Make Unto the Lord a Joyful NoiseWe hid behind the hymnals.Make Unto the Lord a Joyful Noise2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When the organ chords clung
Like condensation on the gospel,
We’d wait for the same wavering keen,
Impossible to place as it
rose from the bowels of the pews.
Somewhere among the chrysanthemum bouquet
came the spiderweb thrum of pitchless joy
that broke through our Protestant stiffness.
We watched lips,
the wrinkled movement of apricot cheeks,
anything that could telegraph the howling undertow
accompanying “The Old Rugged Cross”
up to its crag on Calvary.
When hum was absent one Sunday,
we mourned the empty dullness
left by the absence of each wavering sharp,
hanging from the ceiling like a dun chandelier.
I imagine that Jesus has more patience than we,
and gently put down his pitch pipe
to welcome her.
To The Girl I Used To BeDear Teen Me,To The Girl I Used To Be2 years ago in Letters More Like This
It is end of 2012 and you are almost twenty-five years old now. I know that's hard to believe, but those are the facts of life. We age and, if we're lucky, we grow up too. You've grown up a great deal in the eight years that stand between who you are now and your twenty-four year-old self, who is writing this letter. Part of it is due to the lessons you learned when you were that innocent teen who gave her heart to everyone who she thought deserved it (even if she later found out that they didn't). They were hard lessons to learn— lessons about being loyal to people who were not loyal to you and vice versa. Looking back, I'd honestly say that high school— the life you are living now— was the hardest and most terrible time I've ever experienced. Some would say that that's strange to say that when you compare it with deaths in the family, but when I think of the thing that has tormented me the most about the past, it isn't loss. It's high school, so I thin
Was That The Boogeyman?Jonathan slumped in his old armchair, the stub of a cigarette held lazily between his lips like a comfortable good-knight kiss. His eyes were almost closed as he gazed into the fireplace in his study. He wasn't asleep yet, but he would be soon, and he knew it. He blinked a few times, half-heartedly trying to ward off slumber as a few ashes fell from his cigarette and onto the worn leather. He didn't mind.Was That The Boogeyman?4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
There was a sudden cold draft, the fire flickered, and he closed his eyes. He stiffened slightly, his mouth pursing around the cigarette stub, a tiny wrinkle between his eyebrows deepening as he frowned slightly.
The windows creaked as they opened, as though the glass itself were moaning in pain. The drapes rustled and a heavy presence entered the room, like a small pebble dropped in water. It barely sent out ripples, but they were ripples nonetheless.
"Hello, Batman," Jonathan murmured.
"Crane." His voice was less frightening than Jonathan remembered itit sounded less angry and
Not a RogueHe hadn't planned to be running for his life. You just can't find good help these daysNot a Rogue4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Jonathan Crane dashed through the various dark alleys, sirens not too far behind. Once he gets back to the hideout, that lackey is dead what was that?
Jon froze and listened again. Crying
"C'mere darling, don't want you to get hurt, do we?"
Jon's eyes narrowed as he crept closer to the alley, keeping in the shadows.
The man was big, much bigger than Jon. The girl must've been about 6 or 7. There was blood on her sunflower yellow dress. Jon crept closer still, already preparing his fear toxin. The man held tight the girl's wrist and reached for her dress. She cried and tried to twist away again. The man laughed. But then Scarecrow was upon him and he screamed.
Jon grabbed the man by the hair and pulled him away from the girl. The girl looked up at him with horror as the man continued to writhe and scream behind him. Jon reached towards her, but she screamed and backed away
Tyrion "If there are gods,Tyrion3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
then they are cruel"
Tyrion Lannister told me.
"Inspiration is crueler,"
I answered him,
"dragging your heart from your chest,
with stories of love,
happiness, health and laughter,
sews it up roughtly,
puts it back in,
and leave you alone with the pain -
the pain to expose
a part of your soul
for everyone's entertainment -
now this, my friend,
you can't understand,
you'll just have to accept it."
Then Lannister smiled,
and leaned on the table,
and gave me that awkward look,
and asked me "Dear Den,
I do understand -
who do you think made inspiration?"
Because He Cares (Intimidate Mode) "Pity there's only one of you."Because He Cares (Intimidate Mode)3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Jonathan glanced around swiftly as he and the mobsters were surrounded by the unseen Batmen. He ducked as the gunfire started, dodging behind the van he'd driven in with and muttering "That's not him!" to himself in frustration. Really, these people were idiots. The Batman never used guns.
One of the imposters pressed a gun to Jonathan's spine and the burlap man whirled around, shoving his fist into the armored vigilante's face and spraying fear toxin everywhere. The fake Batman shrieked and fell to the ground.
