Molly's FairytaleMolly's FairytaleMolly's Fairytale1 year 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
Invicto - Rozdzial IROZDZIAŁ IInvicto - Rozdzial I1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
To był zwyczajny poranek. Było około godziny ósmej. Dzieciaki i młodzież, czyli w tym i ja powinniśmy już być w szkole i słuchać paplaniny nauczyciela. Gdyby to nie były wakacje! Szczerze mówiąc, uwielbiam mieć wolne od szkoły, mam więcej czasu na "swoje" zajęcia. Niby w wakacje jest czas, by się wreszcie wyspać (jak się siedzi do trzeciej w nocy i gra na konsoli, a potem wstaje o siódmej...pewnie znacie to uczucie), ale ja to już od piątej spać nie mogę, bo jakieś dzieciaki biegają po dzielnicy i wydzierają się! Jak tu spać w takich warunkach?! Dobra, muszę się ogarnąć i przejść do rzeczy...No tak, nawet się nie przedstawiłam! Nazywam się Heather Tanevris, mam 14 lat i jestem zwykłą dziewczyną mieszkającą w zwykłym mieście...Tak, te dwa
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 Minutes4 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
But I will.Fight me.But I will.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I promise not to fight back.
I promise to smile, I promise to laugh.
I promise to be nice
Even if it's a sacrifice.
I promise to be strong
Even when you treat me wrong.
Because I've learned how to deal with ignorance
Better than you've learned how to use it.
And I promise to smile, and promise to laugh.
Yes, I promise.
I won't (but I will) fight back.
The Monolith: Chapter OneThe Monolith: Chapter One1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The floor was firm and cold, the feeling had reminded them of a hospital examination table. Thoughts of pain, needles and death filled their minds. Then the smell swirled into their nostrils - urine and blood; it was if someone had emptied their diseased bladder here.
Jack was the first to awaken, lifting himself with both hands, turning and then, as he got on his knees, he stood among the bodies. He counted. "One, Two, Three . . ." his voice trailed off and when he turned around there was lovely tanned girl staring at him.
It had scared him; perhaps anything at the moment would have jolted him. "Hmph," he sucked in lots of air and his arms reached for his heart, clutching. She smiled back.
"Name's Mendy," her arm was stretched out in front of her. "What's yours?"
He was amazed that the first question he had heard was about who he was and not about where they were. "Jack, Jack Barrera," he then quickly shifted the question to something more important - Prioritize Jack he thought
Feeling PrettyToday--Feeling Pretty9 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
TJM: Return to San LorenzoHey Arnold: The Movie 2 - Return to San LorenzoTJM: Return to San Lorenzo4 years ago in Drama More Like This
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
Imposible.Dicen que la diosa Atenea les dio a los gatos siete vidas, por que les gustaban como maullaban.Imposible.3 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
My Lover...My lover painted me the moon, a dark and navy sky...My Lover...3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
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...
Vampire!Arthur x Reader: Part VIIIVampire!Arthur x Reader: Part VIII2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Deep inside your soul there is a hole you don't want to see." Offspring
I looked at his blue eyes. They poured satisfaction as he gave me the news. For some reason, my chest felt heavy. I should be happy to find out; I don't have to be with Arthur, but I felt sad that Arthur was only using me as a host. Francis took out a small jar, which contained water in it. He took a sip and offered, but I declined it politely.
"So, __________, you still want to bear his children?"
"I never did!" I growled. Francis chuckled, and placed the jar back into the basket.
"Well, if you don't accept Arthur as your partner, you will have others waiting on your doorstep." He winked.
"What are you talking about, Priest-Faker?" I sneered.
"You powerful host have other vampires after you. You go into a type of season, where your will-power is great. You know about Feli and Lutz, oui?" I nodded, "Well, before we knew Feli was Lutz's host, you received a huge amount of atta
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 Died2 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
of glass and ashesa hound of glassof glass and ashes2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
frozen in time,
to move forward --
to find its
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StatementLet’s start offStatement1 year 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
PrussiaxReader - Cute Losers"Gilbert~" (Name) sang over the phone as she rolled around on her couch. Calling her boyfriend while he was at work just to make him mad was her hobby. Though he never really cared all the much when he saw her. "What are you doing?"PrussiaxReader - Cute Losers10 months ago in Romance More Like This
There was a grumble and the sound of a stapler hitting the table. "_____, you do this on purpose, right? I'm extremely busy right now, I'll call you when I get off."
"No~" She cried, rolling onto her stomach. "I am lonely. Come over and watch Netflix with me! I'll wear your favorite pajamas." She giggled, hoping that would make him leave work. Of course she knew that wasn't a good idea, since he needed the money. But the job he had was terrible and she hated seeing him exhausted all the time.
A moment of silence and she knew she had won him over. "Alright, I'll be there in a minute." The phone clicked and she laughed, jumping up.
(Name) ran to her room and pulled out the pajamas she was talking about. Giggling, she hurried with pulling them on and then slid
On My MindI can't help it.On My Mind1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can hear your laugh.
