For the Sake of an Angel“One can tolerate a world of demons for the sake of an angel.”For the Sake of an Angel3 years ago in Drama More Like This
He’s an angel. He doesn't even know it, but he is.
When I was young, I was told that all people are assigned a guardian angel at birth to look out for them, to keep them out of danger. As I got older, I stopped believing in angels. I realized that there was no one watching my back but me. In the end we’re all alone and there’s no one coming to save you.
But then…There was. There was a voice in my ear guiding me, and there were supporting arms to lean into when I thought the end had come for me. There were sparkling eyes and tiny smiles and Sencha green tea and something to look forward to every day. He had lifted me out of the darkest depths of my persona
LeilaLeilaLeila3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I was walking Bear in the park. It was warm, and I was a little hot in my three piece suit. I stopped walking and took of my suit coat, adjusting my glasses to look around me at the other occupants of the park, but my mind was not on them. I had argued with John earlier that morning. He had said that he wanted to find Leila again, and see if she remembered him. I had had a bad night, and I snapped back at him that I doubted she would, and if he blew his cover because of his over sentimentality then he could bet on the fact that I’d leave it to Fusco to save him. I let out a frustrated sigh. Sometimes I felt I could no longer control the calm and decorum I had created for myself, and it usually followed after a night of nightmares and an aching leg. I unhooked bear to let him run, and put my coat down on a bench. I was about ready to turn to walk after bear, when I was startled by something grabbing my leg. I jumped, and looked down. A little girl with blond pigtails, nowher
POI Poem: Mr.ReeseYou could say he's a killer.POI Poem: Mr.Reese3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No devil or angel.
You could say he's a savior.
It all depends on your angle.
But if you'd ask me
I would tell you
No; show you
What happened to me.
I was broken, beaten, shattered
I had no hope.
My time had come.
But then he saved me.
My knight, my prince,
He came for me.
So before you judge him,
I would advise
For you to decide swiftly
Before your numbers up
And you meet the Guardian
Or you meet your demise.
POI: Even Super Heros Need Sleep Reese walked into the library and looked around.POI: Even Super Heros Need Sleep3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Bear, komen!” he called out. His vice echoed a little, but there was no other sound. Reese hesitated, and began to feel slightly uneasy. “Finch? Are you here?” he said, listening hard, but there was no answer. Reese bit his lower lip, then advanced into the library. Finch was nowhere to be seen. At last, when he rounded one row of bookshelves, he saw a door that was cracked open slightly. By the look of it, it lead into nothing more than a little storage closet, but Reese entered all the same, and found that it was a large, rather empty, rather spacious room. Reese walked slowly in, looking around him with interested eyes. There was a thick gray carpet on the floor, and two sofas, one dark blue and the other cream-colored, that stood at a right angle with each other in the middle of the room. There were a few pictures on the walls, mostly paintings of places Reese had never seen before
Person of Interest/Doctor Who CrossoverPart 1Person of Interest/Doctor Who Crossover2 years ago in Drama More Like This
There was a creaking sound and the door of the big blue box swung open. A tall, thin man in a brown suit came sauntering out, running his fingers through his ruffled brown hair.
“Phew!” he sighed, turning round and giving the box a loving pat. “There you go, old girl, take a rest.”
The man gave another sigh and swung around, his hands stuffed deep into his pockets. He stopped suddenly, startled, at the sight of a man and his dog standing a few feet away – staring at him with wide eyes and open mouths.
“Oh, hello,” he smiled. “You’re probably wondering –”
“You’re the Doctor!” the other man interrupted, awe in his voice.
The younger-looking man narrowed his eyes. “How do you know about the Doctor?” he asked.
“S-several years ago I – I hacked into an organization called U.N.I.T. I read all about you… you’re the Doctor, and that’s the TARDIS.” He point
The Lock BoxSometimes I think you keep your heart in a box, hidden away from the rest of the world and from me.The Lock Box4 years ago in Drama More Like This
As though I could ever hurt it.
I could never hurt youyou who brought me back from the edge of oblivion, you who gave me new life, a shiny new purpose, a reason to live. Maybe I'm just a killer. Maybe that's all I'll ever be. I'm still human though. Humans get lonely. Even the trained killers and the billionaire computer geniuses.
The life we lead is lonely.
Sometimes I don't mind.
Sometimes, I have to admit, it's a bit too much.
That's why I call to check in as often as I do when we're not even working a number. Really it's just an excuse to hear your voice.
Sometimes I think you forget to put your heart in the box.
