BBC Sherlock: Take my love, take my land...John walked slowly through the cemetery, thinking how lifeless the world looked today. The sky was ashen, painted in a dull, homogeneous shade of grey. There were no sounds, no birds chirping, no beeping of horns, nothing. Only John's steady footsteps on a gravel path were resonating in the absolute silence of the necropolis. The air seemed stale and heavy like in a room that hadn't been opened for years. No trace of wind among the graphite leaves, no gentle blows to ease the pain and chase away all the undesirable thoughts. John wished it was raining. Or storming. It's always easier when the sky at least pretends to weep with you. Instead, the whole place seemed to be wrapped in a shroud, waiting apathetically for its funeral.BBC Sherlock: Take my love, take my land... in Romance More Like This
John finally stopped and tried to shake off his melancholic observations, knowing how irrational they were. Sherlock would probably have a field day if he only knew. If.
"It's been three years already, " said John thoughtfully, staring at the tombstone adorned
BBC Sherlock AU: BohemienParis is indeed splendid. Doctor John Watson thought to himself as he was strolling on a boulevard right next to the Seine. Weather was certainly more pleasant here than in England all sunny, with occasional white cloud puffs blowing across the blue sky.BBC Sherlock AU: Bohemien in Romance More Like This
John was really glad that he had accepted an invitation to a medical conference, which took place in the capital of France two days ago, and decided to stay in the city for a whole week. A well-deserved vacation, he repeated inwardly with satisfaction. And the hotel was just marvellous.
He glanced mildly intrigued at bookstalls lined up on both sides of the path, but he brought himself to heel and averted his gaze. He wasn't here to browse through musty novels, his purpose was far more important. Or so he hoped, filled with doubt.
It was still relatively early, so the gas lanterns weren't lit. John, however, wished that the darkness could come and engulf him, hiding from prying eyes of other people. As a doctor and a gent
BBC Sherlock: 3 ficlets inspired by songs1.Glee Cast - Smooth CriminalBBC Sherlock: 3 ficlets inspired by songs in General Fiction More Like This
The moment Sherlock went inside the house, he knew something was amiss. He had this gut feeling telling him that John was in danger, that's why he ran home like a madman in the first place. But he didn't realise how accurate he was in his predictions, until he saw bloodstains on the carpet. His heart skipped a beat, but he didn't waste any time.
"John!" he yelled at the top of his lungs and rushed headlong upstairs. He was cautious, his senses working at full steam, and he kept tracking the blood trail like a trained dog. His mind started analysing situation and he instantly knew what had happened. John answered the door since Mrs Hudson was away, the visitor stabbed him, John fought him off and started running away into the apartment.
The bloodstains and reddish shoe prints led into Sherlock's bedroom. The door was ajar.
"John, are you okay? ", he shouted while running towards the room. And there John was, lying motionless on the floor in a pool of
BBC Sherlock: Learn to be LonelyJohn wasn't woken up by the suspicious crack of the floorboards, a sudden and inexplicable draught, nor by bright light attacking his pupils. No, the sensation was far more subtle. A certain feeling of absence. The gnawing coldness. The emptiness around him. John slowly opened his eyelids and noticed what was wrong. The other side of the bed was vacant. John's eyes wandered across the room and stopped at the slim silhouette bathed in the moonlight, which only highlighted the paleness of the naked skin. Sherlock was standing by the window and looking out at the quiet and empty street below. He was looking, but not really seeing. His eyes were awash with deep sadness, something John had never observed before.BBC Sherlock: Learn to be Lonely in Romance More Like This
"What's wrong, Sherlock?" John asked with worry.
Sherlock flinched a little, not being aware that John had been watching him. His facial expression changed instantly as if he put a joyful mask on.
"Nothing, John. I'm sorry if I woke you up." Sherlock apologised, twisting his lips in
Sherlock BBC: UncertaintyA semi-sequel to Like a VirginSherlock BBC: Uncertainty in Romance More Like This
Six o'clock in the morning is never the right time to wake up after a drinking session. John Watson moaned and groaned and tried to go back to sleep, but repeated thuds, rustles and beeps coming from the living room rendered his intention impossible.
