Pray for EcuadorEcuador is a country in western South America.Pray for Ecuador in Profiles More Like This
It is bordered by Colombia in the north, Peru in the east and south, and by
the Pacific Ocean in the west.
The country also includes the Galápagos Islands, 1000 km west in the Pacific.
The capital city is Quito.
The population is over 15 million.
Ecuador is is one of only two countries in South America (along with Chile)
that does not have a border with Brazil.
Ecuador is extremely bio-diverse with Amazon jungle in the east, Andean mountains
in the centre, coastal plains on Pacific Coast, as well the Galapagos Islands,
to the west.
Ecuador ships more bananas around the world than any other country.
Ecuador was the first country in Latin America to seek to gain
independence from Spanish rule.
Ecuador s the first country to have a constitution that recognized
the rights of nature.
Nearly a million Ecuadorian emigrants are employed abroad.
Pray for the Czech RepublicThe Czech Republic is a landlocked country in Central-Eastern Europe.Pray for the Czech Republic in Profiles More Like This
It is bordered by Poland in the north, Germany in the west, Austria in the south
and Slovakia in the east.
Its capital and largest city is Prague.
The population is over 10 million.
The Czech Republic was originally part of Czechoslovakia.
The country has two main regions:
Bohemia in the west
Moravia in the east
Silesia in the northeast
The city of Prague is famous for its castles and palaces.
The famous reformer Jan Hus (c. 13691415) was from Bohemia.
The Czech Republic is famous for its beer.
Budweiser' was originally a Czech beer, until an American brewer borrowed the name
Jaromír Jágr(b 1972) Ice hockey right winger
Barbora Špotáková (b 1981) Javelin thrower. World record holder
Emil Zátopek (1922-2000)Long-distance runner, three gold medals at 1952 Olympics
Jan Železný (b 1966) Javelin thrower, world, World record holder.
Pray for the NetherlandsThe Netherlands is a country in western Europe.Pray for the Netherlands in Profiles More Like This
It is bordered by the North Sea in the north and west, Belgium in the south and Germany in the east.
It shares maritime borders with Belgium, Germany and Britain.
The population is over 16 million.
Amsterdam is the capital.
The seat of government is The Hague.
Rotterdam is the 2nd largest city and one of the largest ports in the world.
The Netherlands controls three islands in the Caribbean:
Netherlands literally means 'Low Countries' or 'Low Country'.
The Netherlands, Belgium and Luxembourg were historically called the Low Countries
because they were mostly flat and at or below sea level.
20% of the country’s area is located below sea level.
50% of the land is less than one meter above sea level.
Most of the area below sea level is man-made, caused by centuries of peat extraction.
These areas are maintained with an elaborate system of dikes, canals and pumping stations.
Holland is a region in the w
Pray for PolandPoland is located in Central Europe.Pray for Poland in Profiles More Like This
It is bordered by Germany in the west; the Czech Republic and Slovakia in the south,
Ukraine, Belarus and Lithuania in the east, and the Baltic Sea in the north.
Warsaw is the capital.
The population is over 38 million.
Poland is the 69th largest country in the world and the 9th largest in Europe.
Poland has been known for its art and culture and has seen many famous artists,
writers and composers. (ex. Chopin)
Pope John Paul II (1920-2005) was from Poland.
Poland has seen a great deal of tragedy and suffering throughout its history.
During WWII the Nazi’s set up six major extermination camps in Poland,
including Treblinka and Auschwitz.
Before World War II, a third of Poland's population was made of various ethnic minorities.
After the war, nearly all the minorities were gone, due to the Holocaust and revision
Of all the countries involved in WWII, Poland lost the highest percentage of citizens.
Nearly a fifth of the populat
Pray for MongoliaMongolia is a landlocked country in Eastern and Central Asia.Pray for Mongolia in Profiles More Like This
It is bordered by Russia ino the north and China to the south, east and west.
Ulan Bator is the capital and largest city
The population is over 2 million
The Gobi Desert covers southern Mongolia.
One of Mongolia's most famous leaders was Genghis Khan (1162-1227)
The explorer Marco Polo (1254-1324) visited Mongolia.