Or maybe, the heart just has a mind of its own and breaks loose without your permission.
It's always pretty plain when it manages to break loose. You're so practiced at keeping your emotions hidden, but they show in your eyes. All of that sadness, loneliness, guilt and
Burn NoticeLet me be your martyr tonightBurn Notice6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
or your smoking gun
(you know you love it
when I pretend to be vulnerable)
Just wear me
and make me see your light
and don't take me
at face value
or let me over-think you.
Don't mince words
just take me prisoner
and let your lips do
what they do best,
with your hands
looped under my belt
and sliding down my hips
to that point
where I don't return.
Drop a bomb or two
let's see what you can detonate
and turn upside down
in this dirty little town
and just pray
the neighbors do not report us again,
because the last time
you burned this down
we didn't come up for air...
The hearts bondThe hearts bond3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The hearts is a strong thing it binds two souls together in the beautiful thing called love. love is the connection that brings two people together. as distance may separate the body it will not separate the heart. absence makes the heart grow fonder. Those who take this amazing thing for granted are not but fools. love may be strong like steel but if tempered just right even the mightiest of steel will bend and break. be not a fool but a wise man or woman and embrace the love you are given. hold your mate forever more and let the wings of love protect the love.
The Red Eye Flight“Excuse me, is anyone sitting next to you?”The Red Eye Flight3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Green eyes sparkling behind thick black frames, subtle pink lipstick and hair in a tall, blonde bun, impaled with a couple of chopsticks. It’s a Red Eye flight, no reserved seating, every seat is fair game as people just try and get some sleep or catch up on some last minute prep for whatever’s greeting them tomorrow.
“No, no they aren’t. Would you like the window or the aisle?”
I’ve sat in the middle seat for just such a reason, so I can hopefully deter folks from sitting next to me. It isn’t the nicest experience to have a few hours sat in close confines with someone who’s either neglected to shower or to take their hay fever medication.
“Window, please, if that’s okay.”
I flip up my tray table and shuffle my way out to the aisle to let her in. She’s smiling and she looks half awake, so this is already a good start. I’m thinking perhaps I should try an
DiagnosisMelody, or "Mel" for short, was an avid traveler. Name a country or a city and she's been there! Mel is an archaeologist, a damn good one at that. Hut, being a women in a "boy's-club" has its draw backs: No one thinks she can take care of herself, very few men taker seriously and of course, she was hot; by default not smart. Mel had proven them wrong with this preconceived notions many times over, but it never stuck. Mel was leggy, with blonde hair down to her butt, with an ample bosom and piercing green eyes. Some speculate that she was the inspiration for ZZ Top's "Legs", but Mel knew that was bull!Diagnosis4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
One night, after returning from an excavation from deep within the amazon, Mel felt very ill. She ran to her bathroom many times that night, each time feeling worse and worse. The next morning, Mel drove herself to the doctors. She wasn't sexually active, or at least hadn't been f
Genderqueermy friends wereGenderqueer4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
snips and snails and puppy dog tails
sugar and spice and everything nice.
i was the space between the words:
"girls on one side;
boys on the other."
rainbows and pails and sugar-snails,
that's what genderqueers are made of.
Friendship I looked down at Finch; his face was contorted in a mixture of panic, severe concentration, and intense mental and emotional torture. I could see sweat glistening on his brow. My own was equally wet. He held out a slightly quivering finger, and pressed three numbers into the phone, then hesitated. I could see the extreme turmoil in his eyes. I looked away. I could not bear the thought of looking into the face of the man who was my best friend as the explosion killed us both. I waited a moment, then heard a faint beep coming from the phone that was my death warrant. I let out a choked gasp, and looked down; he had stopped it, with seven seconds left, he had stopped it. We stood staring at each other for a moment, blank in an overwhelming emotion. His eyes filled with tears, and he let out a stifled sigh of relief. I feel rather like I did something of the same thing, but I’m not sure, my mind was so dazed. In a split second, I felt like I reverted back tFriendship3 years ago in Drama More Like This
When they wake up Harold Finch felt a sudden sharp pain in the back of his neck which snapped him quickly out of his sleep. He let out a little groan, but did not open his eyes. He knew he shouldn’t have fallen asleep on his sofa, but he had been so tired the night before, it had just happened. He flexed his shoulders and his eyes flicked open then closed again. Suddenly his entire body tensed. He heard a noise – the slow, gentle sound of someone breathing in and out. He held his breath, the noise stayed. He opened his eyes and slowly, and somewhat painfully, turned his head. He let out a sudden gasp and sat swiftly up.When they wake up3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“John, what are you doing here!” he exclaimed. Alarm and confusion mingled with tiredness and the pain in his neck made him sound sharp and angry.
