This Time We'll Get It RightHis fingers shake with Im nervous. But he won't tell you a thing about his feelings. She's running through the grass and lying all over him. She wants to kiss him, again. Again. His lips are comforting, lip balm pink and their hers. Before he knows it she's off, her ripped jeans scream 'what I wouldn't do for you; he doesn't know if he should smile.This Time We'll Get It Right6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She likes it best when he wraps his arms around her from behind, or the way he dances his fingers over her skin. Don't let go. She's challenging him, putting him into the light. Trust me. She thinks way too much, as he sprints past her hand in hand he knows this is what lifes meant to be like. She taught him that.
Responsibility. The cars passing see it as nothing; It's the moment that makes her day. He's kicking bright footballs; he's unpeeling his shield. She hates goodbyes, fear because he never learned how to fall and love and how to care for another person. She doesn't know when she will see him again, i
i trust you to know.if i could crack my ribs apart at the sternum, id let you dip your fingers beneath the bleached bones.i trust you to know.5 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
there isnt anyone else id trust enough to not be impatient. there isnt anyone else id trust to not simply cut through the brittle, snarled vines encasing my heart. but i trust you. i trust you to see that the vines need to be unwound layer by layer. i trust you to see that to cut to the quick would only bleed me out. i trust you to know that i cant bear to stain the carpet yet again.
i trust you to see that the thorns are embedded deep, the insecurities tangled with the nervous laughs, that im biting my lip to keep it from trembling, that my palms are bird wings fluttering around my throat to keep the oxygen flowing.
i trust you to see.
and if i balk, if i run terrified back into the thicket, i trust you to follow me quietly, not burying a bullet in my flank, but luring me out with open hands and gentle eyes.
oh, because cant you see? i&
18. Flowers - MerryxPippinFlowers18. Flowers - MerryxPippin3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Merry stared at the flowers he bought with an embarrassed blush spread across his cheeks. He couldn't believe he actually bought flowers of all things. It wasn't any of his friends' birthdays either, not that it was weird to give a gift among hobbits if there were no special occasions. Rather, it was for Pippin.
For some reason, he got the strangest idea to tell Pippin his true feelings, how much he truly loved his dear friend. It seemed like a good idea at the time. After all, they've been the best of pals all their lives. But now that he thought about it, he didn't want to lose that friendship if his feelings weren't returned.
It was too late now He was already in front of the other hobbit's door and he already knocked on the light wood. Maybe, just maybe, he could turn around and leave before - Pippin opened the door and smiled at the sight of Merry. Just before Pippin opened the door completely Merry quickly hid the bouquet behind his back, though it did no help to hi
100 Themes of the Bible100 Themes of The Bible100 Themes of the Bible5 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
5. Pray (er)(ing)
11. The narrow path
12. The wide path
15. Plague (s)
17. Ancient of Days
18. Holy Spirit
19. In the Beginning
20. After Death
22. The Son
23. The Father
28. Parting the Sea
29. The Cross
30. The Resurrection
33. Ark of the Covenant
34. Noah's Ark
36. Miracle (s)
38. Power of the Tongue
39. Pharisee (s)
43. Gifts of the Spirit
44. Fruit of the Spirit
45. Armor of God
46. Mansion (s)
49. Everlasting Life
50. Reward (s)
53. Blind and Deaf
54. Temple/ Body
55. Bread and Wine
58. Seen and Unseen
61. Tower of Babel
62. Laying of Hands
66. Ten Commandments
Poster - MormorPeople are putting up posters of you. Their saying shit like "Richard Brook was a fake" and "Moriarty was real." It's annoying, to say the least.Poster - Mormor3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I miss you, you bastard.
Jim stared at the text he got, feeling a mixture of humor, at how Sebby was annoyed by the posters, and sadness, remembering how painful it is to stay away from his lover for so long. He's been away for months before but that was business. Not that this wasn't business either, but it was business in which he could only stare at the texts Sebastian sent him with a heavy ice-cold heart and empty wishes to be able to text him back. But he couldn't. Not yet. He typed out a reply-
"I miss you too, pet.
and was tempted to send it. His thumb hovered over the send button but he shook his head and shoved his phone back in his pocket.
No. Not yet.
101- BooksIf Sherlock Holmes were to write a book, he'd call it Yellow.101- Books3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Yellow because of John Watson.
