Molly's FairytaleMolly's FairytaleMolly's Fairytale2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Summary: Molly tells Sherlock's story in fairytale form to the children in paediatrics
Warning: Post-Reichenbach feels in the end.
A dark and gruesome afternoon after an accident involving 13 cars, resulting in 7 deaths and 9 injured, Molly Hooper found herself at the end of her shift. The young woman tossed the gloves she had been using into the trash, shoving her labcoat into her backpack as she made her way through the double doors leading to sweet freedom.
The rain made odd patterns on the large windows in the hallway and the silence was deafening in inexplicable ways. A steady ringing sounded through her ears, a result of talking to co-workers with the radio on one minute, and walking in complete silence the next with only her footsteps to provide reassuring sounds.
Before she would make her way home to indulge herself in soap series, take-away dinner and her cats, she made a note to stop by paediatrics, just like she normally did. The chance that she woul
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Today I died and I never got to tell my boyfriend that I want us to be the cute old couple walking down the street holding hands.
Today I died and I never got to tell my future children how much I love them.
Today I died and I never got to say goodbye.
If I had survived for ten minutes longer it may have been the most painful ten minutes of my life, but I beg to have them. The pain is nothing in comparison to the agony of not saying everything I should've said.
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With a taste of truth
That I refuse to sell
But I’ll share with you
For the price of
That hearing crap
Won’t do here
Buys that at full price
I’m going to marry a poet,
One with a quiet voice,
The flavor of happiness
In his every breath.
I’d like to get drunk off
Of kisses like that.
But ideal love
Doesn’t exist without reason
Much like a cricket
Can’t help but to make a sound
Since it loves its silence alive,
Rather than dead.
Of jumping onto scales
And seeing how much I weigh
For the things I possess
Instead of solely
Measuring my heart.
Is it so bad
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It was a cool, but still warm late summer evening, with a light breeze, and storm clouds roaming overhead, promising rain.
Helga sighed as she sa
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Was burning low
Until a soft wind
The open window.
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You are here for a purpose.
You are worth more that the moon and the stars.
There is no point to live.
I will show you the point of your existance.
I want to go home to you.
I am not done with you yet, my child.
I can't do anything right.
I will give you the strength to fight on.
But you don't understand.
No, you don't understand.
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and the unexplained
We define in parables
what has not been named
I haven't asked
if you disagree,
but I'm not one tasked
by the enemy
I support all womens' health,
not just physical
Social, emotional self
and the spiritual
I haven't asked
if you disagree-
don't feel attacked
by the enemy
I expect those who would lead
to show honesty
Compromise is what we need,
grounded in reality
I haven't asked
if you disagree,
but I'm not one backed
by the enemy
I hold that love isn't made
but can be given
It's not about "getting laid"
or who's sex-driven
I haven't asked
if you disagree-
don't believe I'm masked
by the enemy
Between you and me
there is no doubting
the world we see,
so I'm not asking
Cherish all that you concieve
and I'll let it be
because I'll always believe
you are not the enemy
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Waiting for a coach
that never came,
a ball gown
out of sackloth;
are not dependable
are best left
to their own devices.
Midnight was never a friend,
and under that suit
he is the same as any other
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In a very special way,
She likes her coffee in a latte, Ive got that memorized
She comes in here every morning,
I politely say how are you?
She lookes up at the order board,
God,see the color of her eyes,
Makes me wanna kiss and hug her,
So today she came in her sweater,
Her favorite light pink sweater,
That she wears every Wednesday.
Yes today at 8:11,
When I greeted her as usual,
She said Fine, and my name is Kristin,
I didnt know what to say.
She thanked me for the extra foam, and I watched her slowly walk away
She said her name was Kristin,
Yes, her name is a thing that I love to say
Kristen the coffee girl,
You bring light to my whole world!
Kristin the coffee girl,
I love you, I love you, I love you
I hope that I will not be nervous,
When I am playing music,
I hope she likes my music,
Because I play guitar
And so earlier this morning I told my dearest Kristen,
That I was playin
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Gleeful in your pristine state
Unadorned you scoff
Radiant you preen
Teasing with blank expression
Come here, defile me
Make me willing slave
Cover me with word and verse
I am a blank page
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When it was I
Why do I feel
Without you by my side.
Why am I
If I made the choice.
Why do I hunger
Though I let you go.
I never realized
How important you were
Until you've gone.
Now I want you back
Back by my side
But I cannot find you.
Shall I see your face.
Or hear your quiet laugh.
I've hurt you
Stabbed you too hard.
That sweet love
We once had
Our love is lost
'Cause I didn't treasure.
I threw away what mattered most.
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I'm sick of karma never catching up
I'm sick of every little bitch like you
Who screws the world and thinks they'll never get screwed
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unknown to me.
All is well.
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It is a plague.
To some, it is horrible and terrifying.
To most, it is life treating and deadly.
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The story begins immediately where "The Journal" had left off; Arnold is sitting by himself outside upon the steps of Sunset Arms when he make an important discovery - there is a map on the last page of his father's journal. In his excitement, Arnold gets up and runs back into the boarding house.
Arnold: Grandma! Grandpa! Wake up! I found a map!
The title "Return to San Lorenzo" appears on the screen. Cut to 2 weeks later in the middle of the day. A mailman holding a brown parcel (not Harvey) knocks on the door on the boarding house. After waiting a few seconds, the door is opened by Arnold. The mailman hands him a clipboard for him to sign a form, then gives him the package.
Arnold: Thanks a lot.
Mailman: You're welcome, Mr...(reads form)...Shortman...(snickers)...
Arnold: Uh, yeah - that's my last name...
