AnswersTony's heart was beating quickly, pounding at his ribcage as he waited for Steve to answer. He hid the panic and fear behind a cheerful and charming face, hoping that he wouldn't be let down. Rapidly rethinking their interactions for the past few weeks, Tony thought he saw a pattern and a definite interest there. But, his worries whispered, it could just be the polite and thoughtful way that Steve acted. There could be nothing there and he could be ruining one of the few good friendships he had.Answers1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"What do you want it to mean, Tony?" Steve asked, catching the barest hints of Tony's inner turmoil. He'd learned to read the genius, to see the emotions lurking deep in his eyes or the twitch of his mouth.
"Now that's not playing fair, Cap," Tony said lightly, taking a sip of his wine. "I asked first."
Steve saw a slight tremor in Tony's hand and realized the brunette was expecting him to brush it off, brush him off. Suddenly, all the veiled references to 40's politeness and chivalry made sens
An Army BeforeThey stand as Pillars of ravenous claim;An Army Before2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Pariahs of Asgardian pathos,
Ever-ready moths to my game;
Seething desperation embossed;
Sacrificial armoured wounds,
Nations borne of savage feasts! Hark!
Paeans of kindled tongues resound!
As crushed knees love their Monarch!
My feet of assembled bargains,
They shall scorch the graces of Odin;
For Thor, my brother, Jotunheim awakens,
A mate, they seek! Oh! Dear Jane!
My fate of a hateful life,
To rule giants and mortals;
With a leeching scepter as wife,
Yes, with the boot, an ant has no quarrel
My army courts menace,
Splitting skulls for only me;
Glad tidings flow intimately,
Slowly, by the scream of my name
this is warthis is war8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Guns firing above his head,
Eyes glance down to his left,
Partner gone and his best friend died.
His heart wants to stay and mourn,
His head tells him to 'move on soldier!'
One last look, his partners' eyes stare blankly,
He remembers the last words he said,
'I miss my girl, tell her that will you?'
Blood runs thick on the sand,
It will never be free of the sins again,
The horror the sun saw that day,
Can never be undone,
Thousands dead, millions so hurt,
Many, many more lost someone they loved.
No one from yesterday has survived to live today,
Only one, he is alone, his rank so low,
If he returns, he'll be a hero, until then, he is forgotten,
Lost in the countless bodies of innocent deaths,
His finger on the trigger, scared now, afraid,
A child, no more than five, runs in front of him,
Her eyes streaming, she is an orphan, a loner,
The one and only survivor of her family.
His finger slips.
The bullet races through the air, but he was scared.
It missed her by few centimetres
Dear CharlesCharles.Dear Charles1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I never meant to hurt you. You are the last thing on this planet I want to hurt you and your childlike belief in the good in all humans. I never wanted to hurt you. But I did.
I should have listened to you, dear friend. I should have taken the helmet off, I should have let you in my mind, as I had so many times before. But I couldn't. I couldn't stop my selfish desires. I let my lust for revenge get in the way of my love for you. And for that, I am sorry. I am truly sorry.
You claimed to know everything about me, once. Was it true? Did you know the way that your presence affected me? Could you tell that when you walked into a room, your radiant innocence shining, my heart skipped a beat? Could you tell that you invaded my thoughts, even as I lay with women you'll never meet? Could you tell that I loved you, even before you invited me into your hous
WRONG!Sherlock walked briskly through the London night. He realized that his great coat was open and the chilly air was blowing in. He pulled up his collar, buttoned up and searched his deep pockets for his warm gloves. He'd forgot his scarf. Ahh, typical, he didn't like the cold on his neck.WRONG!2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
What an idiot he was, walking in circles around the perimeters of the flat, leaving John because of his over inflated ego. John was right. He wasn't always right, but he was right this time. Sherlock hated to be wrong. Well, hate was the wrong word, despised made a better attempt.
