We Will Never BeI met you on August 18th of 2008.We Will Never Be3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I remember how hot it was in the classroom
That day and how your eyes widened with confusion
As I sat down next to you.
I will never forget those eyes.
You loved Mondays and dreaded Fridays.
I thought you were crazy and you told
Me that the only reason was so you
Could see me in school.
I still thought you were crazy.
We would do our math assignments on the
Playground and talk about our lives.
We were so different, but you always
Insisted that we were absolutely perfect.
I wish I would have known how right you were.
I miss you so much that I can't sleep.
But I have to keep moving because you
Promised me that we would be again, remember?
You held my hand for a second too long and
Told me that you would see me tomorrow.
And I believed you because your eyes had that same
Warm look in them that you always got when
You would tell me something important.
I've seen you three times since then, and we
Have walked away from each other
NoNo, I am not okayNo3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No, I will not be okay
Nothing you can say
Will make this pain go away
No, I am not fine
No, I will not be fine
Maybe this is all just a sign
That for him I should not pine
No, I am not all right
No, I will not be all right
I cannot sleep at night
For my regrets are in my mind's sight
Yes, this will take time
Yes, lots of time
All I want is one last stime
To convince myself he's not slime
BBC SH - Somehow Here AgainAuthor's Warning Do not read if you have not watched The Reichenbach Fall.BBC SH - Somehow Here Again4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The audience was alive with noise. The intermission had just ended and everyone was shuffling back in from various toilet/cigarette breaks. Feet were trodden on, apologies mumbled and bottoms wedged into those ridiculously tiny theatre seats.
Still, it's not often a university group is given the run of a West End theatre for the night. There wasn't enough of them to fill all of it, but the stalls were completely filled even if the dress circle wasn't. The students who had come to watch rather than participate in the charity show grinned gleefully at each other, enjoying the comfortable warm fug of lots of people in a confined space and the fluffy brained feeling of alcohol. It was impossible not to love the magic tingling electricity of sheer potential found in all theatres.
The lights dimmed, the curtain rose.
A brief murmur echoed through the audience.
It was that unusual purple-haired girl, that
BBC SH - Reunion - MycroftThe Diogenes Club was old. The dark wood panelling and the high ceilings marking it out as a relic of a bygone era.BBC SH - Reunion - Mycroft4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Rather like many of its inhabitants.
And like every old thing, it was a bit battered around the edges.
Normally, Mycroft Holmes saw the grandeur and the glory of the building's past.
But today, in the gloom of January with the rain pattering with insistent consistency against the window, Mycroft found it hard to ignore the flaking paint and chipped wood surrounding him.
But then again, the entire world seemed a little bit tarnished now.
He sat in the window seat, a glass of brandy cradled in his lax fingers, gazing numbly down at the hooded and umbrella-d figures hurrying along in the street outside.
The door opened and closed quietly; informing him that someone else had entered The Stranger's Room.
He raised his brandy to his lips and gave it a sip.
The figure moved towards the window, following Mycroft's line of sight.
They stood in silence for a moment.
Then a low voic
BBC Sherlock - CakeJohn stood in the kitchen doorway and stared.BBC Sherlock - Cake4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sherlock Holmes was baking. The tall, slim figure had his back to John, a bowl cradled in his arm with all the ease of a master patisserie chef.
"You're staring John." Sherlock said, not turning round.
"And you're baking."
"And we have both just established that we have a firm grasp of the obvious." Sherlock said, amused, as he carefully sifted flour into the bowl and proceeded to mix it thoroughly.
"Are Tristan, Isolde and Persephone coming round then?" John asked, remembering the only other time he had seen Sherlock baking, that time for his little nieces and nephews in an attempt to spite Mycroft by violating the sugar embargo he had placed upon his offspring.
"No." Sherlock said, spooning the mixture into two cake tins.
"Can I not do something simply because I enjoy it?"
"Yes but you're not just doing it for giggles, are you?"
Sherlock smiled at John's accurate deduction. "No. Not this time no. But the point still stands. I
BBC Sherlock - Christmas Special"Oh bloody hell . . ." John Watson groaned.BBC Sherlock - Christmas Special4 years ago in Humor More Like This
"I am guessing that the letter which fell out of the envelope along with your Christmas card from, to judge by the traditional religious iconography on the front, one of your more elderly relatives is not a welcome one." A voice drawled from the sofa.
"Decidedly not." John mused, staring at the letter with no faint contempt.
"Is it from an elderly relative?" Sherlock enquired for the sake of his own curiosity, awkwardly wriggling his way onto his front and dislodging Dante in the process. The cat hissed angrily at his master before slinking off and concealing himself under their Christmas tree which had been smuggled into their flat by Mrs Hudson. Attempts to remove the tree had resulted in pointed hints about eviction so for the sake of their tenancy agreement they left it be. Although Sherlock was still rather annoyed at his plastic skeleton being removed to make room for it.