All of a sudden there was the sound of stone crumbling and metal against metal, and Jonathan looked up to see the hulking black muscle car that was the Batmobile astride a pile of rubble, a few of the mobster's million-dollar rides pancaked beneath it.
The Bracelet - Wicked fanfic"Come in."The Bracelet - Wicked fanfic10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Fiyero opened the door at the sound of Elphaba's voice. He had never actually set foot inside the dorm room before – when he came to pick Galinda up for a date, she'd usually hurry to the door to meet him. He couldn't help smiling to himself. What secrets would he learn about her? Was she messy? Did she have embarrassing pictures on her walls?
There was nothing messy at all about the room, however. Galinda's side was neat, her extensive wardrobe lined up neatly in her closet, her shoes perfectly straight, and her pink, frilly bed made. Elphaba's side appeared even neater, but that was only because there wasn't much there – besides the book-lined shelves, she only had a few simple dresses.
Elphaba was sitting on her bed, absorbed in a book. She looked especially green in the lamp from her bedside table, and she didn't even honor him with a look to see who he was. "Galinda's not
Sunday Morning (a LeviHan drabble) It was around four in the morning. Darkness enveloped the confines of the small Spartan room and not a single ray of sunlight came pouring from the window. The hustle and bustle usually heard during the day in the barracks was replaced by an eerie silence, surprising for what was the makeshift home for over a hundred soldiers. Hardly anyone was up and about at this dark and solitary hour, yet, for a certain corporal, this was the man's regular time to wake up. Stretching his arms languidly, Corporal Levi, humanity's strongest soldier, sat up from his bed and yawned.Sunday Morning (a LeviHan drabble)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Right about now, Levi would usually begin his morning routine. Starting with stretching, he would begin practicing some military and exercise drills. Afterwards, the corporal would bathe, change clothes, eat breakfast, and then proceed to do his paperwork. He would have lunch at exactly 12:30, then finish up the remaining files and reports. Later, when the man had completed all tha
France, Magic France"Okay, guys. Seriously, just tell me what this is all about," grumbled the blindfolded brunette as she was led from her kitchen onto her tiny open patio.France, Magic France2 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Can't spoil Kingy's surprise!" chirped Wicket. The little goblin had Sarah's hands clasped tightly in his little leathery ones and was trying to lead her outside without bumping her into walls or furniture.
"That's what worries me," Sarah muttered under her breath as the goblin pulled her out the kitchen door. He led her clumsily over to the little bistro table where she took her coffee on nice days and patted the seat for her to sit.
"You sits," he squeaked. "Kingy will be here soon."
"Can I at least take off the blindfold?" Sarah asked, reaching up to remove the dishrag that Wicket had tied over her eyes.
"NOoo!" cried Wicket. "You has to keep it on! Kingy said!"
"Fine," Sarah sighed, holding up her hands in surrender. "Just promise me there won't be any snakes."
Wicket giggled. "Lady-king is silly," he said.
Sarah noticed that he
for unseeing eyesladen with skyfor unseeing eyes4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and painted mockingbirds
on loveless branches
folding in our slender limbs
and ducking under our own
voices, fidgety and frail
against the wall of night.
between the dipping blades
and drawn shoulders
we learned to craft our words
a drumming rain
that carved canyons
in open hearts and
drew the sunshine to
our supping lips.
keen-eyed, we watched
remembering the weight
of unseeing eyes
and scalding remarks
and we learned to slip
the noose-knots and slide
through the soul-cracks
build kingdoms under
with lyrical uncertainty
and tender determination
we built a pyre of peace
in the shadows
and watched it blaze
the truth across our
as new leaves still curled
and stretching hands
unfurled in suppliance
we lifted our heads
in broken laughter,
for this light is our burden,
and even a whisper
can shatter silence
and bring the blind
Sontaran Encounter - (11th Doctor/River/Jack)The Doctor and River run into Jack, who's a bit befuddled about their relationship.Sontaran Encounter - (11th Doctor/River/Jack)3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Jack shot at one of the bulky figures over the wooden barricade he was hiding behind. Blaster fire and grenades exploded all around him, peppering him with debris.
He ducked back behind his barricade and changed out the charge pack in his gun. A lanky man ran up, slipped in the shale, and joined him behind the barricade. The floppy haired individual stared up at him in shock.
"Jack! What are you doing here?" he said in a high pitched, surprised voice.
"Shooting people," Jack said, and took a couple of potshots over the barrier. "Who the hell are you?"
"Jack," the man said with a trace of hurt. "It's me."
"Gonna have to be more specific than that," Jack said, sighting down his gun. "I know a lot of me's."
"Oh, right, the face."
Jack's head whipped around at that. He scanned the man in front of him, young, pretty mouth, thick hair, wearing, good god, a bow tie and tweed. "Doctor?"