John Watson was yellow, happy, bright as the sun. John Watson was Sherlock's sun, his heart, his soul.
John was his near, his far, his sky, his ground. John was the anchor that kept Sherlock Holmes grounded, kept him from falling apart like a piece of glass crunched beneath a combat boot.
Because John was his best friend, his lover. John was like a something that Sherlock would like to take, examine and press between the pages of William Shakespeare's Othello.
Because when John smiled, Sherlock felt yellow. He felt like it was filling him up with light, from his toes to his head- through his thin fingers and across his eyes. Because love to Sherlock Holmes was yellow; the mathematics of love the length from John's fingers to his shoulder, and the rhythm of his heart. Because no one understood Sherlock like John, like the shore to the sea. With John, Sherlock was under siege, and he loved
OverpopulationWhy The Earth Can No Longer Sustain Mankind.Overpopulation7 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Overpopulation is an issue that is threatening the very survival of not just the human race but the earth itself and every living being that inhabits it. This might seem a little far fetched but this is true. Mankind is using the earths resources at a rate that isnt allowing the earth to create more of the supplies we require and as they deplete we search for more thus stripping the earth even more bare. The human race has become the global equivalent of a swarm of locusts destroying and devouring everything in their path. This is what humanity is doing to the earth and the simple reason this is happening is because there are too many of us.
The reason for our increase in population growth can be attributed to three main factors.
Firstly the life expectancy of the human has increased drastically. The average lifespan has doubled over the last centaury allowing more generations to live in the same time period. Creating a larger ag
Tiger - Mormor(?)Sebastian had long since gotten used to the nicknames Jim gave him, but that didn't mean he had to like them.Tiger - Mormor(?)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Pet" had to be the worst one. Jim only ever used it for the most meaningless tasks. "Pet, make me tea.", "Pet, we're out of spaghetti."
"Pet, my experiment went horribly wrong, come clean it up for me." Jim's voice echoed from the kitchen, as if to prove his point.
Sebastian sighed and stood up from his place on the couch to get a mop. He entered the kitchen to see some sort of bubbling, radio-active green mass on the white tile floor. He looked around to see that Jim already fled the crime scene. He turned back to the thing in front of him, wondering if a mop would even be the right tool to use for something like this. He shrugged and used it anyway, trying to ignore how the mop started to turn green. "Shit Jim, what the fuck did you do?"
Although the nicknames did annoy him to no end, he had one that he preferred over all
Dance Dance - SherlockSebastian and Jim were at a bar, celebrating their victory over the last case. Sebastian could hold his liquor reasonably well, but later in the night he found he actually couldn't hold his liquor, and he actually dropped it all over the floor. At this realization he only giggled and took another sip of his beer.Dance Dance - Sherlock3 years ago in Humor More Like This
And then, Dance Dance by Fall Out Boy started to play on the radio in the background in the bar and Sebastian jumped up excitedly, nearly losing his footing. "Oh shit, I love this song!" He cried to the rest of the drunk people in the bar and Jim, who was only a little tipsy and the radio that was only background music earlier got cranked up. Sebastian started singing along with the song just as they hit the chorus, nearly butchering the song in his drunken state.
He even attempted to get on a table and start dancing, but soon found out that gravity decided that the ground was a much better place to be right then. He bobbed his head to the music and danced around on the floor
Heartbreak HillThe bitter cold, the rising damp,Heartbreak Hill6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tears the whole world right through
The hunting pack, the baying wolves,
Are all coming after you.
Better run to Heartbreak Hill
The sleeping dawn, the reason why,
Never seem to be clear
The warming hugs, the smiling face,
Always just disappear.
Better run to Heartbreak Hill
The angels breath, the wings in flight,
Fly away upon the sky
The blazing sun, the pitch black night,
Both are going to be nigh.