Okay, he owed John an apology. He'd been a git. Famously. Sherlock sighed, dreading his commitment to that particular dialog. Maybe he could provide an apologetic gift; one that would not require a verbal accompaniment? What do you give a man of very stodgy tastes? He cleaned up well enough when it suited him, but most of the time his idea of style was at least 12 degrees below Sherlock's standards. Being a military man and a
Breakfast8:04Breakfast2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Breakfast is ready.
I've prepared breakfast. Come downstairs.
You made breakfast!?
Isn't that what I just said?
You're serious? You made breakfast?
You're rather slow this morning. When I said I would shag you senseless I didn't mean to do so literally.
No - It's just - You never cook.
That doesn't mean I'm incapable of doing so.
Never said you couldn't. I'm just surprised you did. Are you up to something?
What would I be up to that would result in breakfast?
I don't know. Experiment maybe? Broke something and this is your apology.
If it was an experiment notifying you would alter the results. And your second suggestion is simply preposterous.
You're right. Apologizing isn't your style.
I do apologize!
Only on the rarest of occasions and certainly not in advanced.
So does this have anything to do with our being newlyweds?
Be My Frost QueenBe My Frost Queen2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
The soft lash of winter winds,
Exploring the air around you and whipping through,
Caressing every inch of exposed flesh,
The cold holding itself softly to you.
Your feet stop as if frozen,
Closing your eyes in the embrace,
Letting the aura of cold pass up and down your body,
You feel it getting closer to your face.
You try and fight back your smile,
But the more you feel you cannot hide,
The soothing presence of frozen snow,
Exciting as a late night sleigh ride.
Warm breath blends with cold by your ear,
Sending shivers down your spine,
Feeling the arms reach around your waist from behind,
By your stomach you watch the long slender fingers intertwine.
You dare not ruin the moment,
Sweet fuzzy feelings fill from head to toe,
His chin rests upon your shoulder,
And softly in your ear he does blow.
“Such a cold winters night,”
He said, snuggling lightly into your back,
“And you all alone in our special place,”
The light kiss to your ear; a most pleasant attack.
Soup for dinner"Sherlock! SHERLOCK! Get your lazy ass of the couch and help me, will you?" John demanded from the kitchen, not bothering to turn around. No answer.Soup for dinner2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sherlock inhaled sharply, then lazily opened his eyes and turned his head just a tiny bit in the direction of the kitchen.
"John. You disturbed my train of thoughts. I was on the verge of solving the case, so if you don't mind, I'd like to go back to my mind palace."
"I do mind. You promised me this morning that you'd help out. Can you just, for once, fulfill your promise?" John sighed irritably.
It was obvious that John wasn't going to leave Sherlock alone until he helped. So he swung his long legs off the couch and sauntered to the kitchen. His deep blue, silk bathrobe hung loosely over his shoulder, the belt untied, revealing a white T-shirt and checkered cotton pants. He stepped over the kitchen table, or rather on it, avoiding the cups and mugs neither of them had cleaned up for what seemed weeks.
"I never break my promise
The dreams in which I'm dyingOne shotThe dreams in which I'm dying2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Are the best I've ever had
(from Mad World by Gary Jules)
That first evening with Sherlock after 'The Study in Pink' case; John walked around the darkened rooms, peeking into Sherlock's open bedroom door. It took a while for the consulting detective to motor down after the death of the serial killer cabbie. Now he was sleeping, peacefully; a jumble of long limbs thrown carelessly upon the bed. It was good to see Sherlock finally at peace. He slept in the all-together, John smiled at that.
[What a quirky young man,] John thought, [brilliant, but eccentric as they come. Would life always be like this living in the wake of a genius like Sherlock Holmes?]
John had killed the cabbie that night, but to protect Sherlock, he would have gladly killed him every night for the rest of his life. Sherlock was alive, so vibrant, a magnet of personality. His genius had a price though; he needed training in the art of human relationships, in his 'timing'. Oh and there wa
.::.The Long War Ahead.::..::.The Long War Ahead.::.1 year ago in Settings More Like This
- Fanfiction - Cross Over - The Long War Ahead.-
Loki glances towards his brother Thor, they were fighting for hours, the enemies showed no sign of giving up. He was clearly across the street, his brother busy at the next one down but able to see him from a distance. He didn't want to join a war or even yet help rescue Midgard from an invasion of demons and fallen angels.