I can smell your skin.
I can see your smile when I close me eyes.
I can't help it.
I can feel your arms around me.
I can taste the sweetness of the kiss i imagine is yours.
I just can't help it!
Chapter 1: Flame PointsThe sound of water encircled the area. The subtle echo of the liquid splashing against the river stones, sent an array of euphoria to her ears. The piercing heat of the morning star kissed the skin of her face, as the frigid wind caressed her body.Chapter 1: Flame Points2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A loud crash erupted, the sound of the peaceful water being pushed out of its safe abode.
A piercing tone called out to her, “Butter! Please come in the water with me!”
She instantly recognized the voice belonging to her twin brother Scotch. Her cat ears twitched from the annoyance of her brother disturbing her tranquility. She peered one of her eyes open to see him drenched in the crystal like waters of Euteria. She couldn’t resist as the urge overtook her and the lips upon her face curved into a smile, her unmistakable feline fangs exposing themselves. The saliva dried quickly in the morning air.
“You are so silly brother, you are a walking contradiction.” She said, her smile growing wider.
Her brother tilted
7. Elias returnsHer laughter was music to him as he watched Elle make Primrose gallop at a comfortable speed, the scenary a blur of green as they both raced past bushes and trees.7. Elias returns3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Her blond locks were a sea of waves and her eyes sapphire spheares of pure joy.
"Enjoying yourself, Darling?" Mias asked with a smile.
She only laughed for an answer.
Mias noticed they were back at the mannor but he couldn't recall passing through the shields. He brushed that thought aside, thinking that he was too distacted by Elle's happiness to notice.
Primrose and Sterling both came to a halt once they reached the stables.
"I take it you are delighted with your new friend." Mias said as he helped her down.
"I am. Thank you, Mias." She replied, smiling up at him.
Mias felt his heart melt at her smile. He managed to make her happy that had nothing to do with what he wanted that included adult content.
"You are very welcome, Elle." He smiled back.
He turned to go i
Popular!AmericaxNerd!Reader The Growing-Up ProjectPopular!AmericaxNerd!Reader The Growing-Up Project2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
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You lay in your bed, snuggling the covers. It has been three weeks already and three weeks from taking care the baby doll with Alfred. That doll had kept you awake for all day long. It cries for every hour and believe it or not, it moves. Since this week it Alfred turn to take care of it, you finally had time for sleeping.
'Hope he doesn't do anything stupid' you thought sleepy.
Then you blushed. Every time you thought of Alfred, your heart always skips and your cheek turns red. You shift uncomfortably on your bed. Reading through a lot of books and magazine, you finally understand why you acted this way. "You are in love!" you always read from the magazines.
'Impossible! I don't like Alfred, I hate him' you thought "or maybe I do like him...'
Turning around, you sighed.
'I'm supposed to be sleeping not thinking about him!' you thought bitterly. Closing your eyes, you try to sleep.
"But who knew my wife will be the cutest girl i
Kristin the Coffee GirlTheres a girl who likes her coffee,Kristin the Coffee Girl6 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
Na warunkowymPrologNa warunkowym4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
„Puk puk…” Rozległo się pukanie. Rozwalony na łóżku nastolatek nie usłyszał go jednak, bo po przewodach wprost do jego uszu płynęła muzyka o niebotycznym poziome decybeli. Każdy normalny człowiek prawdopodobnie dawno by już ogłuchł. Ale on nie był normalnym człowiekiem. Był za to we własnym świecie. Konkretnie stał na scenie i śpiewał dla szalejącego tłumu fanów.
Nie usłyszawszy odpowiedzi (na którą też i wcale nie czekał - nawet zza zamkniętych drzwi słyszał przytłumione echo muzyki) chłopak wszedł do pokoju i na chwilę go zamurowało. Zaczął rozglądać się krytycznie. Na podłodze, fotelu i każdej innej poziomej powierzchni walały się ubrania przemieszane z podręcznikami, zeszytami, płytami kompaktowymi, opako
Dual Purpose: Zack x ReaderZACK X READER: DUAL PURPOSEDual Purpose: Zack x Reader2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The waiting room was freezing cold. A handful of people were huddled in a corner like Eskimos round a fire, bundled up with heavy jackets and wool shawls. Another couple were hunched over in their chairs, asleep. All were silent, breathing, and barely existing.
A trembling mass of fabric was curled up on one of the seats. It was sniffling and a red nose tip poked out of one of the folds. Suddenly, the whole bundle shot up. The blushing nose tip was now accompanied by rosy cheeks and red rimmed eyes.
(Name) coughed into the sleeve of her oversized, charcoal black overcoat. The sound jerked the man a row before her awake and he glared at her before turning away. She sunk into the warmth of the coat. Her feet marched her through the row where her seat was, over and over. Every step was echoed by the soft squeak of her boots and her coughs.
"Will you please sit?" the man she'd awoken grumbled.
She mumbled an apology and reclaimed her seat. Bouncing