The popular pet Gerbil originates in the desert regions of Mongolia.
Its Latin name, Meriones unguiculatus, means "Clawed warrior"
Pray for French GuianaFrench Guiana is an overseas region of France on the northern coast of South America.Pray for French Guiana in Profiles More Like This
It is bordered by Brazil in the east and south, and Suriname in the west.
Cayenee is the capital.
The population is 236,250.
French Guiana is the only remaining colony in South America
French Guiana has one of highest levels of biodiversity in the world
For years Guiana was infamous for it's off shore prison colony Devil's Island.
The Guiana Space Centre, is the European Space Agency's primary
launch site near the equator.
66% Black or mulatto
12% East Indian, Chinese, Amerindian
10% Other (Including Hmong refugees)
2.65% Non- Religious
Pray for DenmarkDenmark is a country in Northern Europe.Pray for Denmark in Profiles More Like This
It is located southwest of Sweden, south of Norway, and north of Germany.
The country is made up of a large peninsula, Jutland, and over 400 smaller islands,
The largest islands are:
The country is important strategically because it controls the North and Baltic Seas.
Greenland and the Faroe Islands in the North Atlantic are territories of Denmark.
Copenhagen is the capital.
The population is over 5 million.
Denmark is the most southerly of the Nordic Scandinavian countries.
The famous author Hans Christian Anderson, (Author of the Little Mermaid) was from Denmark.
Denmark was the first country in Europe to introduce a welfare system in the 1930s – providing education, healthcare, unemployment benefits and pensions for everyone.
The popular construction toy LEGO, originated in Denmark.
Pray for MonacoMonaco is a sovereign city state in Western Europe on the south coast of France.Pray for Monaco in Profiles More Like This
Monaco is divided into four districts:
The population is over 36,371
Monte Carlo is the administrative area and largest district.
The name Monaco means 'Alone' or 'Single house'.
According to myth, Hercules passed through the Monaco area and the temple
of Hercules Monoikos was built.
Because the only temple in the area was the "House" of Hercules, the city
was called 'Monoikos'.
Monaco is one of 6 European microstates, a set of tiny sovereign states:
Monaco’s main landmark is the Rock of Monaco, a 459 foot tall monolith
on the coast.
Monaco is the 2nd smallest and the most densely populated country in the world.
It has a land border of only 2.7 miles, a coastline of 2.5 miles, and a width
of 1.1 miles.
Although Monaco is an independent nation, its military defense is
Pray for KosovoKosovo is a landlocked country in Southeastern Europe.Pray for Kosovo in Profiles More Like This
It is bordered by Serbia in the north, Macedonia in the south, Albania in the west
and Montenegro in the northwest.
Its capital and largest city is Pristina.
The population is over 1 million
Kosovo is one of the countries that made up the former Yugoslavia:
The Kosovo national anthem has no words but is purely instrumental.
92% Ethnic Albanian
8% Serbs, Bosniaks, Gorani, Roma, Turks, Ashkali, Balkan Egyptian
During antiquity, the area was inhabited by various Thraco-Illyrian tribes, such
as the Dardani, Celts and Triballi.
The area was conquered by Rome in the 160s B.C, and incorporated into the province
The region was frequently raided by Germanic tribes from the 4th century A.D. onwards.
During the 7th century, Slavic groups migr
Pray for UruguayUruguay is a country in the southeastern part of South America.Pray for Uruguay in Profiles More Like This
It is bordered by Brazil in the northeast and Argentina in the west.
Montevideo is the capital.
The population is 3.3 million.
Uruguay means "River of painted birds".
Uruguay is the second-smallest nation in South America, after Suriname.
The landscape is mostly rolling plains and low hills with coastal lowland.
Gauchos(South American cowboys)were very important in both Uruguay and Argentina.
Uruguay was the first exporter of software in South America.
30% No religion
0.4% Other (Muslim, Bahai)
The earliest known inhabitants of Uruguay were the Amerindian, Charrua.
The Spanish arrived in the area in 1516.
The first permanent settlement was founded by the Spanish in 1624.