Better run to Heartbreak Hill
Since on Heartbreak Hill you played when you were young,
With your friends; the golden grass now picks up tears
That you cry onto the ground; but worry not
This childhood place will stem the pain
Get you back up to love again
So youd better run to Heartbreak Hill
John's BirthdaySherlock lay on the couch, his hands steepled under his chin, thinking. Tomorrow was John's birthday. They should celebrate. But how? A few ideas came to mind. He could throw a party. No, he thought. Sherlock didn't like parties; they were to noisy, too many things happening all at once. A party was crossed out on his mental list. They could go to the cinema. No, they tried that once before when they went on a date and John got annoyed at him for predicting what would happen. They also got thrown out because he was being too loud. Cinema got crossed out. They could go out. No, they went out too often, it wouldn't be special. Going out was crossed out. He could go buy a cake and just have a quiet night in. No, he can't buy a cake and hide it from John on such short notice. Buying a cake was crossed out. He could bake a cake. It can't be too hard. Just follow the recipe and it should turn out fine, right? Right. Baking a cake it is then. But what flavor? Maybe he could do a marble cake,John's Birthday3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Naruto: Tears in RainSasuke glanced at the clock ticking away on the wall near his door. It was ten past eleven in the evening, and he realized he had spent the entire day locked up in this office. Smoothing a pale, perfectly manicured hand over the contract he was currently going over, Sasuke sighed. It wasn't a sigh of regret or of something that could be romantically assigned; it was simply a sigh of tiredness and resolve at knowing that he would be in the same place at the same time tomorrow.Naruto: Tears in Rain8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
With deliberation, the 26-year-old man hoisted himself out of his plush chair. Only now did he realize that he had been sitting in the same position for over four hours. He rolled his shoulders before moving to tidy up his work area. Contracts and proposals, even hate mail, was properly filed away. Only after Sasuke was satisfied with the way everything was, did he put on his suit jacket. The black Hickey Freeman jacket slid smoothly over the man's solid build. With a slight shrug of his shoulders, the jacket fell
SuicideSuicide10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wish you happiness
As I point the gun at my head
As I tighten my finger over the trigger
I wish you love
As I shed my last tears
As I think my last thoughts
I wish you peace
As I feel my heart beat quicken
As I feel the chaos still around me
I wish you hope
As I see my dreams shatter
As I feel the despair of my heart
I wish you life
As I give in to my pain
As I greet death
Look What You've DoneLook What Youve DoneLook What You've Done7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This winter snow has barely fallen,
To blanket fields and tops of houses,
They walk around with sandals on,
With Capris and summer blouses.
This spring has brought much crop destruction,
As frost comes in between the blistering days,
And the nights bring snow and sleet and hail,
And the days bring tourist swimmers to the bays.
This summer has brought a hungry drought and more,
The animals are dying as are the trees,
Earthquakes hit the cities and towns aplenty,
While hurricanes strike us from the seas.
This morning I went for blueberries to pick,
Nothing but withered leaves could I find,
Slowly I stood and looked around at nature,
And I wondered, how could I have been so blind?
~Chelsea Stephen Wolf
50- Winter50] Winter50- Winter3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was the middle of winter when the heater in the flat of Sebastian Moran and Jim Moriarty went out.
Jim's teeth chattered, and he was greatly tempted to go chop someone's tongue out to get the damn boiler fixed, but he knew it was slightly warmer in here than it was out there. So he pulled his knees up to his chest, gathering the blankets around himself and curling down into them. Sebastian was out doing a job, shooting someone between the eyes at his king's command. But really, Jim wanted him back at the flat so he could steal his body heat. Fishing his phone out of his pajama pant pocket, with shuddering fingers, he shot off a text to his right hand man.
Now, to wait.
On my way home, boss. Target's done for. -SM
Good. Now hurry. You have ten minutes. -JM
Make it 5 -SM
Jim smiled down at his phone, pulling the blanket over his shoulders. A couple, slow moments later, Jim heard footsteps plundering down the hall, and the door opened.
"Damn, why's it so cold?" Sebas
wade liberation warwade liberation war2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Boy was about nineteen. A young man really, but his face made him look younger. Girl was younger, maybe fifteen, sixteen. Peter Bowen thought as he kept his distance considering the situation, studying the several people involved.
City of wade was under Arenian occupation for over three centuries now, and Arenian trackers seeking out mages to be drafted to their military force was hardly an unusual event. Most people who were learned in spellcasting kept their skills hidden, and their weapons were creatively concealed.
Still give it enough time and any trickery will stand revealed. Trackers were by now very skilled in noticing anything with engraved spellcasting spiral. A ring, a stick, the smallest of things. They knew what they were looking for.