Why Demons and Fallen Angels? Aren't they supposed not to exist? Guess he was wrong. It was his first encounter with these creatures and they were controlling human bodies or corpse that was lying around.
Loki swung his scepter, the side smacking into the possessed human head, a loud crack was heard as the possessed human fell down limp on the floor with blood oozing from the side of its head. This was a war, a big war and it seems more and more are just coming. The source of the trouble apparently was started when the devil's door was open due to some cult being the key to unlocking it. Well apparently two particular
Awkward Poetry"I crouched above her gaping maw, and with trembling spirit cast off the lesser parts of me! Eons of struggle, but in the end patience and cunning combined wiley forces to defeat her porcelain silence!"Awkward Poetry4 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Wow. What's your dad on about now?"
I shot Ellen a sideways look. "You really don't know?"
"He went to the toilet."
Her eyes went round. "Oh, god."
"...I chased thee! Through Perdition's flame! Round the rings of Uranus! Past the heaving vast pitch blackness of--"
"So... that's not the planet Uranus he's talking about then?"
"Fraid not," I sighed. "He's never been the same since the accident."
"Yeah. One of his poems got published in The Atlantic Monthly. Terrible mistake."
"...and with velvet roar I BANISHED thee to a watery grave!"
"He's always like this?" She was mesmerized.
"It's worse when he's... um...
What is love, John?One ShotWhat is love, John?2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
John had a subdued fierceness about him. He carried himself well and was not above speaking his mind. Sherlock liked that about him. The more time he spent with the short, brave, outspoken man, the more comfortable he became. Sherlock wasn't comfortable with many people at all. Mrs. Hudson. Yeah, that was it, well maybe a bit of Lestrade.
The first time John Watson had walked through that door at Bart's, Sherlock had felt a tinge of something. Strange that. He never felt at all. He'd walled off feelings, built the barricades tall and strong against those pesky problematic emotion things. But there it had been, a sensation that he'd never felt before.
He'd seen the psychosomatic limp and immediately his mind worked to solve the problem. That was what his mind did, all the time. Solve the problem; whether it was a serial killer or a psychosomatic limp. So inside his 'study in pink' case he'd placed his solution for John's limp. Redirection, he'd redirected
Molly's rewardAfter the Reichenback FallMolly's reward2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Molly," Sherlock began, "without your assistance I would be dead now. I wanted to thank you, but more than that I wanted to let you know that I am in your debt. Please, if there is anything I can do for you. Anything at all, I will pay that debt as you desire."
Molly looked into his eyes, then embarrassed, looked down to her hands in her lap.
"Don't be shy, Molly." Sherlock encouraged her. "I won't bite unless you want me to." He smiled at her and not in a manipulative way; she could tell when he was doing that.
She'd seen Sherlock manipulate people. He could be more charming than anyone she knew. He could give fake smiles and fake tears. He could twist anyone and his dog around his little finger. That was just the way Sherlock was. He got what he wanted with a carrot or a very large stick.
"Well, you don't have to come up with something right this minute," he said.
Sherlock lifted her hand with his; touching his fair lips to the back of that
A history of Snow (Loki / Frigga)A history of Snow (Loki / Frigga)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Mom! I don't want!
- Loki! For once I'm asking you to get up early! And besides, I have a surprise for you!
Loki, aged 6 years, lifted the blanket under which he hid. He hinted his little face marked by curiosity.
If I tell you! Hurry, get out of your hiding place.
Little Loki made as fast as he could and prepared very quickly. His mother, the goddess Frigga, watched him with an amused look . After a few minutes the boy came out of his bathroom.
"I'm ready Mom!