The man grinned.
Not Rose - Ten/RoseRose and the doctor had taken a day off since the TARDIS needed refuelling and it was one of those Sundays that the doctor said was boring (that was nearly every Sunday). The doctor had decided to go and relax in the library and catch up on his books. Rose had only recently woken up as the phone had started to ring and it was a wakeup call.Not Rose - Ten/Rose2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
The doctor shouted something across the corridor to Rose which sounded like 'Would you get that Rose?'. She nodded and rushed to the phone.
"Hello?" she answered the phone and waited for an reply. No one answered back and she waited a moment.
"Hello?" she repeated but only heard the echo of her own voice on the other side. She hang up on the caller and sat down on the console chair annoyed with the phone.
The doctor peeped his head around the library exit and saw Rose at the far end , who was sitting on the console chair. "Who was it?" he asked being loud as ever.
Rose sighed and looked back at him. "No one , there was no answer" she shouted back.
death smells like fresh fruit.I put on the shirt and it was far too big, I struggled to find my arms lost in swatches of fabric, thin and deceiving. My tiny arms so slack from the smallest intake of food, the sleeves drooping like old skin on small bodies that everyone refuses the option to quit. Eating has seemed so cannibalistic since you left, the simple act of forcing food down my throat only makes me more of myself and less of you, who will never eat again.death smells like fresh fruit.8 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
I stop in the hallway mirror, and look at my smudged eyes and lank hair. In the summer, on the swings, it hung around my face in loose waves. As all things seem to do, it grew as we grew apart in physical state, the hair mourning you like I do, the hair that caught your hands and fingers hangs unwashed and tangled. I smelled you near then, and I pushed out my limbs, and I ran to the glass door, pushing always the pane aside. My tiny hands and I have become more acquainted in the past days, as I hold my cigarettes, as I hold my face. The pool was covered in
Of Flowers and Meanings - 3) Variegated TulipsI was lost in those eyesOf Flowers and Meanings - 3) Variegated Tulips2 years ago in Drama More Like This
They were blue like the endless ocean
And shined like the stars at night
I seen them shifted in many directions
Left to right
Up to down
And many other directions
I seen the happiness and joy
I seen the misery and depression
I seen the shock and surprise
All in her lovely blue eyes
I look into her eyes once again
And will be the last time
But they didn't show happiness, misery or any kind of emotion
They were instead dull and lifeless
And just stared up in the sky
I put my hands on her eyelids
A tear rolling my cheek
And shut her eyes for her
VARIEGATED TULIP : BEAUTIFUL EYES
River SongRiver Song3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Who are you?
You with the big, curly hair
You with the poison lips
You with the sad, sad eyes
Can't tell them
Can't spoil the ending
It's more than that
Nobody REALLY knows you
Not your mother
Not your father
Not even your own husband
(Wait, is he even that?)
You really don't know
Your life has always been
Your childhood spoiled
Your sanity spoiled
Your chances at being normal spoiled
Your love life spoiled
You love the Doctor with
But he doesn't love you back
-Not in the way you love him-
He thinks of you as
(and, mostly, a nuisance)
To HIM you're just
A child, who was forced to grow up much too fast
His killer, who is in search of his forgiveness
A mystery, that he is always itching to unravel
(and, usually, a nuisance, who goes flying off to 'save' him when he is "in no need of saving")
[Missy x Twelfth Doctor]Dark Water Missy POVfanficMissy x Doctor Fanfic (Dark Water - Missy POV)[Missy x Twelfth Doctor]Dark Water Missy POVfanfic1 year ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
“Hello. I hope you’re well. How may I assist you with your death?” I ask whilst approaching him, well, rather hurriedly.
I smirk as he stutters and seems to forget what to say for a short, but noticeable second. Well, this is going to be fun. Finally, after all these years of waiting, he could finally see me eye to eye. Amy? Rory? Bah, no one has waited as long as long as I have.
A man full of surprises…his regeneration, hmmm…I like it very much.
I make sure to stay close enough. So close that I could just…kiss him >
Ah finally he speaks “Well, there is, er, no immediate hurry. We’re just, er. We’re just..”
And of course, my little Clara…so surprising to see them both here so…so early. I guess they just like to taste the medicine…the medicine of death.
So now’s my turn, to surprise you, my dear Doctor.
Sand and SurfRiver is teaching the clumsy Doctor how to surfboard...Sand and Surf2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
The Doctor wobbled on his surfboard, his arms windmilling as he struggled for balance.
River grinned at him, zizzing along on the slope of the wave, enjoying the look of her husband, all glaring white skin, floppy hair, and bright flower patterned swim trunks. “Balance, Sweetie!” she yelled over the thunder of surf and wind, laughter edging her voice.