He opened his eyelids slowly, but the sunlight attacked his pupils with the force of a nuclear blast causing him to put a pillow over his head with a faint hope to block out the dazzling brightness, which pierced right through his skull. He felt as if a herd of elephants was tap dancing inside his brain, his throat was bone dry and the taste inside his mouth indicated that he must have at least munched on a dead cat. He moaned heartbreakingly once again, wishing he was dead. The noises from the living room, without a doubt produced by Sherlock, certainly didn't improve his psychical and mental condition.
When he finally gathered strength to sit up, he started massaging his temples and tried to pull him
Sherlock BBC: The Meowing ProblemSensing that it was John, who was coming home and not someone else, didn't prove a challenge to the great Sherlock Holmes. Doctor Watson had this very specific way of opening the front door, unique pace of climbing the stairs and breathing pattern that somehow felt soothing. But Sherlock, sitting in his armchair and browsing through a newspaper, knew that something was different today. All those little habits of John's were slightly altered. Perhaps due to the rain that kept falling incessantly for the whole day. Whatever the reason, Sherlock was mildly intrigued. Something was afoot.Sherlock BBC: The Meowing Problem in Romance More Like This
"Hello, John," he said casually, eyes fixed on John.
"Hello, Sherlock," John replied quickly and hurried to the kitchen, clearly trying to avoid the attention of his flatmate. Obviously, that had quite the opposite effect, especially when a muffled "meow" could be heard coming from the general direction of John.
"John?" Sherlock asked with misleading calmness.
"Yes?" The water was dripping from him as if
BBC Sherlock: Wanting moreJohn had sometimes really strange dreams and the one he was experiencing right now was definitely among the weirdest. He felt a big and slimy snail sucking on his forehead, trying to make a hole in his skull and slurp up his brain. John tried to scream or defend himself, but he was powerless.BBC Sherlock: Wanting more in Romance More Like This
He was relieved when he woke up and the surreal dream ended. However, the sucking feeling didn't go away, which almost gave him a heart attack. He jumped up in the armchair, causing Sherlock to back away.
"What the hell?" He asked in utter confusion, fixing his gaze on Sherlock's intrigued face. He moved his hand to his forehead and felt a moisture there. "What the hell, Sherlock?" He repeated with anger.
"Waking somebody up with a kiss is said to be very romantic." Sherlock stated in a scholarly tone.
John looked at him with disbelief and snorted.
"Where did you get that?"
"You need to stop reading that crap," he sighed and shook his head with resignation. Sherlock's new hobby
BBC Sherlock: NightmaresThe moment John woke up, he knew something was wrong. He was a light sleeper, courtesy of Afghanistan, so any sign of danger could instantly jolt him wide awake. And now he clearly sensed that his life was hanging by a thread. However, John decided to be cautious and not to make any unnecessary movements, which might provoke an assault. Instead he just opened his eyes slightly and carefully scanned the room shrouded in darkness. Yes, his instinct didn't fail him. There was someone standing at the door. The stranger was motionless, but John could hear him breathing irregularly, as if he just stopped running and tried to calm down. A shadowy, anonymous silhouette, like a monster from children's nightmares.BBC Sherlock: Nightmares in General Fiction More Like This
John felt fear rising in his chest, but years of being a soldier helped him to maintain his cool. His mind started racing, desperately trying to figure out what to do. He thought about the gun he kept in a bedside table's drawer, but he doubt he'd be quick enough to grab it before th
Sherlock BBC - Like a VirginAs John was staggering up the stairs to their shared flat on 221B Baker Street and struggling to keep his balance in a really pathetic and futile impression of a walk, he thought that spending the whole evening in "Red Lion", drinking pint after pint, maybe wasn't such a good idea.Sherlock BBC - Like a Virgin in Romance More Like This
It was all Sherlock's fault, as usual. A few hours ago he announced fervently that he was bored out of his mind, and, since there wasn't any interesting case available, it could be fruitful to go to a pub and try spying on people. After all, drunk clientele are more prone to spill the beans and reveal some juicy secrets. At least that's what Sherlock claimed using more sophisticated vocabulary and making those puppy eyes, which you couldn't simply refuse. The truth was, John didn't really want to oppose this time, because an evening in a pub sounded fantastic. He envisioned that a bit of unwinding will be a nicer pastime than chasing criminals all around London as they normally do. So John was quite glad whe
Mada'rÉs ím, hát ketrecbe zártakMada'r in Free Verse More Like This
Annyi szabad, vidám nap után.
