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
Today I DiedToday I died and I never got to tell my parents how much I love them, how glad I am that I was theirs.Today I Died3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Today I died and I never got to tell my best friend I am sorry for everything I've put him through.
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.
Mom, I love going to bingo with you during the week. You have the biggest heart, a generous soul, and a loving nature. Life hasn't been easy for you, and I know I sometimes I ignore that. I'm so sorry Mom. You've given me such a warm and caring upbringing that it's hard for me to remember that you had to do without when you were
The Patakis: Last MinutesAt the moment, Helga just couldn't concentrate. Even though she wasn't new to seeing a tape of Olga's award acceptance speech set to be aired during an award show, it still, left her the same feeling. Empty, angry, resentful, bored, and above all, jealous. Once again, her oh-so wonderful sister, the award-winning actress, was once again, unintentionally rubbing her fame and fortune in her face.The Patakis: Last Minutes5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
But now, she was NOT going to sit for an hour or two, watching the tape over and over again, listening to Bob and Miriam pouring all their love and how proud they were of Olga into her, while she would sit in the background like a statue. No. Instead, she abruptly stood, fixed her blue hat on her head more to hide what it was really being worn for, cast a scorned look to her family as they watched and laughed at the award show taping, and went outside.
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
StatementLet’s start offStatement2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
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
To crave the title
Don't You Ever Wonder?Don't You Ever Wonder?1 year 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
My Worst Enemy.It rips.My Worst Enemy.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
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
Kristin the Coffee GirlTheres a girl who likes her coffee,Kristin the Coffee Girl7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
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
How to make Muffin-Tin PiesHow to make Muffin-Tin Pies2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
This is a really fun recipe I use for the Holidays and parties! ^-^
The steps listed below will make approximately one/one-and-a-half batches of twelve mini mixed-berry pies. Just use a regular muffin tin, and you can use paper muffin cups if you like, but if you don't I recommend spraying the ENTIRE muffin tin (not just the cups) before putting in the dough to help them come out easier.
The Oven will need to be pre-heated to 350 degrees before the pies can go in the oven.
2 1/2 cups flour
1/4 cup sugar
2 teaspoons of salt
1/2 cup shortening (I generally use Crisco)
3/4 cup butter (chilled)
6 Tablespoons of ice water
Making the dough:
1.) Cut up butter into medium-sized cubes and return it to the refrigerator for later use.
2.) Cut up the shortening and drop in chunks into a bowl of ice water.
3.) In a separate bowl (large), combine flour, sugar and salt and then mix well.
3.) After they are chilled, remove the shortening from ice water, the but
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
a virtual lifebehind my avatara virtual life2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am queen of a wonderful world
I am a female warrior of a strange country
I am a werewolf
in real life
I am a girl who waits for the love
I am a girl who dreams from another life
I am a girl insignificant buried in the mass
The Hunger Games Fan Fic Chapter One Will NerverThe Hunger Games Fan Fic Chapter One3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was raining outside. I could hear the raindrops on my bedroom window. Today was the day of the Reaping. I wasn't nervous at all. Ever since I turned 12 and I could have been chosen for the annual Hunger Games, everyday I go running until I feel that my legs can't hold me anymore. Then I start training for my upper body lift waits, do pushups. I can't accept the fact that I may not only die if I get chosen, but my whole family would be watching. Shocking, isn't it?
This morning I felt emptier then ever. I just turned 17 around three months ago, and I feel that my chances of entering the games are escaping from me. It's not like I want to get chosen. But it would be nice to do nothing all day and not have to worry about the consequences. Everyday I have to get up and go to work with my father. He is almost 40 years old and I'm getting worried about him. The fact that we have 3 more mouths to feed my
Vamp!PrussiaXReader: Lost in BloodThe steam from the hot bucket of water was visible today as you dunk the floor brush in and out, scrubbing the cold stone floors of the estate. Never in your life did you expect to become a servant to Edelstein's.Vamp!PrussiaXReader: Lost in Blood3 years ago in Romance More Like This
You were still heir to family's fortune, once part of a high class of aristocrats that ruled the land east of here. As a young child, you had no cares about anything until that dreadful night came.
It happened so fast. One moment you were sleeping in your warm bed when the windows exploded. They appeared, moving swiftly and killing anyone in sight. These creatures feasted on the blood of others: Vampires. From your bed, you woke, hearing the screams of the servants and family, yelling to the Lord to save their souls. You remember your father barging into your room, sweat mixed with blood and tears ran down his face as he held the door closed. He tossed a particular item on your bed. It was in a worn brown sac, tied in red string. His last words to you still rang in your h
DisagreeI believe in miraclesDisagree2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
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
PrussiaxReader - Dirty Dishes Part5Blip, blip blip, blip, blipPrussiaxReader - Dirty Dishes Part53 years ago in Romance More Like This
The steady beeping of heart monitors roused your sedated brain to consciousness.
