Somewhere Far AwayIn my distant thoughts i think of somewhere far awaySomewhere Far Away1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
A place where i shall no longer live with the pain of rejection
This place is a very special place within my heart
It gives me hope and courage to live another day
Because maybe today that place won't be so far away
DeepLet's take a dive.Deep1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Take a dive
Into the black abyss.
Never turn back.
You saw the darkeness
Begin to swirl above the waves,
And you became hopeless,
Giving up on even your name.
You have to learn to cope
With the blood around you
Because not even the Pope
Could come close to making you new.
You now have to live in a box
Cloaked in darkness.
Please tell me why you because so heartless.
Let your shirt keep the blood stains,
Because I want to see your pain.
I want to watch you suffer
To serve as an emotional buffer
So that I could one day
Unsee the sins that I have seen you commit.
Let me take you back
To that one deadly mitternacht
So that I can understand
What made your brain rock
So far that it too you to this.
I hate youI hate you2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why would you love me?
Then drop me like you did
Why would you pretend to be
A knight, while evil in you hid
Why would you hurt who I am
Why would you break what I had
Why would you do that, damn
You said you'd never make me sad
I can't understand how or why
How you could hurt me so
I only want to cry
If only I had known
But now it's over and done
You did what you came to do
I once thought you were the one
But now I just hate you
I Won't Run This TimeIt was silent. No stream of ramble, so he wasn't nervous. No over-excited fiddling with levers and buttons, so he wasn't anxious. The air in the TARDIS was heavy as the Doctor serenely operated his ship, a shadow cast across his gaze. Amy looked up from the glass floor where she was sat.I Won't Run This Time3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Doctor, I'm sorry..."
"Don't!" He snapped, "bring it up again and stay back there." His voice was almost vicious as he barked at her. He regretted it, of course, but he couldn't allow her to see the mess his mind was in. Leaning over the console, he closed his eyes, the memory of her lips ghosting over his, her hands on his shoulders and neck, braces and bowtie.
Damn. No. This cannot happen. He told himself sternly.
You let it happen with Rose. The TARDIS retorted through their mental link simply.
He gingerly opened his eyes to a soft, almost whimp
MemoriesThis place was her favourite. She had spent so many summers near that lake, it just formed her memories in such a big way, it was impossible for her not to come back. The lake itself was big, with a small beach for the hot seasons, and was surrounded by trees and summer houses. The beach was kind of cheap, badly kept, with lots of branches and rocks, but the sand felt nice under her feet, and though it was kind of cheap, it kept so many memories, she didn't care about it anymore. Didn't care if a rock just hurt her foot.Memories1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her long and silky brown hair flew on the side, a powerful wind attacking her by surprise. She fell on the ground, laughing, protecting her newly purchased Canon with her hands. She sat on the ground, pushing back her hair and taking off her sunglasses, staring at the movement of the water. The camera had new lenses, and was one of those high quality cameras who would make some amateur photographs jealous. She had the money, and the time, to take beautiful pictures for
Within the Sunflowers A young woman sits on the bonnet of her car, a dusky breeze catching at her hair, ruffling her skirt. She basks in the glow of the setting sun, watching the bobbing heads of the sunflowers in the field beside the road. No noise is to be heard for a few peaceful moments. All is calm this afternoon.Within the Sunflowers1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
A point in the field is disturbed, some sunflowers swaying against the current of their fellows. A line of flowers follows on, taking up the movement as someone within the field can be seen to walk towards her.
A smile unconsciously breaks out on her face as she waits for their arrival. She swings her legs merrily; a staccato beat against the car tyre.
They had met the previous summer, in a place as mundane as the mall. He had been sitting down on a bench in the shade, a nearby store door opening and closing to blast him with conditioned air. Emerging from the store, she had paused as thick heat had buffeted her and the sun momentarily blinded h
Smith and Holmes Chapter 4CHAPTER 4: One Month LaterSmith and Holmes Chapter 41 year 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,
Smith and Holmes Chapter 3CHAPTER 3: The Game in the ShadowsSmith and Holmes Chapter 31 year 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.
The Great England Factory: A Star To Be BornA few days later, Alice woke up on her first day of work.The Great England Factory: A Star To Be Born1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She couldn't believe it happened so Quickly!
She got dressed up and looked her best, she even put mascara on, to see if she
saw any cute guys. But she wasn't too worried. Alice was a bit on the goth side, so she really didn't show any emotion towards love. But she never said never.