This was what baffled peter as he studied the unfolding situation. Boy was blatantly wearing two short swords with the casting spiral boldly and prominently visible on their handles. Either he was a fool, of a foreigner who decide
Chapter 1: Not AgainThe forest was dark, and a dread came over me. It was so silent, around me nothing moved, it was like I was swallowed in absolute silence. I dont know why, but I began to run through the forest and at that moment, my subconscious told me I was asleep. I never tripped once. Yet, it felt so real and thats when I heard it, the ear piecing howl in the night. I began to run faster and when I got to an opening in this forest, my eyes widened with shock. Edward danced it the moonlight while Jacob, in his shaggy wolf form lunged and jumped at him.Chapter 1: Not Again7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Stop it! I yelled at the top of my lungs. Edward turned to look at me and just then, Jacob pounced on him and grabbed hold of his neck with his teeth. With a few satisfied shakes of his head, Jacob let go and turned to me with that muzzled smile.
What have you done? Why? I asked. Jacob just turned and left as I fell to the ground in utter defeat. A sensation fell over me as I just stared at the body that was my lov
Utopia IIIPrussia's hands twist around the little wooden block, knife digging out chunks and letting them drop to the floor, letting them clump together in a rough pyramid form that continually falls to pieces and gets under the rough rug. The mess is bothering England, but he refrains from snapping and just glares at the small pile of woodchips. The block is starting to resemble a horse, and Prussia keeps his eyes fixed on his fingers, refusing to look elsewhere. Sweden's lips are tight, almost as bleached white as his knuckles, and he's determinedly not looking at Prussia's creation, keeping his gaze fixed to Norway's face.Utopia III3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Norway's voice is very quiet and rough, almost scratchy, as he responds to England's careful questions. "Denmark went missing in April. We were on the pier, and I left, and " he trails off. Sweden wipes a tear that begins to spill over from Norway's dull blue eyes. Norway doesn't notice. " He never came to breakfast. Or lunch, or dinner, or just...No on
131 And So It Goes131 And So It Goes11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And So It Goes
"In every heart there is a room,
a sanctuary safe and strong."
And I ran into this room
crying your name unto the heavens.
But these walls
were stronger than I imagined.
So with open arms
I threw myself to the ground
"To heal the wounds from lovers' past,
until a new one comes along."
The face I then saw
was not like yours at all.
A joyously miserable voice
came to me as I whispered your name.
I told it of those words
that made it you.
"I spoke to you in cautious tones,
you answered me with no pretense."
What you said to me then
I could never repeat.
I think maybe then
your voice was truer than my own.
So slowly these walls lowered,
and froze before I could truly know you.
"And still I feel I said too much.
My silence is my self
Writing Prompts1. RiverWriting Prompts5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
8. Torn photograph
9. Coffee stain
11. Plane ticket
15. Test result
17. Empty bottle
20. Loose floor tile
25. Party decoration
29. Ferris wheel
32. Measuring tape
34. Street stone
35. Glass of water
36. Wrapping paper
37. Dinner table
39. Swimming pool
47. Garden house
48. Pocket watch
51. Name tag
53. Cheese slicer
54. Bedside table
55. Wilted rose
56. Office chair
57. Hot chocolate
59. Registration form
60. 'Delete' key
67. Roof window
49- AutumnIt was September, on a cold, windy day in England. A pair of men walked down the sidewalk, gold and amber leaves crunching beneath their feet like a crackling fall fire. The shorter, blond man was dressed in nuetral colors; a brow jacket, brown pants, white shirt and black shoes, whilst the taller, skinnier man was dressed in a long black trench coat and a cobalt blue scarf. The taller man was talking, smiling slightly, looking around at the colors while the smaller one listened.49- Autumn3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The wind played with the skinnier man's black curls, cool and crisp and smelling of fall time rain. Beetle black cabs made their way down the street past the men, blowing a quick cold gust of air that fluttered the taller's coat.
The sun was setting in the pastel colored sky, oranges and golds and pinks painted against the sky's canvas; stars that the taller never quite understood peeking out from underneath the edge of the color.
They were walking home from a crime scene, a murder which was slowly, but surely
4- Scary4] Scary4- Scary3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Jim Moriarty gets lost in his mind sometimes. There are just so many fucking rooms in his palace, sometimes the doors lock of their own accord and he'll be just sitting, watching the screen of his laptop, inputting binary code and suddenly he'll be trapped. Sometimes it's a pleasant escape, but most it's quite annoying.
He's scared Sebastian quite a few times, though.
Seemed to think he was never coming back.
And maybe one day, he won't.