Reese flinched and his eyes shot open. “Good morning, Harold,” he said good-naturedly.
“Mr. Reese, how did you get in here?” asked Finch, regaining his c
Yum +House M.D. drabble+Whats that?Yum +House M.D. drabble+9 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Its food, House.
It looks like a sheep barfed out its spleen.
Im not even going to ask how you know what that looks like.
I call it as I see it.
Dont judge what you havent tried. Its good. Want some?
I rather not. But for your pure amusement and to prove that the average human cant digest this toxic waste, I will.
A spoonful. Wilson waited.
Well? Its good, isnt it?
A pause. Nope, House said simply, licking the back of the spoon before handing it back to the oncologist.
Wilson shrugged. Suit yourself.
Wilson continued eating, the whole time House was watching. He leaned back against the couch and yawned.
Oh Jimmy, that reminds me. The hospital called three hours ago while you were in the shower. Something about an important meeting that starts...well.. House looked at his watc
Rusted Oil: Chapter 2 Felix laid across the stage quietly, looking a little irritated. He looked over to his left, picking up his head. A little brown pup was hanging from his ear. “Beatrice! Get off my ear! Or else!” He snapped, trying to pull her off of his ear.Rusted Oil: Chapter 28 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
She giggled as he pulled her by her waist, until she ripped Felix’s ear. “Ouch!” He shouted, holding his ear.
The pup laughed and ran away, hiding behind Amelia. She spit out a piece of Felix and looked up at the little white fox. Felix jumped off of the stage and walked up to Blue, who was sleeping. “Mom!” He shouted.
Blue startled awake with a snort, then looked at Felix. She saw the tear in his ear and grinned. “Oh, Felix not again! I ran out of thread remember? I can’t fix it this time! Plus, it looks like she took a chunk of you with her.” She said.
“I hate her! She doesn’t care about anything!” He growled.
Blue frowned, not very happy he had said that
WilliamHarold could see the boy planted on the front steps as he approached the lofty house.William3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A shock of brown hair was flopping all over in the wind, and Harold took note he was wearing a t-shirt and shorts despite the frigid breeze. His elbows were propped on his knees and his face resting in his hands, but he looked lost in thought – utterly unconcerned with the world around him.
"Will," Harold said as he approached, "what are you doing outside? It's freezing."
"I had to think," the boy said, lifting his face.
Although he looked entirely unsurprised to see Harold, his eyes were tired and red. Feeling a pang of remorse for the boy of only nine, Harold briefly halted his urgent mission to speak with him.
"What was wrong with thinking inside?" Harold asked with a small attempt at a smile.
"Dad and mom are in there," Will said miserably.
"Is everything alright?" he asked as he began to walk up the steps, "your father sent me a message telling me to get here as soon as I could
RumplestiltskinYou swore you'd never love again,Rumplestiltskin4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And then you chose to let her in.
At first, she was your serving girl,
Until her eyes became your world.
It started with a chipped teacup.
You never meant to give her up.
"All curses break with true love's kiss!"
She tries again to kiss your lips,
But misunderstanding clouds your eyes
And, fearing treason, you search for lies.
You have to banish her from your sight
You couldn't hurt her, try as you might;
Going back to your daily routine
You are surprised by a visit from the Queen.
She deceitfully feeds you lies of you love,
You fear there's no comfort, e'en from above.
You know now the promises your love couldn't tell.
You realize her affection could have broken the spell.
To bring her back, there's nothing to sell--
No deal to make,
No love left to take,
Only one memory; her name was Belle.
Misery Loves Company -House MDJames Wilson has never quite gotten the hang of love. Oh, he's good at the superficial aspects- flowers, moonlit walks, reading poetry. All that comes naturally to him; hell, he even enjoys it. He's been in one relationship or another since he started going steady with Janette Miller in the seventh grade. Women love him and he is more than happy to love them right back.Misery Loves Company -House MD10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Which, of course, was what made it so ironic that he was finalizing his third divorce. Even now he isn't sure quite what had gone wrong. The love died, he guesses, though that sounds painfully cliché. Maybe it had never really been love, a thought which manages to make him feel even worse. Somehow a fictitious love exposed was even more wretched than a temporary love extinguished.
