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SH.HP: A Study in Rose - 2November 22, 1984SH.HP: A Study in Rose - 24 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I’m more than a bit surprised to be writing to you again, but I couldn’t help it. As I thought, things keep getting stranger and more alarming and it’s begging to be written down. My brain might explode if I don’t.
This entire day has been the weirdest I’ve ever lived through. I knew life after meeting Holmes wouldn’t be normal – he’s the sort of person who has an aura that attracts the unusual and bizarre – but I didn’t expect it to start so quickly.
After finishing last night’s entry to you, reader (should it be Reader?), I was entirely too curious for my own good and started to look up this mysterious Sherlock Holmes. Turns out he’s been the top of my year in every class since we’ve arrived. He battles a bit with a Ravenclaw named Adler in Transfiguration and some Slytherin named Moriarty in DADA for that spot, but for the most part he’s
M jak MARCELIM jak MARCELI5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
MARCELI - powiedzenia i powiedzonka
Nigdy nie proś Marcelego o pomoc. Pomoże Ci. I to jest właśnie najgorsze.
Marceli jest absolutnie i bezsprzecznie unikatowy. Przynajmniej taką mamy nadzieję.
Marceli obija się tylko w dwóch przypadkach: gdy Bryk to widzi i gdy Bryk tego nie widzi.
Gdy Marceli mówi, mózg dęba staje.
Powiedzenia i powiedzonka:
Czepia się jak Marceli Bryka.
Kto Marcelego zrozumie, tego zabiorą do Tworek.
Cieszy się jak Marceli z tuńczyka.
Strzeż mnie Boże od Marcelego, z wrogami sobie poradzę.
Lepszy wróbel w garści niż Marceli na dachu.
Nie czas żałować róż, gdy Marceli ma zapałki.
Nie czyń bliźniemu, co Marceli Brykowi.
Nie udawaj Marcelego.
Siła Marcelego na jednego Bryka.
Wybiera się jak Marceli do pracy.
Odstrzelić się jak Marc
Seven YearsSeven Years : A Harry Potter/BBC Sherlock crossover (with a few winks at canon)Seven Years4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
1. First Year.
« Er, hullo. D'you mind if I... ? »
« Depends. Do you want to talk ? »
« Er, yeah, well, no, I mean, not if you don't want to. It's a three-hour journey, Harry said, so »
« All right, sit down. So the name is Sherlock and before you ask, that's supposed to mean « fair hair », which is grottily illogical in my case but you know how it is, old wizarding stock, Old Saxon ancestors, all that. You're half Muggle, aren't you ? Which is fine, by the way. Oh, and your name is John, Harry's your sister, not brother, your folks are a bit on the penniless side, that's why you're pretending not to hear that witch passing by with her food-trolley, which is fine with me too, and you're hoping to get sorted into Gryffindor, which is rather dull but good luck to you. S'pose I'll end up in Ravenclaw like Dad and Mycroft. »
« Wizzard !
S : Bledy w czerwieni 001Sherlock niemal uśmiechnął się na widok grymasu, który pojawił się na twarzy Moriarty'ego, gdy kilka czerwonych punkcików przesunęło się po jego garniturze. Naprawdę nie chciał posuwać się do takich środków, ale wolał się ubezpieczyć.S : Bledy w czerwieni 0015 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
- Radzę panu rozkazać swoim ludziom opuścić broń - rozległ się spokojny, uprzejmy głos. - To tylko przyjacielska porada - laser przesunął się na czoło przestępcy doradczego. - Nie musi pan tego robić, jeżeli nie chce.
Holmes ostrożnie przeniósł wzrok w stronę drzwi, którymi kilka minut wcześniej wszedł Moriarty. Opierający się na parasolu Mycroft uśmiechał się niemal beztrosko. Żeby musiał posunąć się do czegoś takiego. Że też zniżył się do tego, by jego brat przyszed
Peoples' Thoughts on Earth"197,000,000 miles isn't enough," said Greed.Peoples' Thoughts on Earth3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Weird Dreams V3: Hurting For a Hurtful Pain 2Weird Dreams V3: Hurting For a Hurtful Pain 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You sure are a riot (F/N)-chan." Izaya said as he returned from buying us drinks after the movie was over.
"You're not so bad yourself Orihara." I took both drinks he held and handed him one.
"This one's yours."
"And how do you know that Orihara? We ordered the same thing."
"So it seems you've caught on. How could you tell that one of the drinks was drugged?"