Gondolom, most vége lesz a nyárnak,
Hiába csüngök gazdámnak karján.
Pihés, arany szárnyaim rendezem,
És várok arra, hogy megérintsenek,
S ha így van, csodás dalom elkezdem,
Mert komor óráim most nincsenek.
Vajon miért fordulnak felém,
Kik eddig sohasem tették?
Miért szórnak magot elém,
Kik ezelőtt folyton elvették?
És ím, hát ketrecbe zártak,
De boldogan telnek a fényes napok.
Új ablaka nyílt meg a világnak,
És lehetek rab, mégis szabad vagyok.
2012. február 14., Budapest
IteradnosA csúfság remegve araszolt a télben,Iteradnos in Free Verse More Like This
Hitte, most végre megérti célját.
És majd eléri, ha itt lesz az ideje.
Ám még is rettegve küzdötte tovább magát.
A szépség hozta a tavaszt és a kedvet,
Kacagva szárnyalt a nyomorult körül,
Nem figyelve semmire önnönmagán kívül,
Így végül ostobasága kerekedett fölül.
Mert a szépség folyton meghal a télben,
A csúf pedig örökké megmarad,
Hiába bármilyen beszéd vagy kívánság,
Az átkozott seb ismét felszakad.
A csúf röhög, mint aki jól tette dolgát,
És halhatatlan léte most végre felragyog,
És a szép kínok között ébred majd fel egyszer
Ott, ahol léteznek most is angyalok.
És nekünk már csak a vágyakozás marad,
Szo:sszenet IX.Szemembe nézz, ne a számra,Szo:sszenet IX. in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Ott a lelkem gyönge fája.
Ott a szellem, ott a holdfény,
Minden ott van, mi az enyém.
Szemembe nézz, ne a számra,
Ott jön ki a vészek ára,
Ott folyik ki, onnan buggyan,
Minden, mi a szíven loccsan.
Szemembe nézz, ne a számra!
Zöld patakom kis folyása
Ellepi a hamisat,
Szól mindig csak igazat.
2012. március 24., Budapest
TeLassan libbenő lepke, lebegni mersz-e?Te in Free Verse More Like This
Mersz-e, ha kioldom fehér szárnyaim,
Vérünktől vöröslik a hófehér tájék;
Kacagva fagyunk meg e boldog órán még,
Vagy csillagokkal borítod életem?
Vagy inkább bőrömbe rajzolsz
Perzselve pusztító álmokat?
Holdtól pislákoló tájon,
Hol zizegve szökkennek az árnyak,
Énekelsz-e nekem? Velem?
Míg az árnyak ránk találnak?
Persze, hiszen ezért élünk,
Akkor jó, ha forr a vérünk,
És sikolyunktól hangos a táj.
Csobbanok a hűs patakban,
Szelíd vagyok vad szavakban,
És így sohasem fagy meg a nyár.
Kedves, kerge lepke, kergetni mersz-e?
Mersz-e, ha szívem adom cserébe,
2012. február 28., Budapest
Megint"Nohát, nohát, megint itt vagy?"Megint in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Kérdezed, s vigyorba fullad
Őrjöngő, hamis szád, mellyel
Gyakran lát téged az ember.
Áldozatban azzal keltesz
Bizalmat, majd újra nevetsz.
S továbbéled kis életed.
Ó, nem mindig csúf arcod,
Maszkot viselsz, gaz álarcot,
Én látom azt, én ismerem:
Felfeded azt sokszor nekem.
"Nocsak, nocsak" szólt a hangod,
S villám csattant, ég is sajgott,
Kezedből meg, mint a csillag,
Oly ragyogó szikra villant.
Ég az erdő, ég a tenger,
Ég a virág, ég az ember.
Ég az ég is, ég a felhő,
A hőség, jaj, de rekkenő!
Ég a testem, ég a lelkem,
Ég a világ, ég a Minden,
Már nem állhat senki útba,
Elvetted, mi téged sírba
Kergethet, de él a Remény,
Nem uralkodsz, gaz báró, én
Keringo=És mert a mi szürkénkKeringo= in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Nem lesz az sohasem,
Még egyet kedvesen.