Uruguay became a zone of contention between the Spanish and the Portugu
Not just a fan pt 2/2 (ComedianItalyXBlindReader)You smiled, playing with your fingers as you listened yet again to the reruns of Feliciano’s show. This particular one was about how he tried to learn how to dance, though his Japanese friend wasn’t that great of choice to be his dance-partner.Not just a fan pt 2/2 (ComedianItalyXBlindReader) in Romance More Like This
Humming along to Feli’s singing you wondered what it’d be like to dance. Well for that, you supposed, I’d have to be able to see. Or have someone I could trust no matter what.
“Bella!” You perked up and beamed as Feliciano’s footsteps entered the room. “How’ve you been bella?” His voice came closer to you when he hugged you tightly, smiling when you wrapped your arms around his neck.
“Better now that you’re here!” You chirped, grinning at him. He smiled back and chuckled sheepishly as he heard himself talk on the radio again. “You’re listening to this old stuff again?”
Nodding vigorously, you giggled. “Of course! Also this one is good. The
A football shirt (SH series)A football shirt (SH series) in Romance More Like This
.... a red football shirt. Picking it up, you turned it over to see the name. Fernández Carriedo huh? You thought, recalling that name from somewhere. But where..... Then it hit you. The star football player! Of course!
Well, there was no way you were putting that shirt down now! You clung to it, grinning widely. You didn't even know why you hadn't immediately recognized that name, I mean, he was only one of the best football players at the moment, not to mention he was incredible handsome and charismatic.
That's what the cameras showed you anyway, who knows? You pondered, maybe he's an arrogant, antisocial bastard most of the time and he puts on a smile, an adorable one at that in front of everyone.
Whilst you mused on this food for thought, you skimmed the rest of the tables. Conclusion, nothing interesting there. So you proceeded to the counter and bought the shirt eagerly. Even the cashier shot you a look of pure jealousy.
Grinning widely you skipped to t
Forever (LatviaXReader)You were in distress at the moment, searching high and low for your small friend. As Raivis really was quite small compared to the other boys he often got picked on and you simply couldn’t have that! You always managed to scare away the bullies by kicking their shins and growling at them.Forever (LatviaXReader) in Romance More Like This
And whilst that sort of thing works at primary school it starts losing its effectiveness at high school. Because the boys got taller than you regrettably. But that didn’t stop you from protecting your friend.
“Rai!” You called, skidding around the corner. A hiss escaped your lips as you saw the brunette on the floor, his stomach being brutally kicked. You advanced towards the group of louts. “Stop it. Now.”
Every word you said was made more menacing as you cracked your knuckles. The punks raised their eyebrows and sauntered over to you. “Does the big girl want to play?” They took hold of your wrist bringing it above your head.
“I think she does.
A stuffed chick (SH series)A stuffed chick (SH series) in Romance More Like This
... an adorable stuffed chick. You ran over to it and pounced on it. Good lord it was adorable! You snuggled into it, grinning like a moron. When you held it up, a piece of cloth around it unfolded and you saw it was a black and white flag tied round the neck of the chick.
Aww, it looked like it had a cape! That settles it! You clung onto the stuffed animal as if your life depended on it for the rest of the time. You didn't find anything else though so you bounced over to the counter and paid for it.
You hugged it as you walked towards the exit when a guy stopped in front of you. He was doubled over and out of breath, so you wondered if he was okay. "Hey are you alright?" You touched his shoulder lightly.
He immediately straightened up with flair and struck a pose. "Of course I'm alright! I'm too awesome not to be!" "Erm okay..."
"Anyways fraulein, zhat bird of yours, vell I vant it back." You clutched it closer to you. "Why?! It's mine!" He sighed. "Look, I didn't mean for it to go on
Celebrating life (NetherlandsXReader)You sighed, swigging the rest of your drink and setting the empty glass back on the shiny counter. After handing over a fiver for your beverage, you turned and made your disappointed way to the exit.Celebrating life (NetherlandsXReader) in Romance More Like This
Another night, a stiffer drink. Sadly your life had little to offer besides work and hangovers, which left you feeling cold and lonely.