Blip, blip, blip, blip, blip
It felt as though your head was stuffed with cotton wool everything was warm and fuzzy, and you felt sort of disconnected from your own body. You couldn't feel anything, though your drug-pumped brain couldn't process why.
You slowly started to regain feeling in your limbs, and were alerted to a slight pressure building on your upper left arm. Keeping your eyes firmly shut, you listened to the whoosh of the blood-pressure machine as it deflated quietly.
As you silently took stock of the new feelings and sensations coursing through your slowly-awakening limbs, you took in some deep, steady breaths. From what your groggy mind could work out, it sounded like you were in a hospital?
But why? What was going on?
Swallowing thickly, it felt as though you hadn't drank anything in days. Frowning, you fought to ope
My Greatest FoeThere you sit, tauntingMy Greatest Foe2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
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
AlliesxYurei!ReaderAlliesxYūrei!ReaderAlliesxYurei!Reader2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Fight for life.
Yūrei- Yūrei are a type of Japanese ghost, usually female (though males do exist), traditionally shown as wearing all white with long black hair that hangs in front of their face. They are typically bound to specific places or objects, and often have a mission of vengeance.
------England's point of view-------
"You Fucking Wanker." I grumbled at Alfred's back. Tripping on a tree root, I growled out a curse.
"Not my fault the car broke down." He shot a glare at me, the moonlight glinting off his glasses.
"Guys! Fighting fix nothing!" Yao walked next to me, his mouth full of dumplings. The basket in his arms was piled with more.
"Oui." Francis swatted branches out of his way, shrieking when they tangled in his hair.
I glanced at Ivan. The tall Russian was unfazed by the foliage around us. Of course.
Why were we out in the middle of a bloody forest?
Because Alfred just HAD to ride in that crappy
Painful LostWhy do I painPainful Lost5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
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.
A lion among sheep.There are ghosts in my bloodstreamA lion among sheep.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
kissing concrete cells &
the bedroom eyes of nerve endings.
( foreign words
engraved into my marrow, birds in my chest
& wars not yet fought between my hips. )
I've taken myself apart every night
since I learned how to swallow a pen
limb by steady limb.
Passed around by grabby hands,
a sold, & borrowed daughter;
I am a lion among sheep,
drunk on life & ink.
Req. Lifetime to Change (Connor x Blind!Reader)Living with your older brother was hard. It really was. You had to depend on him for everything. Finding clothes, cooking, finding your room.Req. Lifetime to Change (Connor x Blind!Reader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You were ashamed. Multiple times you heard his spouse complaining on why you were living in their house.
It wasn't your fault.
Wasn't your fault that you were blind...
You weren't born blind, no. As you grew up, you began to notice how your vision became blurry.
Frightened, you informed your parents and they had purchased some 'focals for you.
Courtesy from Ben Franklin.
Years passed as your vision grew fogger and fogger.
Eventually, you became blind.
"She has cataracts." The doctor said.
You cursed your inability.
Today, your brother was nice enough to raise his dog to help you around New York. You had a cane of course, but the dog was much more fun to use than your cane.
"Let's go girl." You called out, patting your legs. You listened for the dog's paws padding against the wooden floors. You had no idea what her name was, but you didn't r
I wishI wish4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wish I could
live in a world so
clear, where all is calm, and
I wish I could
draw, where my tears won't
fall, and live in peace
with you all.
I wish I didn't
have big decisions to
make, so no one can take
what's truly mine, and people
weren't so fake.
I wish I didn't
have to go to school
just to be a fool, and
I would rather be more
I wish for a place
so far from here where
no one knows, so I could cry
out in fear, and only
hope for a better
Perfect on PaperWe cut heartsPerfect on Paper2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
into paper to make streams
That was my impression of it.
That you ripped
the pieces you didn't want
until you got something that was
It's no wonder
that I can't believe that someone
would think I was paper-perfect,
EnglandXReader New Perspective 1Based off of 'New perspective' by Panic! At the disco. Enjoy! （＾∇＾）EnglandXReader New Perspective 13 years ago in Romance More Like This
'Who cares! Define intervention, I wanna be praised from a new perspective! But, leaving now would be a good idea, so catch me up on getting outta here.'
'I want to be someone else... They must have an easy life...' Isn't that a universal thought? Haven't you ever wanted to be someone else? Don't lie either.
"I hate this! Shut up all of you!" You shouted, slamming your hands on the meeting table, earning jumps from a few countries. "Miss _______ is right... SO SHUT UP AND SIT DOWN!" Germany yelled from the other side of the room. The G8 meetings were stressful, especially for a new country such as your self... You looked around the table, seeing the new faces in which you hadn't been introduced. Your eyes stopped at a blonde man, whose eyebrows