Élek a jövőnek,
Lakom én a múltban;
Fent, az égi porban.
Kékeket és zöldet,
Vöröset és földet.
S míg az égi vándor
Tovafut az éjben,
Csillagot a mélyben.
Kacagok a szélnek,
Örvendek a télnek.
Zölden őszi tájról,
Minden régi nyárról.
Tavasz volt, szép tavasz:
Tavasz volt, szép tavasz:
De ez is mulandó.
2012. március 22., Budapest
BalkonA nedű édesen lappangBalkon in Free Verse More Like This
Sötét, árnyas alkonyon,
S míg a bogár zizegve szárnyal,
Illatával csüng a balkonon.
A zöld kacs csavarogva szakít,
Szakít a fallal, és lábra áll.
Szövedékeiből karokat fon,
S a méh remegve tovaszáll.
Arcát torz mosoly csúfítja,
Szemében őrület villan,
És fejében vészesen csendül,
Morbid gondolatok vágya csillan.
Ő most a vadász, s az ember a vad.
Ő most a teremtő hatalom a világon.
Ő most a víz, a föld, a fagy,
Testvéreivel mereng majd a halálon.
A zöld, ha csendesen lappang
Sötét, árnyas alkonyon,
S míg a bogár zizegve szárnyal,
Kacagva áll a balkonon.
2012. január 18., Budapest
Sand in barrelHot breeze sweeps dust into pair of blue eyes.Sand in barrel in Short Stories More Like This
Brown skinned figure stands tall, constantly holding his hand on his gun, walking towards the sun a walker.
Desert can be cruel, but not so cruel as world outside it. Can a 70 centimeters of accelerated precision change the un-changeable?
Suddenly he stops, he scratches his short hair under his leather hat.
He stomps the ground few times, the thing he is searching for is nearby. Possible solution or just illusion.
The sand here is quite different than everywhere else. His hands start searching in his backpack and return with bottle of water.
It has been a long walk, and he deserves a liter or two of water. Especially in this 45°C temperature.
He crouches and dives his hand into the sand, it really is different. The smell of it, the way it goes trough his fingers.
Probably different composition of sand, when he reaches deeper he can feel the sand is more dark than the surface sand.
Which is very rare here, every few hours sand is const
Arachnid Invasion Ch.3- Dry GrassLow orbit of ErebiaArachnid Invasion Ch.3- Dry Grass in Sci-Fi More Like This
LT: 11:48 26th March 2319
Inside drop ship 2-B11
Insides of the 55 meters long and 20 meters wide dropship are big, but only if there aren´t 10 rows of operatives packed in a drop-unit armor.
Which includes Kevlar plates on critical parts of body, Kevlar-iron helmet with electronical eye-display and built in headset for efficient communication. And all of those are made of isolated materials to maintain heat. Painted in green, with pockets everywhere for everything a drop operative unit needs.
Every one of them armed with newest assault rifles „A-Mag-2“. Top military gun, using the most recent technology of magnetic projectile acceleration, electronic targeting display and a clip capable to hold 70 projectiles. Designed for medium range combat combined with decent accuracy makes up for a luxury weapon.
CentCom sent here 1 out of their 2 newly created armies, packed with this cutting edge technology. Which means 10 000 men transported in the battlecr
The Touchdown14th August 2326The Touchdown in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
UHE Colony on habitable planet „Southy“
Local Time: 5:25 (24hr clock)
New day begins as relatively small planet Southy finishes its cycle around its axis.
Colonized in 2259 this planet became one of the most attractive targets for tourists across the UHE, offering its mild to tropical climate and relative safety with beautiful oceans,
it appears as an ideal planet for vacation after a year full of work. With its close distance to Epsilon Eridanus and Sol it often fights for the „best summer planet“ award with the planet „VVang“ on the other side of the UHE territory.
If you were born as a local, you will often feel the lucrative income from the every day waves of tourists and you might not even want to work on those farm fields that dot the planet everywhere, you might even become owner of one of these farming companies ruling over a hundreds of optimistic migrants hoping to take their piece of bite from this rich planet too.
I'll Always Be There :Ch. 7:I'll Always Be There :Ch. 7: in General Fiction More Like This
Chapter 7: Guardian Angel
Optimus sat quietly in the living room watching the television. Optimus had turned down the volume as to keep Kira from waking; needless to say Optimus wasn't really watching.