- Oh, I see that! Well I think we'll can get your surprise. "
Loki was beaming with happiness at her mother's side while they roamed the streets of Asgard. Soon they arrived at the foot of Bifrost, the legendary rainbow bridge.
"Mom? Where are we going?
- Well, it turns out that you have been very good lately and that you work well with your tutors and with me. So to reward you, I'll take you on holiday on Midgard!
- For real? "
The child could not believe his ears. Even Thor was never going to Midgard. Loki
Secret Cupid [Loki X Reader] You walked down the street with your hands in your jacket pockets as a cool breeze blew through your hair. Here in New York it was damp and cold and you were on your way back to your apartment. You just wanted to go home, especially since it was Valentines Day and you were single this year.Secret Cupid [Loki X Reader]3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
At the end of the street, leaning against one of the many brick buildings, was a man. He looked to be about your age and seemed pretty sad and alone, so you decided to approach him. He was tall, thin, and pale; he had raven black hair that reached down to his shoulders, and radiant green eyes. He was wearing black pants, a black suit with a white shirt, a black tie, and a yellow and green scarf.
“Hi, you look upset is something wrong?” You asked.
“Nothing that would concern you mortal, now be on your way,” He replied.
“Excuse me? I was only trying to h
AnxietyJust beneath the surface,Anxiety5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Waiting all the time..
Nerves and bottled problems,
Playing on the Line.
One step across the boundary,
It all just falls away.
No resolute, confidence,
No 'I'm OK' charade.
It spreads across my body,
Prickles under my skin..
It's inside, in my mind,
This demon.. I can't win.
My breathing becomes shallow,
I yearn to stop the tears.
It plays with every weakness,
It taunts, it glares, it leers.
This monster that's inside me,
Loves to come and play.
Beating me completely,
promising to stay.
So desperate for silence,
I try to ignore my curse..
My solitude will never last,
Each time it just gets worse.
I can't stand it any longer.
These nerves, this fear..
No one to help,
No one to hear.
I've got to get out of here..
Can you hear me?
...I'm drowning in my mind..
Naruto Hinata's new identityNaruto Hinata's new identity4 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Naruto/Hinata's new identity
Naruto was walking down the street when he spotted Hinata walking out of a tea shop "ha Hinata what you doing" Naruto said walking up to her "no nothing Naruto" Hinata said slandering at him "ok well the hokage gave me a mission want to come " Naruto said smiling at her "su sure Na..Naruto" Hinata said as they walked off to the far end of the village towards a building "naruto what's the mission" Hinata said not shattering once "oh right, there's been some disappearances in this area" Naruto said looking around "hallo there" a old women said walking out of the building "hallo were here to check out the disappearances" Hinata said looking at the women's long silver hair and blue eye's "oh right come this way" the women said walking into the building with Naruto and Hinata following her "so old lady you leave her " Naruto said looking at her "yes I do" the women said "here you two go put these on" the old women said handing them bot
Her PlaceIn my armsHer Place1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
In my lap
Wherever it may be
As long as it's with me
Safe and sound.
AloneJohn had the flat to himself. Sherlock had been called to the station and left his injured John at home. He'd sprained his ankle from a slip and fall. It wasn't a bad sprain. He was using his old cane, but it did make getting around a bit painful. Sherlock was being a complete mother hen. So it was nice to be alone, quiet and unfettered by Sherlock's constant attentions. With Sherlock it was feast or famine. That's the way it was with the worlds only consulting detective, John had to get his quiet when he could.Alone2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He'd finished his latest blog entry. Rubbing his tried eyes, thinking about what needed his attention next.
"Well, I don't think there is anything really urgent right now." John said sleepily. He was sitting on the couch, so he just set his notebook on the coffee table and lay down on the couch. Elevating his dodgy leg he decided a nap was a good use of his time.
He slept, longer than he had thought. For when he woke the sun had set outside. He sat up and reached to turn a lamp
Man on FireSherlock arrived at the scene of the house fire just in time to see John enter the erupting inferno.Man on Fire2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"John, NO!" he'd screamed unheard above the cacophony of emergency vehicles and the roar of the fatal fire. "There's no one in there!"
