Superwholock - Revelation Ch. 6 Pt. 4 FanfictionSuperwholock - Revelation Ch. 6 Pt. 4 Fanfiction2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Bolts of Blue Flame Pt. 4
Sam tried desperately to ignore the pounding headache in his head as he darted down the hallways. His memories of the last few hours were completely blank. The last thing he remembered was waking up in a cold room upside down. Then there was nothing. A big, fat, nothing. He didn’t remember moving to that room, and the harder he strained the more his headache worsened and a faint grating noise raked in his eardrums.
Sam grit his teeth and caught up to River’s frantic pace, using his long legs to keep up. Sherlock and Cas kept up their own pace behind them, about six feet back.
“We can’t just rush in there, you know,” he gasped to her. She sucked on the inside of her lip with fire in her eyes.
“I don’t care what we do as long as we get there- so long as I get to my husband! Fast. Whoever hurt him...they’ll wish they’d never been born.” River’s teeth gri
Blue Tint (Pokemon/Sonic Crossover)He slid to a halt at the end of the cliff and shivered.Blue Tint (Pokemon/Sonic Crossover)3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sonic the Hedgehog lifted a hand to his face, trying to use his fingers to shield his eyes from the sun and the wind. He couldn't shake the uncomfortable feeling that he was lostů and he realized that this was one of the few times that feeling had ever bothered him.
He looked down the mountain at the landscape below, frowning. Sunlight glinted off grass that had a much greener tone than he remembered only hours ago; vegetation was sparse where earlier in the day it had been plentiful. The sun was further south in the sky than he recalled, like the very season had changed. A gust of wind swept over him, colder than before. The sun was going down.
He briefly considered trying to descend the mountainside before nightfall, but as he looked out and beheld the many streams and rivers flowing from the mountain, he thought better of it. Sonic began searching for a nook or a cave that might shield him from the wind.
The soft murmur of voic
A Fantastic Fellowship of Fandoms PoemA Fantastic Fellowship of Fandoms PoemA Fantastic Fellowship of Fandoms Poem2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
“It began long ago,”
“In a hole in the ground,”
A little hobbit named Bilbo,
His unexpected journey abound.
The light of Durin’s Day, a map and a key,
Would open the door of the home it used to be.
The dwarves of Erebor,
Dragon fire in the sky,
The war would soon end,
Thus the hobbit said goodbye.
Fifty years later,
The story goes on,
The Fellowship was formed,
Their friendships were strong.
Sauron was defeated,
The Fellowship almost failed,
And at the Grey Havens,
There came an end to Frodo’s tale.
The Boy Who Lived,
A wizard at heart,
Even the dark Lord Voldemort,
Couldn’t tear his love for family apart.
He had Ron and Hermione,
We loved him as a friend,
If you stuck with Harry,
Until the very end.
In the forest of District 12,
Katniss and Gale were the hunters at hand,
War broke out before so everyone ran,
And thus The Hunger Games began.
At the reaping it was Primrose’s name,
But Katniss took her
Artist Blue - Copycat and MouseArtist Blue - Copycat and Mouse2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The scraping of shoes upon the TARDIS floor, disgusting organic ground leaves Catherine’s shoes. Artist once again steps towards the ship’s console. “So what’s your opinion on Magla?”
“A giant amoeba the size of a planet?”
Artist looks at her as if curtly frozen. “That’s what it was, yeah.”
“That’s a little insane.”
“It’s quite the aberration. After all it’s one of the 699 wonders of the universe.”
Catherine carries a bewildered expression. “699?”
“Anyways, where to next, luv?”
“Did you just call m--”
“Randomizer? Sounds like a plan!” exclaims Artist to cover his verbal footprints.
“Where’s K-9 been by the way?”
“He’s recharging. You can let him out if you want.” Artist points a finger to the cathedral-like doorway. “Left door, first right turn, first entrance on the right.”
Sherlock- ReunionATTENTION: CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR THE END OF SEASON 2. DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THE REINBACH FALL. Or, you know, do. If you don't care about spoilers.Sherlock- Reunion3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sherlock Holmes was
John couldn't finish the sentence.
His hand curled and uncurled, the nervous tick that used to ail him returning. It had been doing that almost without stop since that day. The day that replayed in his memory over and over, each time bringing an overwhelming wave of emotion, mixing from disbelief to horror to pain that stabbed him in a place no bullet could ever puncture. Sherlock's arms pinwheeling, his iconic coat tails billowing like wings oh if only they had been wings to stop his fall. The pavement hadn't done a very nice job of it.
Sherlock Holmes was
John was limping again. Psychosomatic, his therapist said. Like Sherlock had said. The shock from the loss was bringing it back just like the tremor in his hand. Not that the therapist had been able to do anything about it. John didn't know
Divorce7 years oldDivorce1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
My dad calls me and my siblings to the living room
Where he and my mom sit, smiles on their faces
That, looking back, I'm not sure were genuine anymore
My dad asks
"Imagine we moved to an island with two tents;
One with your mom, and one with me. Which one would you like to live in?"