Mailman: Right, right...(snickers)...well, you have a nice day...Mr. Shortman...HAHAHAHAHAHA!
The mailman bu
The Secrets in the GroveMourning-cloak butterflies fluttered and hovered around asphodel flowers in the half-light, moving restlessly over the pale, luminous blossoms that mythology whispers of, the flowers of the deep, that no sane man will touch, that under the sky void become the blossoms that the dead eat.The Secrets in the Grove4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As April slid effortlessly into August, and the mourning-cloak moths lay unfurled and unwaking like torn white skeleton leaves and angel's hair on the misty earth, shrouds hung in the ether from the mouth of no natural vapour. The morning held a strange disquiet, and the trees seemed to shudder ominously in the wind. The grove seemed to quiver with a gentle madness, and darkness grew in the spaces between the leaves.
Satellites fell from far-flung heavens with the memories of celestial bodies resting like echoes breathed onto their skin. And the air trembled, disturbed as helium secrets and halogen words came to fall into the damp, decaying undergrowth of the earth.
The satellites spoke of the other wor
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Parsoncarter's Christmas special!
I don't even when it started. It's just one day, I love him.
We were at school…I was a teacher. Him? I thought he was a janitor.
It turns out he's the school's sponsor for special events.
I get pissed off when he looks at me everytime.
"Hey," I said to my co-teacher. "You know that Gil, dude? He kept staring at me when he thinks I'm not looking, well obviously I know."
"Oooh, that's romantic."
"Oh, stop it."
Later, I learned his background. And oh, how it gives me the creeps but now the facts confirmed he's practically clean—everything! He's a good man.
One day at the mall, my friend and I, we're on our way home when I spotted him. I ignored him. But my friend, as loud as a siren, says, "Oh, look! Gilbert!"
"Oh, shut up." The truth is when I saw him, my heart thumped faster. Oh, you know what they say.
At the office department, "Hey, someone gave a gift."
"It's at your table."
"From whom?" I saw my friend
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A melody from my past
A sweet and sour reminder
Of what I have surpassed
I'm not the same person I was then
But when the music hit my ears
I was jolted back in time
To a point of tears and fears
I remember every moment
With such brilliance, such clarity
That during these transportations
I can feel the pain and asperity
When I return safely in the present moment
I'm thankful for the peace I feel today
That I can come back to a life I love
That I can respect my past and feel okay
I can tear down these walls I've built
To hold the demons at bay
Because I've learned that those very moments
Are what have made me who I am today
Feeling PrettyToday--Feeling Pretty10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just for a moment
don't tell anyone
We're not supposed to be
Just for that moment
Don't You Ever Wonder?Don't You Ever Wonder?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don't you ever wonder
Why people think you're beautiful?
Why they think you're talented and smart?
Why they would waste so much time on you?
Does it ever confuse you
When people give you support?
I have no value, why do they care?
I can't do anything, I can't be a help.
Why do they even stay?
A simple reason, really,
Why they think what they think.
They see who we truly are.
Beyond what your mind has thought up.
They don't see you through broken glass.
Through the window that's been fogged up.
By the insecurites and flaws you l
Imposible.Dicen que la diosa Atenea les dio a los gatos siete vidas, por que les gustaban como maullaban.Imposible.4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Dicen que los perros fueron enviados por el dios Espartaco para que molestaran a los gatos.
Y de ahí dicen que viene su típico pique.
Pero el mundo es así.
Perros y Gatos.
Soñadores y Terraquenienses.
Y yo soy intermedio.
¿Y quién soy yo?
Un punto intermedio.
Porque siempre quise ser un soñador, pero nunca lo he sido, ya que siempre los alcanzo. Y los soñadores siempre se quedan quietos.
Sin embargo, dicen que soy caótico.
Dicen que sueño con los peces volando por el cielo, y con las aves buceando por el mar.
Pero eso es mentira.
Yo simplemente sueño con las liebres corriendo por las nubes del cielo.
¿Y quién soy yo?
Ah, permitid que me presente.
Soy Alexander o también Spencer.
Depende del día me llaman de una manera u otra.
Y yo digo que soy Alexander en la tierra, y Spencer e
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Please just stop, please stop.
"You're a fucking bitch. "
"How could you fucking do it?"
I'm so sorry. Please stop, please.
"You ruined him, you broke him, and you're completely okay with that?"
I didn't want to, I really didn't, please. please. stop.
"Can you fathom the tears, the undying hope that he felt?"
I don't know.. just please.
"You drove him to insanity, you hurt him."
I didn't. I didn't. I didn't.
"You pretended to love him, you didn't love him, did you?"
I DID. I DID. I care about him so much.. just stop. please..
"What? Are those tears? You don't deserve to cry."
"Is that blood? HAH. I hope it never ends. Would you like some salt with that?."
It won't stop.
"No one will come to help you, you never deserved it."
I don't want help..
"You are fake, you are
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In either time or space.
The world spun without a care.
It's like she wasn't. Even. There.
It was like she was a chill in the night
That ran up people's spines,
But no one ever noticed her
And her visibility to others continued to decline.
She felt like she existed-
But that was just a lie.
Because one night as she watched the world
In the shadows
She let out her final cry.
And so the girl who didn't exist
Became a whisper in the night
And her sorrowful whispers haunt my mind
Every. Single. Night.
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My lover is a goddess, with blonde hair, deep blue eyes...
My lover isn't perfect, she tells me everyday...
My lover falls to silence, when I whisper "It's okay..."
My lover is an artist, who paints my moonlit night...
My lover is my angel, with sacred wings of light...
My lover is my only friend, she means so much to me...
My lover, has my heart and soul, the only girl for me...