"My Great Aunt and Uncle. Edith and Ernest, both ag
You(r) Your voice, transcending legatos;You(r)3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Beautiful, calming, melodic,
Your eyes, candle lights;
Bright, kind, benign,
the greenhouseand when it all would become too much and everything would feel like weight on my shoulders, I'd just sit there and listen to the raindrops silently dripping onto the roof.the greenhouse4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
It was mildly warm inside and the grass was always dry. After a while, the walls would become steamy and no one could see the inside, nor could I watch the outside.
Everything would be peaceful in there. In here. Like a space separated from this world. I always felt so weird about this place. How it was so unlikely to be special. How it would be so normal and unspectacular. But I felt safe. I felt as if nowhere but in this place, I'd find the freedom I was looking for. No one to pressure me. No feeling of not belonging somewhere. No feeling of not being understood, not being taken serious. And no one would ever wonder, because I wouldn't tell. It was the place where things were supposed to grow, separated from the outside world. Just the one to open the door could change what was inside. But for it's sake, close the
SH - Echoes of EvensongFor a very long time John Watson had feared sleep.SH - Echoes of Evensong4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
So often he would wake in a cold sweat with the echoes of nightmares screaming in his ears, or lurch awake in a panic as his body confused simple rest with returning to the coma from which he had barely escaped.
He took to drinking lots of coffee, forcing himself to remain awake for as long as possible until he balanced on the brink of exhaustion before crashing over into unconsciousness. It was not as restful as sleep but it kept him sane and it kept the nightmares away.
It took several months after he had moved into 221B Baker Street to change that.
Three o'clock in the morning and he was padding down the stairs, eyes half lidded, steps shuffling and irregular.
He needed a cup of tea.
A light was on in the kitchen.
Sherlock's skinny frame was swamped in John's oversized towelling dressing gown. His own one had been badly stained in an experiment and so John had loaned him his.
He was stirring a cup of tea.
One of two.
Wordlessly he t
BBC Sherlock - A Good ManLestrade lived on his phone. He'd be the first one to admit it.BBC Sherlock - A Good Man4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He was always reluctant to lend his phone to people. Partially because of his phone's practical value. But mostly because of one number in his contact list.
Most of them he was fine with. But this one made him unaccountably nervous.
He knew he was being irrational, his motives for having the number in his phone really were completely pure.
However, his line of work made him automatically distrustful of the kind of man who had the number of a thirteen year old girl in his phone who wasn't family.
Originally, after he had had to scrape Sherlock off the floor and take him to hospital, he had attempted to contact Sherlock's big brother. He knew Sherlock had one and that he was some bigwig in the government.
Imagine his surprise when a slender, dark-haired girl of thirteen with curiously familiar eyes turned up in his office.
Upon opening the door and finding her in there he had frozen in shock.
" . . . Can I help you?"
BBC SH - The Case of the Dancing Men VIt was a bizarre fact about John Watson that, doctor as he was, he never really liked hospitals.BBC SH - The Case of the Dancing Men V3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The sheer impersonality, whilst practical, felt uncomfortable to him.
In Afghanistan, the field hospital had been a welcome haven to return to, a place where at least he had more than the most basic equipment to treat injuries with. But, that was a far cry from the utilitarian pathways of the Newham General Hospital.
Sherlock and John swept down a corridor, respectfully stepping aside for the tired-eyed nurses who came sweeping past, kept going on too-much caffeine and not enough sleep, time, money or hope.
Lestrade was waiting for them outside a room. Idly, John wondered if that deep frown line on his forehead had always been there or whether the recent stress had bought it about.
“There’s a bloke from social services in the waiting room.” The policeman informed them, tersely. “He’s to come with us when we find out where Alfie is.”
Still so certain th
Love and WarChapter 12: InfectionLove and War3 years ago in Romance More Like This
The final bell meant it was time for Ciel to leave school, once again, with Sebastian. He sighed and looked at the clock to make sure it was actually the final bell, and much to his dismay, it was. He gathered his books and waited for the class to clear before he began walking to the door.
He entered the hallway and walked to his locker, half expecting Sebastian to be waiting there, but he wasn’t. Ciel’s chest was hurting because his heart was beating so fast, but he was also shaking with fright.
‘What if Claude won’t let me stay with him any more? What if I’m kicked out in the streets?’ Thoughts were racing through his mind as he was returning his books to his locker. His fingers lingered over his math homework book, and he eventually decided to grab it, just in case Sebastian wasn’t in his line of vision as he was leaving.
‘If I don’t see Sebastian as I’m leaving school grounds, then I’m going hom
Sun Kissed Memories - Ch1 /NaruSasu fictionSun Kissed Memories - Ch1 /NaruSasu fiction1 year ago in Drama More Like This
Chapter 1 - Second Chances
“Good morning, Sasuke-kun.” A delicate voice pulled Sasuke away from his sleep.
His eyes opened only to be blinded by the brilliant morning rays. Carefully squinting and waiting to adjust, he peeked in the direction of the voice.