You walked as if in a daze, a loud smack echoing in your dull ears, followed by a thud and the sensation of hitting the ground.
Blinking, you realised someone was on top of you. He winced and his green eyes pierced yours. "Well hi there." He said, accompanied by a wiggle of his eyebrows. "I can't believe you're still flirting! That's the reason you're on the floor, Dutchy!"
The man on your stomach growled, sighing as he sat up. He sat cross-legged on the floor as he scratched his neck. "Look I get the idea. Can't we just forgive and forget?" He asked jovially.
His blond hair was very spiked up you noted, along with the blush on his cheeks. Jup,
Housing with the Kirkland boy band pt4 (KBXReader)You looked at the leather cord solemnly, glancing up at him when he gasped.Housing with the Kirkland boy band pt4 (KBXReader) in Romance More Like This
Allistor brandished the leather bracelet at you. “Where did you get this?!” You blinked, lost for words. How did he know what that was? “C’mon don’t play dumb with me!” Allistor practically bared his teeth at you. You stuttered something nonsensical, falling silent.
“This is the bracelet Blue always wore!” You winced at your stage name, a grimace playing around your lips. “I wasn’t aware she’d sold it....” you heard and you looked up to see Allistor staring at it intently.
“Are you...?” Allistor grinned sheepishly and sat back down on the bed. “I’m a big fan of hers. Still am in fact. It’s such a shame she left.” You held back a hiss. That’s what they’d said you’d done? They said you’d left?! What a farce!
“That’s not what
Living with the Kirkland boy band pt5 (KBXReader)Vince seemed to love you to pieces. He followed you everywhere, waiting for you to come home from school and took every opportunity to sit on you, whichever part was available, be it your lap, legs, shoulders or head. You enjoyed his attention though and in turn hugged him whenever you could.Living with the Kirkland boy band pt5 (KBXReader) in Romance More Like This
Sometimes he’d even bump into your legs when you stopped to do something, just because he was so focused on following you.
But at that particular moment, he wasn’t there, something that made you slightly worried. “Don’t worry, he’ll just be asleep somewhere.” Dylan told you, trying to ease your nerves. “Yeah!” You agreed, sorting out the numerous packages and letters into piles.
“Hey, I wanted to ask you something.” You glanced up at the Welshman, as did he. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but..... you’re Blue, aren’t you?”
Gaping at him, you dropped the glitzy letter in your hands to the floor. Wh-whaa?
Left up to you (Bookshop owner JapanXReader)The tiny sound of the bell ringing filled the silence. You stepped through the grimy door, your eyes widening at the cornucopia of books that stretched across the room. Stacks of books were in each and every corner of the little shop, tables overflowing with them. Shelves went all the up to the ceiling, books of all shapes and sizes adorning them.Left up to you (Bookshop owner JapanXReader) in Romance More Like This
This was the sort of place you were looking for, the quiet type of paradise that until now had eluded you. Except, the place was filthy.
Dust cloaked the wooden shelves, hell even the air was thick with it. You had to watch your feet carefully, to make sure your nose wouldn't meet the floor anytime soon.
"Hello?" You said, scanning the room for a sentient life form. "Hello? Is there anyone here?" Your voice got louder as you tried again. After managing to stumble closer to the only table with a cash machine, you rang the bell that was settled on the desk.
A groan emitted from behind the doorway, which was covered by strands of fabric, in an a
Teach me the tune! (EnglandXCellist Reader)Just something that popped in my head as I was practicing outside on cello-camp, if only something like this really happened!Teach me the tune! (EnglandXCellist Reader) in Romance More Like This
Please enjoy and I always love to know what you think, so please leave a comment to tell me your thoughts if you can!
You were having a bad day to say the least. Scratch that you hadn't felt this bad since you'd caught the flu last winter. Not that you were sick or anything, in fact, physically you were absolutely fine. It was just this piece.
No matter what you did, how you played it, it always sounded wrong. And the most frustrating thing? It was so much easier and simpler than almost all the other things you'd ever played.
Sighing, you lay your cello down on the dirty tiles and inspected the little hut sort of thing you were playing in. The house you were staying in was a small chateau, deep in the woods. Your cello teacher had invited you to come to it for a week, during which you would toughen your fingers and your bonds with the other cellists.