Alice drove down her truck, and went onto her dream job.
At The Job
"WELL HELLO ALICE, WELCOME TO THE GREAT ENGLAND!" The Manager Called out
and Alice felt like she was going to pass out. Alice didn't know what to say.
She walked all over the factory saying "oohs and wows" But never said a real whole sentence. She was too excited to. What made her get all jumpy is that she found this ancient wax. Suprisingly nobody even disco
Odd Girl: Part 3 (request) The next day for Hannah was really hard. She knew it would be hard for a very long time, and that even her wax wouldn't fully be able to heal her. She would need something spectacular. Hannah always got to school a little while before Bethany did, so she would always sit on the floor against her locker, waiting for her to show up, usually thinking of her beloved wax and beautifull colours. This time though, all she could think of was the knife sticking out of her brother's chest last night. She hadn't been able to sleep for the rest of the night, she just sat in her room fiddling with her wax, and hoping that Peter didn't want to go out with her still. If he did she would have to say yes. How could she not? He would go after another member of her family, or maybe even Bethany. How would she live with herself then? Easy, she wouldn't.Odd Girl: Part 3 (request)1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Odd girl Part 1 (request) Oh how Hannah loved the art of steampunk machines (a style of art and sci-fi). She loved the beauty of it, in every way. Kind of like herself. She has flowing black hair that was so smooth and soft, and it looked like art in her opinion. Her hair was a perfect balence for her eyes, oh her eyes. They were truly one of a kind. Never would you see eyes like hers anywhere else. Ever. Her right eye was a bright and sparkling silver and her left eye was a brilliant emerald with an outer ring of gold. Everyone who saw her was instantly jealous of her beautiful eyes. The rest of her face was beautiful to. Her nose wasn't to long, but also not to short, and her skin was perfectly smooth, not a blemish on it. Every boy in her school has asked her out on a date at least once, just dying to be the one who gets to say, "I wentOdd girl Part 1 (request)1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
The England Factory: Alice's StoryThe story begins... A girl named Alice lived in London. Her satisfaction was being in her own workshop, talented, and beautiful. She plays around in her workshop ever day, When she's sick, not in a good mood, any day. That was her present given by her grandma Elda. She gave her the workshop many years ago before her time had passed. Anywho, Alice wasn't currently in a business, she was far so, selling things, she never had her own shop out of the house of course, this was inside her house. Alice was 22 yrs old. Blonde locks and british descent. Alice was taking surveys so she could qualify for a job, none of them qualified her. It was as if she was... a loner. "But Mr.Donny" she said, she didn't even try to finish her sentence, Mr. Donny the guy that said she "could participate in the survey" didn't listen to her, he only guided her to the door. Alice Le'Rein Faurin Beorch, was stuck... in the middle of nowhere.The England Factory: Alice's Story1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A few days after the dissapointment, all she could do was cry and sob. Her
Age 11- Summer (Request Wholock)Age 11- SummerAge 11- Summer (Request Wholock)1 year 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
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 Fanfic1 year 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
EnterpriseChapter One- Galaxy 4,000Enterprise1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Gazing out the window at the millions of stars stretching light years ahead of the ship, Captain Kirk sighed as he rubbed his chin. Long time captain of the famed Enterprise, the sandy blonde chief enjoyed his job and responsibilities. Something troubled him this particular day though. An extremely superstitious Orion lost her composure and freaked over a dead crow in the ventilation system.
"Our luck has run dry!" She had cried as they haled her away to medical quarters. That pleading scream coupled with the desperation in her voice replayed in the back of his mind as he leaned forward in his captain's chair.
"You seem oddly stressed." A monotone voice stated. Kirk turned to find his loyal friend and ally Spock dressed in his usually blue attire with his short black hair carefully combed. Kirk moved his head back to the window and waited for Spock to continue.&
U.S.S. Kurzweil: Chapter 1Captain's Personal Log: Stardate... Stardate... Uggh. Its's Shipdate 1000, August 19, 2521 on Earth. I've always hated using stardates, if it wasn't for warp we could use normal days like they use on Earth. Today was my 25th birthday and my first day as Captain of the U.S.S. Kurzweil.U.S.S. Kurzweil: Chapter 11 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Children. They gave me a ship with children. I don't like them, but it would be horrible to separate the kids from their parents. And, of course, some of them may prove to be of great value like Wesley Crusher proved when he was aboard the Enterprise D. Then again, what if we find a new alien race that... Oh well, there's nothing I can do about it now, the Federation said they want kids on th-my ship so there are kids.