I sipped my drink before answering, "I didn't. I just don't trust you and assumed you had done something."
Izaya Orihara threw his head back and laughed. "You guessed correctly. Smart and pretty; I like that."
I held back a snort. If he knew about my little "problem" he would run like the rest of them and isolate me.
You see I have a mental illness like many doctors have called it before though I don't think of it as that. I have multiple personality disorder. Though mine seems a bit different than the typical case of Dissociative Identity Disorder or DID for short. Instead of "blacking out" or forgetting what happens when one of
Sherlock : DecyzjeKażda nasza decyzja, każdy krok, ma wpływ na to, co dzieje się w naszym życiu. W grudniu dwutysięcznego dziesiątego roku, doktor John Watson miał się o tym przekonać na własnej skórze. Wszystko zaczęło się dwudziestego trzeciego dnia ostatniego miesiąca roku, w przeddzień wigilii Bożego Narodzenia.Sherlock : Decyzje5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
To nie tak, że nie lubił świąt. Twierdził, że były całkiem fajne mógł bez wyrzutów sumienia najeść się ciasta, wypić kilka piw i nie przejmować się obowiązkami. Lata spędzone w wojsku nie zmieniły też go na tyle, żeby nie był w stanie docenić świątecznej atmosfery . Po prostu nie miał ochoty spędzać tych dni z Harry, która zapraszała go do siebie z dziesięć razy. To na pewno nie byłoby jego najszczęśliwsze Boże Nar
The UsedI look at all the lonely people,The Used6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And what do I see?
I see the loner sitting in the corner.
I see the stoner passed out on the floor.
I see the person contemplating suicide with a gun to his head.
I see the nice guy who was waiting for his friend through the cold harsh night.
Freezing himself to death on the bench cold and tired.
What I see are the people who need to be with somebody.
But aren't because they can't.
People don't want them.
People don't listen to them.
People use them.
I look at all the lonely people.
And I see you and me.
Abusive Nightmare - UkixKyoKyoraku slid his friends quarter doors open and looked around. Ukitake turned around and looked at him Shunsui? he asked. Kyoraku looked at him Are you busy? he asked.Abusive Nightmare - UkixKyo6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ukitake shook his head No Im not, but Im afraid you caught me right in the middle of changing. These clothes kinda got dirty from an attack I had. He said as he rolled his shoulders to let his Haori fall to his elbows.
Kyoraku nodded and stepped inside. He closed the door behind him then walked over to his friends bed. He sat down and looked at him. Ukitake was holding up his Haori and looking at the dirty sleeves Such a pity it is. I cant keep at least one of my Haoris clean for one week. The sleeves always get bloody. Then those poor people have to work harder to get the stain out.
But its not your fault that you were born like that. Kyoraku pointed out.
Hmm I suppose youre right. Ukitake said then st
SilencedOne by one,Silenced3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All the voices around me
Fade out of existence in a heartbeat,
Never to be heard again.
What is going on?
Why is everyone being silenced?
Why is their sense of expression
Being taken away?
Why was such a thought conceived?
Perhaps it is borne of a warped sense of "protection".
To protect well-being, or creativity, or individuality.
Do they not realize the har- they are doi-g?
Witho-- fr-- sp--ch, thes- thi--- wouldn't ex---
That is wh-
That is why this cannot continue.
We must f-ght that which is ro--ing us of our fre----
We will not be sil-----
Hellspawn - Pilot[We open up to blood trickling across a hard wooden floor. The only sounds that we hear are a little girl crying. The camera shows cuts to various points of interest in the room. We see a picture with a cracked frame. In it is a family of three: a mother, a father, and a young girl. The camera cuts to a stuffed bear, its leg torn open and some of the stuffing falling out. We see this girl's shadow on the wall. Within seconds it grows ethereal eyes and a very pointed grin. This will be known as "The shadow" and the girl, its owner, "Jessica." The Shadow speaks with a Faustian inflection, but is very similar to Jessica's voice, just slightly distorted.]Hellspawn - Pilot5 days ago in Drama More Like This
Shadow: You know that it had to be done.
Jessica: No! No! Go away! I hate you!
Shadow: If you hadn't, they would have taken you back to the institution, and you don't want that, do you?
Jessica: There had to have been another way... I'd rather have gone back!
Shadow: And have them hook you up to all of those wires and machines? They were
Bread and CircusesCome, sit.Bread and Circuses3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Have a Drink.
We AreWe Are the generation who never learned how to speak.We Are5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
We Are the offspring of the decade
20 years hence.