I don't know much but I know I don't like this question
So I answer
"I would put the two tents together so we can all live in one big one!"
Because that's the only answer that doesn't leave my tongue
With a foul taste, like when I somehow got soap
On my Ringpop
My parents smile,
but I know my imagination
isn't welcome on this imaginary island
9 years old
I'm way too young
to feel like the tape
you use to close that tattered box
that somehow became too small to hold your Christmas tree
But putting the tree back at work today
I realize that's exactly how I felt
11 years old
My parents are fighting
And I guess it must've been really bad
Because my mom storms up
.Last night.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I stayed up late and cried
Because I hate this world I live in.
As a child my grandmother would read me stories of
Wynken, Blynken’, and Nods,
Snow Whites and Cinderellas
But the story that stuck with me the most was that of Icarus,
Because he didn’t get a happy ending
And, if I’m honest,
That’s more like the world we live in.
See, their world is about good hearts, belief, and hard work.
As long as you have those,
You’d get your happily ever after.
But here, belief is about as powerful and real as those stories
Good hearts get trampled on
Hard work is only occasionally rewarded
And happily ever after’s don’t happen till you’re dead
If we believed more
We’d find fairy godmothers would come back to us
Good would win in the end
I could have a chance
AbusiveGrip my neck tight and don’t let it go.Abusive2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Forgetting to let me breathe.
So I can taste blood, as I bite my lip.
Today is the day I please him.
With my innocent body.
“Admit you like it”
Rip my heart out, and drink the remains.
Then chain me to the bed, a neck with scars.
“Oh my oh my, you've been such a naughty girl”
Pitied by the daytime, it’s when vampires like you sleep.
“Oh my oh my, you've been such a naughty girl”
I just want to rip out your wicked heart.
Please forgive these tears running down my cheeks,
I swear I’ll devoid myself of all emotion.
Ah, I will moan when you command.
Listening to every will.
“I love you”
It hurts so much, the whips and chains.
I hate being tied down like this.
“I love you too.”
After All..I am a flightless bird,After All..2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
And that's alright.
It can't be helped,
My wings have been clipped.
But not out of love.
My wings were clipped out of fear,
A fear that there are things I cannot do.
So I watch you fly,
Fly fly fly.
You beautiful bird.
You're so colourful and bright,
I'm nothing but a background dull grey.
Go and fly,
No need to wait up.
I keep clipping my feathers because I don't think I'm ready to fly.
You can sing all your songs to me when you come home,
You keep learning new ones every time you fly.
And each time you fly,
You fly farther and higher.
And your at a point right now that when you fly,
I can't watch anymore.
And when you come home,
I'm happy your back.
But I'm also sad,
Because deep down I want to fly away with you.
And be with you all the time.
So from my cage I'll sing my songs to my self,
The same ones I've known since I was young.
I'm too scared to fly.
SH: Spoilers: The Empty House - Cut SceneSherlock was now disguised as an old professor. He looked at least thirty years older and completely unrecognizable. Pince-nez sat on the end of his nose, and his hair was short and flecked with grey. His face held signs of many years of sun dammage and he'd even made sure there was a little bit of chalk on his cuff. In comparison, his 'Hopkins' disguise looked like a cheap halloween costume.SH: Spoilers: The Empty House - Cut Scene3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
They confronted a bemused looking Lestrade at his office. "This is my good friend... Professor... er, Lichen... beckstien. He's from... Austria." John could feel Sherlock's glare burning into the back of his skull.
"Indeed, I am! I have been teachink for many years now, John vas vun of my students! He vas terrible at everythink. Very stupid boy."
Lestrade frowned, then shook his head. He didn't vant, er, want to know.
"We searched Hopkin's house. Didn't find anything. Do you think he could be Moran?"
"I vould say zat is possible, though eet vould not be vize to trust ze advice of this dunderhead!
A Reluctant Slave - The EndA Reluctant Slave - The End4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The walk to the walls of Sydan couldn't have been any longer for the young werewolf. Her mind was racing and the men around her remained silent. She tried to read their expressions, but Frost gave nothing away and Gregori only looked eager. Her heart pounded as Frost held her hand, not releasing it as he kept her by his side.
Was this going to be it? The final battle?
As they moved through the streets it was clear to Lucy that it had been prepared for an attack. There were areas of defence for those fighting in the battle and their homes had been reinforced. There were guards walking around in patrols, more wary than usual and the closer to the edge of the city they became, the more werewolf and vampire soldiers there seemed to be.
Lucy almost found herself pressing into Frost's side at the image; history was being written here. She knew that when times settled back into a usual routine with leadership in place that today would be one of those days told in legends. Vampire and werewolv
Loki's Perfect Day AriaLoki's Perfect Day Aria3 years ago in Horror More Like This
This day is going to be perfect,
The kind of day that of which I've dreamed since I was small,
Every Body will gather round,
Say I look lovely in my crown,
What they Don't know is that I have fooled them all.