Rebel Rebel (TurkeyXReader)You hummed to yourself as you wiped down one of the tables in the food hall. As you were a volunteer you had to pretty much do as you were told, but you were acquainted with one of the main organisers, you did have a bit of a say in things.Rebel Rebel (TurkeyXReader) in Romance More Like This
“Adnan! Put some light into it!” You called at the teen who glowered at you. You were about the same age, and that put him off even more when he had to take orders from you. Growling, he rolled his sleeves up a bit more, his hood still covering most of his face.
He was one of the problem kids you’d met and unfortunately you’d been chosen as his supervisor. Which meant you had to stick with him most of the time. Sadik thought you to be a nuisance at first, but soon realised that you had no choice in the matter.
Slowly he was warming up to you, it was hard not to. He was a teenage boy after all and he couldn’t really complain when a pretty girl hung around him. In fact, at times, the two of you had really quite good conve
Drifting SoulsThat day I walked the lonely roadDrifting Souls in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
of gravel between the trees.
The wind was blowing secretly
and sunlight slipped through leaves
Fields of green lay to the side
when secrets were revealed
That day I walked the lonely road
and saw the souls unsealed
They had no cause for hurry
No reason for dismay
They simply glided quietly along
and had nothing which to say
To the watcher on the road
gazing in in silent peace
as a blizzard of snow-white souls
floated without cease
I did not feel the wind that day
Nor the sunlight green and fair
I was a ghost unto the ghosts
and they left me standing there
What judgment yet awaits them
I do not claim to know
As they flew high into the sky
and left me here below.
Some glided along like snowflakes
pure and clean and white
others were clumps of ashes
from a fire out of sight.
So to each our destiny
and judgment for our deeds
And to the sky one day we'll fly
like dandelion seeds.
What judgment shall await us
I cannot claim to know
For they flew high into th
Running DaySeven am. He's at the corner, but where is she? Tig is usually fairly prompt; although, she had been getting a poor start the past couple days. Sevier stretched a bit, and waited. Seven-fifteen. Something's up; that girl hates being late for any reason. She picked up on the fourth ring. "Mmph?"Running Day in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Where are you? It's running day!"
"Hold on! Hold....ohh, no." He snapped the phone shut; she was not going to bail on running, not when this was her fault to start with. If he had to get out in the morning cold and suffer, he was not going to go it alone. He started off towards her house, the plan already formed.
He peeked through her window and saw a form stretched out on the couch and half-covered in a thick blanket. He called again. "Tig?"
"Still sleeping," the figure answered, and pulled the blanket down around
Murder...Alaskan StyleIt was so...sudden. I stood in shock, staring down at the body. I never would have...He just couldn't be...Murder...Alaskan Style in Short Stories More Like This
Who ever heard of someone getting killed by a frozen fish?
Granted, it was a salmon, and all that time in the freezer had left it hard as a rock, but really, it was just too ridiculous. Besides, he was supposed to have died the next day, from an overdose of sleep medication. I was in so much trouble. And there would be the police to worry about, too! Tourists, even idiot ones whose families hate them, don't disappear without some sort of investigation. Frantically, I called Josie; she'd help me figure this out.
An hour later, it was obvious that solving this problem was all up to me. "Josie! Shut up!" The screaming and wailing continued. I slapped her; kind of hard, but at least it worked. She only whimpered a little now. Honestly, when a person decides to become a one-time contract killer, she ought to at least help out with the body. This whole scheme was her idea, and now she
In the Chambers of the Sea"We have lingered in the chambers of the seaIn the Chambers of the Sea in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
by sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
'Til human voices wake us, and we drown." - t.s eliot
And so we die, as alone as ever was
A death to make even a dead-skull scream
Not for the drowning, but for waking from the dream
And diamonds then become our eyes
and alabaster our reclining bones
forever to sleep, unseeing, upon the cushioning stones
And will we then have another chance?
A chance once more to have our dreams?