Post 60s love, 70s drugs, 80s hair.
We don't know where we fit. Not yet.
We were the last to grow up on Sesame Street before it was unsuitable for children.
We are. Statistics.
Lost in a world that doesn't recognize us. We let our different colored ipods define us.
We are. Plugged in. To every one else.
Caffeine-addicted alcoholic cyber-socialites.
We are. 3-am internet junkies.
Learned our 1s and 0s before our yes's and no's
We are. Complacent uncaring electorates.
We think joining a Facebook group is an act of protest
We are. Godless. And Godful. Indifferent and morally pretentious
We are. Affixed to our LCD screens.
The Network manifest, Viral Video machine.
We are. The self-destructive invincible
We are. The philosophic insomniacs
Unread blogs of misplaced ideals, deified.
We are. A cavalcade of unwavering conformity
The will of the collective unconscious.
Dear HumanDear Human,Dear Human3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You continue to write in me. You take a pen and mark my pages with memories. Why do you do this? I cannot help you; I cannot accompany you through your life. You will write in me and then what you write will stay hidden beneath my cover. These words do not solve any of your troubles, or make any of your joys greater. Why do you continue to write? I do not care what happened to you on March 16th, be that March 16th in 2002 or March 16th in 2012. I do not care.
I do not care what happens from day to day, the world outside which I have not seen in years. I am shut in a drawer in a desk that never changes. I do not know the people whose names you scrawl, sometimes with hate, which fills me, sharp words, sharp tip of the pen, stabbing, carving deep symbols, these words that indent other pages, stretching deeper, impaling me with your passions. I hate these names, these people, these deeds, with such hate that I cannot think beyond the fresh ink. The next page is blank and sends
Johnny And Dib MeetIt was early but already dark out when Johnny C. came to the park and sat down on the stone bench. He was wearing a black shirt with a picture of Happy Noodle Boy with a purple background. The long sleeves had thick black and white stripes. His pants, like his sleeves, had thick black and white stripes. Black leather boots came up to his knees and they steel, cloven toes. The slight wind made the two strands of nearly-black blue hair that fell in front of his face go into his eyes, causing him to blink.Johnny And Dib Meet8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Johnny absentmindedly turned a plastic spork over in his hands. He had just gone to the Taco Smell that they had there. It was the first time that he had had tacos in this city and it took him a long time to find the place, but he was glad that he hadnt run into any trouble while there. He really only wanted a taco and not some idiot calling him something or pushing him. On the way out he forgot to throw out the spork and kept it.
He looked up at the dark sky. He could only see a
The Phoenix Sonata - Chapter 1The Phoenix Sonata - Chapter 11 month ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Welcome to our world ! Blissed with magical essence, here live many kinds you would consider Legends or myths, and for now in peace.
A truly enchanting world, leaves are tinted in an incandescent orange peculiar to autumn, reflecting the rim light of the sun falling beyond the horizon.
And I'm here, looking at this marvelous scenery, sitting on a twirling cloud seeking for a shelter to spend the night and rest after my long travel.
Who am I ? Good question, my name is Phoena and although I seem to be Phoenix, I'm not exactly one...
There, between some crooked trees in the forest bellow, seems to be a ruined house. Desperate to rest and Artemis starting to show herself I decide to get down my cloud and go take a look.
It is amazingly dusty, probably abandonned for decennia, with the wall slowly falling appart and a crooked unstable looking bed, still let's try i- *crash*
P: Of course it'd fall apart, stupid !
From the point I've fallen, I can notice a small box. I
HumansSometimes I wish for the taste of metalHumans3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The graceful ringing crunch
Of a blue sheet
Being pushed and pulled out of the civilised world
Only to return to another version of the
Unstructured wild it once came from
The only remnants of its past life:
Sometimes I wish for the taste of metal
Of reflective glass splintering away
From a shiny silver page
That tells the stories of fleshy robots
Cynical and vain
Looking for aurbrushed photographs
In the simple dirty reflection of mechanical procedures.