He pours himself a snifter of brandy and downs it with a grimace. It's a little early in the evening for maudlin musings on the nature of love. Oh well. So he's getting an early start. He has a lot of musing to do. Oh yes. And then
We Were Almost There"This don't look too good, Octavius," Jed mused, pulling at his chains.We Were Almost There6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"You mean, we are not going to save our friends, the Smithsonian, and Mr. Daley?"
"I don't even think we'll be able to save ourselves, buddy..." His trademark hat fluttered off his head, only to be caught by Octavius, who placed it back on his head, with a great struggle. "Thanks."
"Don't mention it."
"Well, it looks like what everybody said 'bout us is true."
"You intend that we are attractive?" the Roman joked.
"No... That we're just a couple o' miniature men. A couple mini'tures in way o'er their heads. We were doomed from the start. I mean, look a' us. We didn't even come close to the tablet. We let everybody down. We've failed..."
"The treasure room," he said ominously.
"Yeah, we never made it to the treasure room."
"The treasure room," he repeated.
"Exactly, buddy. Yeah, the place we never got to."
"The treasure room," he repeated.
"Okay, now yer startin' to bum me out, Octy."
"No, look in the window! It's th
Belle's WishThe room was cold, what light that filtered in through the window dim and unhealthy. Belle lay on her cot with a growing black hole swallowing her from the inside out. She stared at the thin window, the twisting bars and foggy glass describing the caged emotions within her. But she noticed none of it. All that mattered to her, all that forced its way through her defenses into her thoughts were the last few hours.Belle's Wish2 years ago in Romance More Like This
She had been so happy. Oh! So filled with joy. She knew, she had finally understood. She had learned that he did love her, that he did care for her. Rumplestiltskin was human, and he loved her. Belle had been so happy as she returned to the Dark Castle, knowing that he would be surprised, knowing that he wouldn’t have expected her to come back. She had imagined the look on his face when he saw her walk through the door. She had heard the words he would say, had felt the emotions he would experience. Belle had been so happy, because she knew he would
Ode to Verlaine.Drop by dropOde to Verlaine.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Slowly starts a flood,
Tear by tear
Washes out the blood.
Somewhere near by,
There's a blossom growing,
Fragile and tiny,
And yet the whole world
At its feet is bowing,
A child's toy
At the moment, bringing us joy,
All red and shiny.
The warmth of a flame,
Or a soul filled with blame
A bitter taste is what then scatters
It's not the colour, but the hue that matters.
Kaplja za kapljo
Dol z roba polzi,
Solza za solzo
Izpira barvo rdečo kot kri.
Nedaleč proč nekje raste cvet,
Droben in neen,
A večji kot svet,
Se sveti rdeče,
Prinaa nam sreče,
Četudi občutek je le been.
Ogenj, ob katerem je vedno toplina,
Ali pa dua, kjer je samo praznina,
Za sabo puča le okus nam grenek.
Ne barva, vaen je odtenek.
Wyliczanka na trzy gwiazdyObcy żołnierzuWyliczanka na trzy gwiazdy1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Podaruję ci trzy gwiazdy spadające
Niech spełnią się życzenia
Pierwsza niech odnajdzie twe serce wyrwie uczucia
Na zbudowanych z nich krwawych skrzydłach
Nie dolecisz do nieba
Druga niech rozświetli twoją skroń zabierze myśli
Te już nieistotne
Razem z resztkami czaszki mózgu wspomnień
Uplecie niechcianą koronę
Trzecia niech pozwoli raz jeszcze odnaleźć ci Boga
Tego zupełnie nieistotnego
Przed którym tak nagle upadasz na kolana
Może on jednak wybacza
Podaruję ci trzy gwiazdy spadające
I nigdy tu już nie wracaj
Brother to... Mother!?“Hey, sis, what do you think this is?” I asked, tearing at the cardboard. “You’re so impulsive John! Shouldn’t we at least check who this is from?” My older sister, Rita, told to me. “Too late! Sorry, sis.” I said, showing the words I had ripped into. ‘PR-FE—R H—CK-R-- B-T—R LI—F—NDA-ION’ was all my sister or I could make out. “Well, the past is in the past. Why don’t we see what’s in it.” Happily, I obliged. Wrapped in bubble wrap was a strange rock- it looked like glass and was perfectly round- almost like a marble. The colors were off, though- light beige and earthen brown and light purple, swirling together like a double helix. It was beautiful, and I felt the irrational urge to hold it in my hand. Before I could, my sister pulled a note out and read it aloud.Brother to... Mother!?2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Congratulations. You have been selected to help preserve a species- Kangaskhanii Maias- or more commonly