Else we sleep and let the sea, be haven to our screams
TfN- Lonely ShadowThere was once a small shadow born. Do not mistake it for a shadow of evil, a shadow from the Pit! No, this was a simple and harmless shadow which simply was and meant to harm to anyone. The only threat it ever posed was a result of one's own imagination.TfN- Lonely Shadow in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It so happened that this shadow was born outside its world and so did not realize its true nature. It could only half-exist in that world of light and all its achievements were mere semblances when compared to the True beings of that world. It was itself a semblance.
The poor shadow did not know it was not True and there was no one to tell it so. No friend nor foe nor story told ever so much as hinted at the existence of a Shadow world.
And so the shadow grew and kept the semblance of the beings of that world called True, and always looked for the answer. The answer to a question never fully understood.
Pity the poor shadow, and help it find its home!
That Certain FriendThe moon is the worst of friends, I findThat Certain Friend in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
All my secrets she brings to mind
When I despise her, with her one-eyed stare
she'll always outlast my stoniest glare.
She taunts me with my most secret fears
and ignores me when she drives me to tears
She laughs at my loneliness, yet lovers adores
Covers the land, yet exposes my sores.
The moon is my worst friend, I moan
But while I am with her, I am never alone.
DoggeralDare I speak of many things? To sit among cabbages, while discussing kings?Doggeral in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To stand upon the hilltop grand, trying to hold storm-wind in my hands.
The wings of birds carry them far, but my thoughts carry me to foreign stars;
where sky-lights dance upon the moor, and ravens sing of Nevermore.
Nevermore, that land so near, where we sail upon our tears.
That land which makes us weep and sing, and makes the fools go adventuring.
For they seek what cannot be to find the desert within the sea.
Dare we tell them it's all in vain? Or will they only seek again?
Life is full of questions odd, which none can answer, except for God.
And He in Heaven looks quietly down, at people of rich and poor renown.
He keeps the secrets to Himself; writes them in books He keeps on a shelf.
Maybe someday those books shall be read, and all of those stories can be in my head.
More Often than NotSensitive I am to voice and soundMore Often than Not in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
For these reveal what lurks around
How does this feel? What to expect?
My every step must be correct.
Stepping wrong is too easy, though,
And often before I know it I go
Off the path to go sliding down
And slam hard, too hard, on the ground.
I take myself up, I must not cry
Must not seem weak, for I despise
Vulnerability in myself, in me
Weaknesses others must never see.
Too many daggers have pierced my skin
To lay waste to what lies within.
But armor is bulky, and armor is weight
It's only covering myself in hate
Hatred of self, distrust of 'friends'
Where armor begins, friendship ends.
To reveal myself to the world at large
Is a fearsome thing, yet still I charge
Into the fray, to the battle dire
Nimble enough now to escape the mire.
What do I want? Where do I go?
Forward; forward is all that I know.
DisillusionmentShe was beautiful.Disillusionment in Horror More Like This
That was what everyone said, to her face and behind her back. She was beautiful; what had happened that she was no longer so?
She herself could not tell them, but then, she herself did not know that her beauty had vanished. No one told her, certainly. Who would go to a happy woman and tell her she is ugly? Some would, but not even those would dare tell her so on the eve of her wedding. Everyone knows that a bride is beautiful - that is what she expected to hear and that is what they told her. So, she was happy.
Her groom-to-be was handsome, in every way charming. No one supposed that he thought she was anything less than desirable. As long as they both were happy, there was no reason why the wedding should not go well, and the marriage should be happy, of course.
The wedding was flawless, everything was as perfect as could be dreamt. Many weddings have not done so well as hers. Away they whisked in their car, to the airport and the honeymoon suite.
They entered the r
Apples and DragonsOnce there was an apple tree standing alone in a meadow. It was filled with lustrous red apples, crisper than autumn's first frost and more delicious than a girl's first kiss. On the tree was also a single golden apple, which looked just as appealing as the others, but which none of the villagers ever touched - no matter how it gleamed and no matter how low it hung on the branch.Apples and Dragons in Fantasy More Like This
The apple-tree had an unusually thick and twisted trunk; a delight for the village children to climb. Perhaps their delight would have been more way had they realized that wrapped around the trunk was a dragon - there for so long that bark and grass had overgrown its bronze scales.