Sometimes I wish for the taste of metal
Of small, rusted, shining shapes
Dully glinting in the brightest midday sun
Reflecting everything in the blackest night
Biting robots and drawing red
Turning even those who don't want to feel into a breathing creature
Sometimes I wish for the taste of metal
Of dull molded stell bent against
Shapely painted gold
And the uncivilised rush of everything shattered,
The truest reflection broken
In the leak of red that turns robots, in the last split s
Slow Motion English Singable Lyricsslow motion, slowly ever-changing, it's trueSlow Motion English Singable Lyrics8 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
visited the dairy
snatched up some sushi
i went back to my room then started to watch bad TV
the quiz was just beginning
the answers were easy
the fool i will keep playing
who can't stop fantasizing
my fever was breaking
i gulped down some pepcid
my eyes, they were closing
tucked underneath my bedsheets
your stupid face appearing
as my head was aching
"i'm not ready to die!" i was thinking
as i dazed my night away
that smug, snarky way of thinking when you're ten years old
that shame and embarrassment when you're twenty years old
and then, learning who you are when you're thirty years old
it's a part of being human, part of getting old
breaking into a sweat
i might need to change pyjamas again
the clock's hands are striking twelve, i see
until now this song has been about one small minute long
but how many minutes have you been alive, then?
slow motion, cradle to the grave we have a
condition, happy-gloomy fluctuation
wanting to find somebod
The Final Adventure - PewDiepie FanficThe Final Adventure - PewDiepie Fanfic3 years ago in Drama More Like This
"Quickly, Pewdie. Give me the potion." Martin belted out despite his obvious lack of a tongue.
The young Swede reached into his pack for the vile containing the bubbling green substance, but a chillingly familiar voice rang out behind him. "Don't listen to him, Pewdie."
The man spun around, causing some of his bright blonde hair to fall into his eyes. He gripped the glass vile protectively as he stared at his lifelong enemy. The Barrel master smirked at him from behind his sunglasses and slowly held out his hand to the Swede.
"Give me the potion and I will help you." His teeth flashed white as he spoke. They were pointed, almost fang-like as an animal's. "Trust me! Just for one time…trust me. You never really gave me a chance."
PewDiepie hung back a moment, his naïve little brain processing the whole situation. He never realized it, but he never had given the Barrels a chance. He never spoke to them except to untrust them as he entered a room. Maybe…may
She Doesn't Know, Part 1She Doesn't Know, Part 15 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She doesn't know.
She doesn't know how all of those times before, when we would have sleepovers at her house, I would have given anything to hold her in my arms as we slept.
She doesn't know how when she came to me for advice on her current boyfriend's behavior, I wanted so much to tell her to give up on him, to be with me, but I could never do it. I didn't want to see her cry.
She doesn't know how every time she says to me, "Violet, can I ask you something?" A spark of hope ignites in my chest, and every time she finishes that sentence with something else, the spark disappears and my heart drops.
She doesn't know how every time I see her applying her mint lip balm, I get a strong urge to kiss her, to feel her lips against mine, taste her breath on my tongue.
But every time, I just blush and turn away, choking back tears, because I know how unlikely it is that she'll understand, let alone feel the same way.
She'll never know how much I need her.
This Life Will be Better-2-This Life Will be Better-2-5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
An hour later, I had signed the lease and started to move my things into the apartment. The woman had told me she was desperate to get the apartment rented out, but no one wanted to be so close to District nine. When I asked what she meant, she sighed and admitted that District Nine was across the street a bit. I was a bit excited about that, but I didn't tell her that. Instead, I shrugged and said it wasn't a big deal, and that I still wanted the apartment. She seemed shocked, but pulled the lease out of her briefcase and went over it with me, and I paid the next few months rent up front. She thanked me for renting it, and left. After waiting a few minutes, I walked down to my car and started to bring my things up to my room. I passed a few people on the stairs, and they all looked at me like I was nuts. I shrugged it of, and soon had all my things inside. It had taken my a bit of time to get my bed and couch I had somehow squeezed into my car up, but when I got them in, it was worth
District 9 - PoHa - 03District 9 - PoHa - 036 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Chapter 3 There's a prawn on my couch - Part 1
The door swung open and Ana poked her head inside the dark and listened for signs that there was someone home. The place seemed deserted. It was much too early for Syrup to be home yet.
"Ok, come on" she helped the prawn pass through the narrow doorway, which still didn't prevent him from hitting his injured leg against the frame.
"Oh, jeez" she said, picking up a panty from the floor. "Sorry for the mess. My roommate's a pi Wait, what am I saying? You're a prawn!" She threw the panty back on the ground and resumed carrying her guest.
By the time they had crossed the tiny sitting room in shadows and reached the sofa, the alien seemed ready to faint. She quickly set him down on the old couch. Then she violently pulled him back up again.
"Wait, wait, wait! Lean here for a sec" she patted the sofa's arm to make him understand and he exasperatedly, yet obediently did so while she dashed past a door and then came back with an old b