I went to the bridge this morning (if you'd call it morning, according to the ship clocks it was around 10) to introduce myself to the crew and, well, the greeting was... Unexpected. There are a few members of my crew of races I'd never met before.
My first day was calm compared to what hap
Request: Photos of a Strange TownMonday, June 27thRequest: Photos of a Strange Town1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I walked out on the ice again today. I'm surprised that it can hold my weight! My friends were very brave to help me take pictures. They were afraid to get out on the ice, but I convinced them. I hope my dad gets back from the business trip soon; I want to show him the pictures!
Tuesday, June 28th
My friends and I found an old pie factory this afternoon. The pies were ginormous! I had walked on plenty, and my friends were worried I'd fall in. The crust was thin, yes, but my experience on the ice made sure I didn't even crack the crust. We had pies for lunch, and let me say, they were splendid!
Wednesday, June 29th
I was walking back home and found a large cube of Jello outside my house. I climbed on top of it and jumped right in! Anyone could tell how messy I was, but the feeling of it was fantastic! I dug my way out and brought the scraped-off Jello inside. We had a wondrous desert.
Thursday, June 30th
Dad came home today! I showed him the
Grave DiggerGrave DiggerGrave Digger1 year 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
.:REQthe frozen lake:..:REQthe frozen lake:.1 year ago in Settings More Like This
A frozen landscape stretched before my eyes. Beautiful feather like snowflakes danced in the wind, pines heavy with snow sheltered the area. I lay my hand upon my most prized possession, its black case soft in my hand, the golden metal placed on the front read 'Olympus E 410'. The writing was backed onto suede, and then onto the leather case. I carefully turned the golden switch and with a click, it came free. I gently slid the flexible lid away from the bulk of the case; it swung backwards and exposed the camera. Enclosed within the soft foam of the inside casing, I gingerly picked it up. Excitement filled me as I looked at the spotless casing, the buttons where professionally cleaned, and it sparkled as if it was brand new. I flicked the dial on the top and it bleeped in to life. The digital screen lit up displaying 'Olympus' in bold white writing. I picked it up and placed it to take a picture of the lake. Snap. The camera captured the perfect shot; you could see the crisp new snow,
FailureShe was lost, he was found,Failure1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Never before did they sound
The bell, the gong, the mighty loud
High above, among the clouds.
She weeped, he reaped
Her heart in pieces.
They built the town
That once fell down.
She cried, he died
Trying to help her live.
They left the love
For those who could afford it.
Heart of LonelinessSomething that is hard to explained, something that is hard to describe has taken root in my heart.Heart of Loneliness2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It feels like a piece of me has been torn out by an unseen force. Sudden, but painful.
The very thought of the source causes the hole in my heart to grow even larger.
I don’t know what to do. I’ve tried everything to try to get my mind off of it, and yet the pain always seems to linger.
It never ceases. It only grows. There is not one thing that can repair this but the source itself.
The day he comes back, I would rush to embrace him. I would try all my might to contain my tears. I imagine he is with me right now. The touch of his lips against my own would fill the hole that has been open.
Until that day, this hole in my heart, a heart full of pain , will remain in its state of loneliness.
TraditionsClickTraditions1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
She moved the
camera away from her eye and searched the still life copy. She turned
ninety degrees, and shot another image. This one of black birds
flapping their wings, standing out across the pale blue sky. They
fled the tree because her camera had scared them off. She sighed, her
breath turning visible in the chilly air. Had it been only months
since she and her friends had been swimming in this very lake? The
answer yes it had. She had been swimming in the very spot she was
standing, looking at the giant oak. The ones the black birds had flew
away from. The only difference was then that the tree had had a
glorious jade green crown. Again she turned ninety degrees. She moved
her camera back up to her eye, and watched through the lens. Ah there
he was. Everyday an old man plodded his way through the park, it was
a tradition for him. He paused leaning down to pick up some bit of
litter, as soon as he stood up, and started up his slow pace, she
pressed the button on the ca
Smith and Holmes Chapter 2CHAPTER 2: The LeadSmith and Holmes Chapter 21 year 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