This day was going to be perfect,
The kind of day of which I've dreamed since I was small,
But instead of feeling great,
With all my friends to celebrate
The Glory Bells, they may not ring for us at all.
I could care less about the crest,
I won't partake just for their sake,
Oaths I'll be lying when I say,
That through any kind of weather,
I'll keep the nine realms together.
The truth is I don't care for them at all,
No I do not love the World.
How can I care for what's Absurd?
But I still want them to be all mine.
Must escape before it's too late,
Must find a way to save the day,
Hope I'm lying if I say.
I don't care that I may lose them
To someone who wants to use them,
Who won't care for them each and every day?
For I oh so love the World.
All my Hopes t
10 Things I Wish I Could Tell You1.10 Things I Wish I Could Tell You2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Didn’t you ever find it creepy while we dated?
You were 14 and I was 17 at the time.
That’s a pretty large age gap.
Thinking back, it’s pretty fucking weird that I was ever in love with you in the first place.
A few years older, and I would have been a pedophile.
So I’m kind of glad you dumped me for no reason ‘cause
I don’t have the heart to tell people
Oh it’s not what you think!
It’s not a three year difference – it’s a…2 ½ year difference. Not the same…
Don’t you ever find it weird that we kept our relationship so low-key?
None of our closest friends knew we were ever together.
We would talk a hell of a lot about each other with them
But we never once mentioned we were dating.
We only met with each other after school
And I would tell my parents that I was going to meet up with “frien
The EndThe EndThe End2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Through the matted haze
A silhouette, man or monster?
Are you there?
A trick of blackened mind?
You’d think my intended liberation cruelly selfish.
You’d ask -
What of the children? What of you? What of us?
These come as gifts to cling to.
I try to tell you.
I walk on the edge of an abyss.
But I am ignorant of it.
I am a fool to feel safe. A fool, unaware.
I walk for a while, and everything is okay.
There’s a path I follow, it leads straight, it seems wide.
The abyss always looms and I have to notice it.
It’s always waiting now. Always in the corner of my mind.
I trick myself sometimes into thinking it’s not there.
I distract myself along the path.
But one little stumble, the smallest of stones, and I am falling into it.
To start with I can catch myself, and drag myself back up.
Always I fall a little further.
Until one day I fall in completely.
I hit the depths and my body shatters.
The pain renders me incapable.
The darkness and fog
The GryphonThe Gryphon soars through the sky.The Gryphon2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Beating his mighty wings on high.
Feathers sturdy and in place,
Never falling off when met with Sun's face.
His cry of joy ringing through the air,
His cry of freedom trembling through the berrier.
Screeching of delight while doing flips and turns,
He heads home while the Sun still burns.
He protects his young as any father should,
Keeping predators away as any male could.
His Mate lies in wait for him,
Having already fed the younger kin.
His one true mate, as beautiful as ever,
With silky-smooth fur and gorgeous white feathers.
She sleeps next to him, Mates forever.
The children cuddle close,
Daddy's paw a soft loving tether.
As dawn breaks and light brings anew,
The Gryphon wakes, wishing to surprise with food.
He leaves before they wake, Love filling his heart,
Not waiting till the sun breaks, one of the hardest parts.
He arrives back home, food in beak.
But sees catasrophy in all that he sees.
His family is amiss, blood and feathers everywhere,
Read Me RealRead Me RealRead Me Real3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am the person to breathe you real
Reawaken perfect in any age
I house every moment you hold dear
Receptacle of your every hope and fear
Witness to your anger when you engage
Returned again to breathe you real
Memories still fresh of how we feel
Locked together on third eye's stage
All the moments that I hold dear
I can hear your voice when I hold you near
Give you my mind, free of your cage
A playground for me to breathe you real
Come with me again on time line's wheel
Do not be afraid to turn the page
Our story has all the moments I hold dear
It's our voices on the wind we hear
All it takes for me to be assuaged
Stories on the wind when I breathe you real
Stories in my mind, moments I hold dear
New Order [Chapter 2]New Order [Chapter 2]2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Who the hell are you, and how the hell did you get aboard the U.S.S. Celestial?” Asked a man in a uniform with what, for the most part, sounded like a Scottish accent.
“Um… tech support. I was hired to…” I began but he interrupted me.
“Hired? You? Ha! I’ve worked here for 30 years laddy, and I know for a fact that you weren’t hired. The only way you get hired here is if you’s joined the celestial guard. Now what’s ye real purpose laddy?” He held the rifle closer to my chest. “And ya better not lie to me. I can smell a lie.”
I raised my hands and spoke up, “OK Korra, Krone, you can come out now, the joke’s over. I’ll be the first to admit the guy that you got to play the Scottish guard was a nice move but