The nurse stood at the doorway; neat white dress, soft brown hair and eyes, an elegant smile, holding a metallic tray. Sasuke slowly and carefully sat up. Five days are certainly not enough time for the pain to fade but at least it became tolerable. The warm covers slipped down his upper body, settling on his lap, exposing the extensively wrapped gauze that girdled his abdomen and chest. He has yet to be able to sit without hunching. With a deep breath, he looked out the window to the clear blue sky.
“Good morning…” he finally uttered, gazing outside.
That was all the permission the nurse needed. She graciously made her way next to his bed, settling the tray on the night stand.
“Though you d
BBC SH - A Study In Starlight IIIt was the insistent sort of rain.BBC SH - A Study In Starlight II4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Not heavy per say. Just . . . There. Inside, it was nothing worse than a comforting sort of background noise. Outside, it was a persistent chilling percussion on your body which led to a pervasive sense of discomfort.
John wiped a drip off the screen of his phone, pondering. He was sat at a bus-shelter, trying to summon the courage to ring someone.
Then, before he could talk himself out of it, he pressed dial.
It took a few rings before the person at the other end picked up.
"Hi Mum, it's me."
~Oh, hi John! Give me a moment; I'll put you on speaker.
-Is that John?
"Yeah, hi Dad."
-Are you alright?
John blew out a breath. "Not really."
"Just . . . I . . . Mum, Dad . . . How's Harry doing?" This last was asked with a slight tone of pleading in his voice.
There was a long, awkward silence.
"You still there?"
He heard his Dad sigh.
-She's in hospital again. We were just about to pick up the phone and r
Sun Kissed Memories - Ch3 /NaruSasu fictionChapter 3 - What Once WasSun Kissed Memories - Ch3 /NaruSasu fiction1 year ago in Drama More Like This
Trying to keep a non-sentimental face while walking through the streets of Konoha proved to be a very challenging task for Sasuke. The streets were so alive; children asking their parents for treats in the market, families greeting when they passed each other, Shinobi buzzing through the crowds trying not to discomfort anyone as they did their work, the smell of street vendors that drove Sasuke back to his childhood, and everyone bowing towards him as the Hokage walked by his side, narrating his village with pride.
The Third is so kind.
Sasuke’s tranquility was derailed by a young figure clashing into him, throwing him off his feet. He fell back on the hard ground, wincing at the stabbing pain in his back. He hasn’t completely healed yet. He finally opened his eyes when the frantic “Sorry” started pouring out.
There were clusters of papers around him, an empty box, and a little girl who fell in a mirrored position to him and look
Love and WarChapter 14: LossLove and War3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Ciel stirred and awakened in an empty room sometime around midnight, wondering where he was as he had been moved since he last saw Sebastian. He fumbled around his bed and found the remote connected to his bed. There was a large red button with a white outline of a female nurse’s face, including the traditional hat with the red cross. He pressed it and waited patiently for someone to enter his room.
“How are you feeling, Ciel?” An older woman asked as she entered his room with a chart.
“I’m well. Where am I?” Ciel asked in his pathetic, hoarse voice.
“You have been moved to another floor of the same hospital, and your guardian has been notified of this. We have also ordered your round of antibiotics which should arrive at 6 o’clock this morning. Do you need anything else while I’m here?” She asked as she walked over and placed a hand on his head to check for a fever.
“What is the name put down as my guar
Obsessed I want to b a t h e in your blood.Obsessed3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want to c a r e s s your bones.
I want to w e a r your skin.
I want your everything.
KuroKRACK for Strike!Lau and Ciel were relaxing in the drawing room when suddenly Lau breaks the silenceKuroKRACK for Strike!3 years ago in Humor More Like This
“Ciel! Your shoulders are too slender for your own good! I’m surprised your butler hasn’t already jumped your bones!” He lunges out to hug Ciel.
“Sebastian! Stop him!” Ciel cried.
“Sir, if I may.” Sebastian says with a hand poised to his chest.
Ciel waves his hand.
Sebastian opens his eyes wide at Lau and takes in a deep breath before pushing him away, in song:
You can’t touch this *starts shuffling while pointing at Ciel*
You can’t touch this *shuffles*
You can’t touch this *spins and shuffles*
You can’t touch this
My my my my Master hits me so hard *pretends to smack his cheek*
Makes me say, “Yes, my Lord”
*turns to Ciel* Thank you for blessing me
With a mind to find a serve and goal to meet
It feels so good when you know you’re good
A Hell of a butler from this swank hood.
InsomniacI cannot seem to fall asleep.Insomniac7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I toss and turn and stare.
I tried to count some silly sheep
while over some fence they bounced.
I even tried to think of pleasant dreams
And of places really sweet.
I dont know why I cannot sleep
I slept perfectly fine at school.
May I Never...May I Never...3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
May I never know what this could have been
May I never wake if this is all just a dream
May I never see your face again should we ever part
May I never know that someone else now holds your love in their heart
May I never hear your words falling on my ear
May I never have a love like this that makes me disappear
May the world cease to exist should this ever repeat it's self
And if it should may I cut my heart out and place it on a shelf.