them back all through the afternoon and evening, through the gloaming dusk until well after dark. Only the rising moon is left to witness as he steps to the edge. Bleeding and bloody with his kills, groaning every breath like a foundered horse, he sways against the cold night wind.
Below him is the thunder of waves; the boom and gurgle. The drowning song.
Wet hands. Emptiness.
He throws himself into space.
Change of hearts 1Fanfic of SherlockChange of hearts 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Change of hearts 1
"I can't believe my dear Howard is gone!"cried the old widow out as peramedics removed the dead body of her murdered husband. "Anyone who pops to mind that hated your husband so much that he wanted him dead?"I asked not interested in the grief of the wheeping widow.
"What he means is that we're sorry for your loss ma'am."John picked in, trying to smooth-talk my emotionless action. "But we want to catch the killer of your husband as quickly as possible and therefor we need to question any person of interest. Is there someone in preticuliar where Mr. Jamesson spended a lot of time with?". "Well..."she sniffed. "There is one person who knew my husband better then I did and that's our granddaughter. She lives here at the mansion ever since she was 15 because her parents died in a car accident. Even though she has the rebelious character of her late mother instead of the character of my late son, she and my husband sticked together like g
Reunion in the LifeStreamReunion in the LifeStream3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Pairing Zack and Aerith
Summary Zack has already returned to the planet and is waiting for Aerith to join him in the lifestream
Disclaimer The Characters belong to Square Enix cos without them we would have no Final Fantasy and thats a world I wouldn't like to live in lol
Setting Final Fantasy VII During the game
Type of literary work One-shot
Status of the work Complete
He hated days like these, observing from above waiting for the day the women he truly loved would return to the planet that he had already done not a few months ago.
That day still haunted him, memoires started to dance in his mind of the day, he was finally free he had managed to get himself and his friend out of the lab where they were treated like lab rats being used for experiments of a deranged scientist. Midgar was in sight when the ShinRa army had caught up with the escaped 'lab rats' that had been almost a year since they escaped and they wouldn't of made it that fa
Wolf Legend - Part I1. AndrewWolf Legend - Part I7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
He stood over the body.
It's over, he thought. No more. I'm not like them, their traditions, rituals, this pack... I'm different. It's over for me.
The scent of blood was overwhelming. The heat from the fire only reminded him of the hate that grew within him.
I hate them, he repeated over and over in his head. How could they, and for what, they call this honor!?
He wanted to see them burn. Fire didn't seem enough. He could only think of the worst kinds of deaths one could experience, and he wished it on them.
He was alone. It was not what he wanted, but it was all his fault. He had taken everything too far.
My lies did this. My hope to be different. He had lived with his curse long enough, he was asked to do the only thing he vowed never to do.
"I will not!" Andrew yelled out in the darkness.
Shadows moved across the field. Glowing eyes were on him, fueled by hatred and judgment. He didn't care. He wouldn't stand it.
His eyes gl
BBC Sherlock: NightmaresThe moment John woke up, he knew something was wrong. He was a light sleeper, courtesy of Afghanistan, so any sign of danger could instantly jolt him wide awake. And now he clearly sensed that his life was hanging by a thread. However, John decided to be cautious and not to make any unnecessary movements, which might provoke an assault. Instead he just opened his eyes slightly and carefully scanned the room shrouded in darkness. Yes, his instinct didn't fail him. There was someone standing at the door. The stranger was motionless, but John could hear him breathing irregularly, as if he just stopped running and tried to calm down. A shadowy, anonymous silhouette, like a monster from children's nightmares.BBC Sherlock: Nightmares2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
John felt fear rising in his chest, but years of being a soldier helped him to maintain his cool. His mind started racing, desperately trying to figure out what to do. He thought about the gun he kept in a bedside table's drawer, but he doubt he'd be quick enough to grab it before th
Echo of the past 01 [ENG]Echo of the past 01 [ENG]2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
All chapters are under correction
Chapter with better formatting, in PDF file: http://xkyoux.wordpress.com/2012/05/09/story-about-boys-love/
A few words from the author:
The chapter below has come into being spontaneously, for fun, without the bigger concept of writing any more chapters. It wasn’t supposed to have any form of continuity, and the thread of Marcin & Nivan - the two heroes in this story - was meant as a note of spice in their created lives. Both characters were created for the purpose of a role playing game, both of them had partners in their lives as well as separate histories. And so it was meant to stay... in the beginning that is. But "Karma" wanted it different
After the unexpected warm reception of the first chapter the author decided to continue the story. She wrote the second and the third chapter intertwining the boys paths, added a few others and so the story took shape.
The author intertwines the lives of two men, best friends in the pas
1: Mias and Elle Meet AgainElle glanced around the wide expanse of the ballroom, suppressing a yawn with the back of her hand. It was just after eleven o'clock and she was eager for the night to end so she could go home and crawl into bed. She wasn't normally one for these types of parties, but she had promised her friends that she would attend this illustrious costume ball that they had been planning for the past several weeks.1: Mias and Elle Meet Again3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She shifted from side to side, grateful that the long crimson skirt of her ball gown was long enough that she was at least able to wear her favorite pair of comfortable flats. Her friends had all opted for sexy high heels, but Elle knew that after an hour of that her feet would begin to feel like they were being twisted in a vice. The bodice of the gown, however, gave her nothing but trouble. It was so tight she could hardly breathe, with a neckline so low that she felt completely exposed. Her friends had assured her that she looked ravishing, but she felt ridiculous and more than a litt
A KumquatI grasp it between two fingersA Kumquat3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
its size holding little promise.
How can something so small hold anything but disappointment?
I promise, I won't let you down.
I roll its mottled flesh between my fingers,
pure burnt orange infiltrated by sneaking yellow splotches
and marred by clusters of peppered black dots.
They cluster together in the perforated plastic
every one with a stem like an eye
looking at me with an accusatory gaze.
A treacherous gaze,
an innocent, bold faced, stare
of one who knows she cannot be denied.
How can you think I would lie?
I take the bait and push a fruit
between my incisors
biting down as my mouth fills with the acrid taste of regret.
The promise of sweetness is unfulfilled
and my face contorts
and my eyes close
and I work the pulp around my mouth,
searching for that lost assurance.
I meant to tell you sooner.
I give up and force the answer down my throat.
I can still taste the caustic swells on my tongue
as I look into those unblinking, innocent eyes.
I push the