“I’m trying!” he yelled back, his surfboard whipping this way and that under him, forever in imminent danger of falling. But he was grinning.
River’s grin suddenly washed away when a shark’s dorsal fin broached the water behind the Doctor’s surfboard.
She didn’t even bother to yell a warning. She leaned and curled her board closer, jumped and slammed both heels into that triangular gray snout, its mouth full of teeth.
She felt the thud of impact and sank. Before the shark could recover, she swam up strongly, grabbed the Doc
Giving The Groom AwayThe groom was concentrating on what the minister was saying.Giving The Groom Away3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Molly looked away from her beloved Baz and glanced back at the tiny congregation. She spotted John and Greg, and smiled. It was hard keeping Sherlock’s secret from them but she was glad they’d both agreed to come.
Her turn for the vows. Deep breath.
“I, Molly, take you…”
“No, you don’t,” said a deep voice. “I wouldn’t recommend marrying Sebastian Moran.”
It all happened quickly then. Sebastian drew a gun. John and Greg grabbed him. A tall figure strode forward and disarmed him.
“Sorry,” said Sherlock. “I never could resist the dramatic.”
“You’re not dead,” said John.
And passed out.
The reception went ahead. Everyone needed a drink.
“So you see, Molly,” explained Sherlock excitedly, “Moran knew I was alive and was simply marrying you to get information.”
“Right,” said Mo
Please Come Home Soon [JOHNLOCK]Please Come Home Soon [JOHNLOCK]2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Summary: Post Reichenbach, so I guess some spoiler warnings, though nothing direct. It's been months since Sherlock's death, and John still can't get his head around it.
Disclaimer: I don't own the rights to Sherlock or its rights; those belong to BBC and the actors. Thank you!
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Sherlock. Sherlock. Sherlock.
The name whirls around in Doctor John Watson's head until it disconnects itself from the face.
The face. Oh god, did John know that face.
The mop of curly dark brown hair which fell below the nape of the younger's neck. It was wild and untamed but the way it framed Sherlock's face did something to John that he couldn't describe. It made his breath hitch in his throat and the blood rush to his cheeks. It looked so beautiful and sophisticated.
His oddly angular yet beautiful jaw. John had planted so many kisses along that jaw on dark nig
Rematch - Ch. 1 (a BBC Sherlock fanfic)John had barely touched down onto the front doorstep of 221B, when he heard a familiar deep voice grumble from the living room.Rematch - Ch. 1 (a BBC Sherlock fanfic)3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Jawwwwwwwwn..." it called. The Army Doctor closed the door behind himself with a sigh.
"Yes, Sherlock," he replied, "I'm back from the grocery shopping." John paced into the living room. There, he found Sherlock sprawled over the couch.
"Bored," said Sherlock. John scoffed. He walked into the kitchen and started to put away the shopping.
"Hungry?" he asked his flatmate. Sherlock wriggled and whined like a small child.
"Eating's boring," he complained.
"How about a cup of tea, then?" asked John. Sherlock didn't answer. "I don't want to end up force-feeding you, Sherlock! Have something, please!" Now John was almost begging. He knew how little his companion ate and from a doctor's perspective, he was worried. Sherlock sat up, considering John's remarks.
"Boil the kettle," he commanded at a length. John Watson smiled.
"So...no new cases, then?" John asked, in an
Writers and Poets“Why are you a poet?”Writers and Poets3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“I’m not a poet.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Then what are you?”
“A word-rhymer, a heart-breaker, a word master. I could go on for a very long time, you know?”
“Oh, I know.”
“And how do you know?”
“Because I’m not a writer.”
“Then what are you?”
“I am a word slinger, a heart’s reflection, a person maker, a story teller. I can go on you, know?”
“Indeed, you are not a writer.”
“Nor are you a poet.”
“We’re much more than that.”
“We’re the guides to our worlds.”
River and the DoctorIt took a lot of pushing and shoving to load that blue box into the cargo bay: even with the mule and the ATV, Mal couldn't blame his latest customer for circling the crate nervously every time it wobbled on its setting. He himself was in a right high-spirited mood, as the patron in question had paid up front and quite generously.River and the Doctor3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
"Caaareful," the eccentric man protested as his prized possession trembled for the umpteenth time. He held out his hands as if hoping to catch it, but in reality it could probably crush him. The skinny stranger moved as if he hadn't quite grown into his limbs, waltzing about in a tweed jacket, navy trousers and a bright bow-tie. And to hinder his physical talents even further, his unruly brown hair dangled completely in front of his eyes in one fell swoop.
"No need to beat yourself up over a couple scratches, stranger," Mal called to him while he and Jayne worked. He particularly eyed the nicks and scuffs in the bright cobalt paint. "This thing looks like it'