Thoughts continued to pester him, eat away at him. They almost seemed to bring up an amount of stress that surprisingly to Optimus, was beginning to make him uncomfortable.
What if he couldn't return to his rightful dimension? What if it was fate that he be bound to this world, this form for the rest of his natural life? A couple short months ago Optimus would have shook that thought straight out of his processor and would have thought positively about the situation, Ratchet was a well trusted, loyal friend and had an above average intelligence. If anyone could figure out what had happened as well as discover how to return Optimus to his true form, it was him.
But now, cold, harsh reality was really starting to set in on Optimus. What if Ratchet couldn't find out what we
12 Days Of a Transformers Christmas12 Days Of a Transformers Christmas in General Fiction More Like This
12 Days of a TRANSFORMERS Christmas
On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me Optimus in a parody.
On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, two mini-cons and Optimus in a parody.
On the third day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, three wrench sets, two mini cons and Optimus in a parody.
On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me four bawling 'Cons, three wrench sets, two mini cons and Optimus in a parody.
On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love gave to be five energon cubes – four bawling 'Cons, three wrench sets, two mini cons and Optimus in a parody.
On the sixth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me six guns a' firin', five energon cubes – four bawling 'Cons, three wrench sets, two mini cons and Optimus in a parody.
On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me seven Wreckers wrecking, six guns a' firin', five energon cubes – four bawling 'Cons, three wrench sets, two mini cons and Optimus in a parody
Parable of the LanternThere were once two men seeking wisdom under the tutelage of an ancient master. He brought them into a dark room. In the center were two metal lamps, each containing a flickering flame.Parable of the Lantern in Short Stories More Like This
"Grip your lamp by the base, endure the heat, and gaze into the flame," instructed the master. "If your faith wavers and you look away, or your strength fails and you let go, even for an instant, you will be lost. You will never be wise. But gaze at the flame and, if you prevail, you will know truth."
And the master left them.
The two men gripped their lamps, and gazed into the light. Soon the lamps grew hot from the fire within, and began to burn their hands.
One man let go and stood up. "Aha!" cried the faithful man, as he continued to grip his lantern. "You have shown yourself too weak to become wise."
"Who is wise, the one who holds fire, or the one who lets go?"
The faithless man's eyes adjusted to the dark, and he saw that
Change of hearts 1Fanfic of SherlockChange of hearts 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Change of hearts 1
"I can't believe my dear Howard is gone!"cried the old widow out as peramedics removed the dead body of her murdered husband. "Anyone who pops to mind that hated your husband so much that he wanted him dead?"I asked not interested in the grief of the wheeping widow.
"What he means is that we're sorry for your loss ma'am."John picked in, trying to smooth-talk my emotionless action. "But we want to catch the killer of your husband as quickly as possible and therefor we need to question any person of interest. Is there someone in preticuliar where Mr. Jamesson spended a lot of time with?". "Well..."she sniffed. "There is one person who knew my husband better then I did and that's our granddaughter. She lives here at the mansion ever since she was 15 because her parents died in a car accident. Even though she has the rebelious character of her late mother instead of the character of my late son, she and my husband sticked together like g
Ultimate Showdown Song ParodyThe Ultimate Battle of League of Legends Champions Song ParodyUltimate Showdown Song Parody in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Parody of The Ultimate Showdown of the Ultimate Destiny
By Zach Melmet
Fed chogath was feasting about
The league like it was an in-n-out
When suddenly hiemerdinger burst from the shade
And hit chogath with a cussion grenade
Chogath got pissed and began to scream
But got distracted by nidalee
Who proceeded to pounce him in cougar stance
When sona came and made them all dance
And sona started singing a cool beat
When she got hit by evelynns feet
But before Evelyn could shadow walk away
Amumu hugged her asked to stay
But amumu started crying from all of his fears
And drowned Evelyn in all of his tears
Then he became sad and ran away
But tf ulted in the way
This is the ultimate battle
Of league of legends champions
Silences stuns and spell casting
As far as the fog of war
And only 1 can beat all
And take home all the winnings
This is the ultimate battle
Of league of legends champions
Chogath ate all of twisted fate