Sherlock charged towards the flames, only to be held back by the arriving fire fighters.
"You can't go in there, Sir" the fire fighter advised him, "it's gone beyond "
Sherlock didn't let him finish, pushing through, he ran head-long into the fire to search for John.
Inside, roiling black smoke and incredible heat kept Sherlock on the floor, crawling on his belly.
"JOHN!" Sherlock shouted repeatedly. "John, come toward the sound of my voice."
Sherlock couldn't see, so he closed his eyes and sharpened his hearing. His brain sorted through the incoming data and deleted anything not pertinent to his search.
He heard the tiny rasp of voice against the wall of sound that engulfed him. He moved toward it as fast as the fire would let him.
The Truth Comes OutDave reached into the pocket of his worn kakhis for his phone, dialing Azimio's number with shaking hands; his eyes were blurry with tears he fought back, even in the privacy of his own room. He closed his eyes for a moment, but all he could see was that shit-eating grin on Nick's face at Breadstix the day before. He needed to tell someone now, before word got out. And shit, Azimio has known him since little league.The Truth Comes Out2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The phone rang once, twice, three times and Dave could feel his heart pounding in his throat. He wondered for a moment if he should just hang up then. Or maybe Az wouldn't even pick up the phone and he wouldn't have to do this.
"Hey Dave. I haven't heard from you in a couple weeks. Whassup?" came a familiar voice on the other end. Fuck. No turning back now.
"Hey man. Do you have a minute to talk?" He was trying to do this as calmly as he could, but Dave could hear his voice shaking. "I need to tell you s-something."
A few seconds went by and Dave held his breath
Dinner For Your Beloved6:26Dinner For Your Beloved5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sesame Chicken from Golden Lotus for dinner.
You know some people use "please" when making a request.
It wasn't a request.
That's across London, Sherlock!
John, I haven't eaten for three days.
And whose fault is that?
The murderer. Keep up.
Oh, you solved it, then?
No, John, I have the name of the murderer but I haven't solved the case.
Alright, no need to get sarcastic.
There is every need. You won't get Chinese.
I'll get you Chinese, just not from Golden Lotus. There's the cafe right near the flat.
Their Sesame Chicken is too dry. And they drench their fried rice in soy sauce.
Then order something else! Or we could
Return to SenderEmily,Return to Sender5 years ago in General More Like This
I find myself thinking of you again after so many years. I wonder what youve been up to, how things have gone since we parted. Im sorry it didnt end so well Ive thought about that final day together, perfect in sun and water yet so utterly wrong. I meant for it to be a chance to rediscover ourselves, but maybe we learned how wrong we were for each other at that time. But even so, I wonder. What if it was just a bad day?
Of course, I still love you. I never stopped. Ive had other people in my life, but never really moved on. Despite myself I compare and contrast, wondering how Id react if you suddenly showed up on my doorstep.
No, thats not true. I know how Id react. And it scares me a bit.
Anyway, Ill keep this short. Just trying to make contact, and maybe if you can revise history a bit, see that las
Beware the MouseThe explosion hadn't happened in the Morgue, but it was close enough. Some of the supporting walls were damaged and there was fallen rubble everywhere. Sherlock lay unconscious with Molly on top of him. She'd pushed him away from the collapsing wall that had nearly fallen in on them both.Beware the Mouse1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Molly came to and peered in the dust filled air. Lifting herself off Sherlock she began to examine him. He didn't have any outward signs of severe injury. There was bruising on the left side of his face.
"Sherlock?' She touched him gently. "Sherlock, can you hear me?" He gave no response to verbal or physical stimulation.
They were inside the morgue itself. She would have to drag him out into the hall and away from whatever had happened. This was no accident the Spider had told Sherlock that he would kill him where ever and whenever he could. Moriarty was after Sherlock she had to get him away from the threat of further injury and the certainty of Moriarty.
Molly searched Sherlock's great coat, there