One day a young child went alone to the apple tree, and desired the golden apple. She reached for it, and it was as if the tree itself bent forward to place it in her hands. She bit once, and the dragon awoke. Twice, and it uncoiled from the tree. Thrice, and it unfurled its wings and looked down at her with burning molten eyes. It
SH - Memories "Are we meant to be up here?"SH - Memories in Short Stories More Like This
Sherlock turned and grinned at me. "No, probably not. That's what makes it exciting."
I had to grin back. The man was disreputable. But I let him lead me to the edge anyway, marvelling at the view.
"It's good, isn't it?"
I nodded, awed. "It's amazing! They should let people come up here."
Sherlock smiled wryly. "Well, after the last few suicides jumped off here, I think it kind of put them off having this as a major tourist attraction."
I laughed once.
"But this isn't the best bit," Sherlock said, his eyes shining with excitement. "Follow me."
He took my hand, and we slowly edged around to the other side. All I could now see beneath us was water, the view of the cars crossing Tower Bridge far below us now blocked by the pathway I'd just come fr
SH-JW - Safe pt 2UncertaintySH-JW - Safe pt 2 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sherlock woke up the same time as he usually did just as the sun began to shine through the curtains, the tentative amber glow showing the start of the new day. That it wasn't his curtains just made the day sure to be all the better.
John was still fast asleep, all traces of the night's terrors gone from his face. Sherlock's arms were wrapped around both him and the duvet he was submerged in, enclosing him in his arms, warm and comfortable. He didn't mind that he was outside the duvet, almost exposed to the cold night he'd been colder, and he knew he'd survive. Besides, he was still wearing his dressing gown.
Something made him think that he should move leave John to himself, but he was mesmerized by the patterns the soft light was making across the older man's face. The colour it turned it, close to golden but too pale, almost rosy . . . it was a colour totally un
SH - Bedside MannerWaiting Room Part 2SH - Bedside Manner in Fan Fiction More Like This
The approaching surgeon pulled down his mask. "Doctor Watson?"
I nodded once, slowly.
"Now, you're a medical man, so I'm sure you'll understand you will have to be as careful and as quiet as you can don't knock the bed, or touch the equipment and he's not currently awake, but if you want to, you can see him anyway-"
"Wait what?" I asked, turning my head sharply to look at him. "See him? I can see him?"
A sympathetic smile crossed the surgeon's tired face as he continued, "Yes, you can. Mr Sherlock Holmes is alive, and we expect him to wake up any minute now."
Sherlock . . . .
It would have been easier to believe he'd died. It would have been more realistic. I hadn't thought real life had happy endings.
You Found Me - SH Yes, I was going to die. Straight to hell, perhaps a nice little chat with Lucifer, before coming back and haunting Mycroft and That Bitch for all I was worth.You Found Me - SH in Short Stories More Like This
C.O.D? at this rate probably lung cancer. No I was too healthy for that. Too fit. More likely to be a near death with tuberculosis, then lung cancer.
I lowered the cigarette, and breathed out smoke. When a nearby single mother, recently divorced shot me a disapproving look and moved the buggy away from me, I smiled at her and puffed a smoke ring in her direction.
The woman scowled, and moved to the furthest side of the pathway. I took another smoke as I examined her. By the way she was walking, she was probably trying to lose weight after-pregnancy weight. Pram with newborn. Clothes a litt
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The Speckled Band [26th March 2010]
I woke up in my bed, the next morning. I suddenly thought it had all been a dream, as my last memory was being on the sofa . . . in Sherlock's arms.
Sherlock . . .
I sobbed once, unable to stop myself.
I turn downwards, burying my face in my pillow, blotting the tears from my eyes. Dreams of Sherlock weren't unusual but this one had been so strong, so real . . .
I think it was because the dream had been so tangible so believable that made it hurt so much. I could still feel Sherlock's face beneath my palm.
But I knew that was impossible.
So I sobbed into my pillow.
Wait . . . the pillow . . .
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The newspaper had got it right . . .
Mass murderer kills 476 people . . .
How? Why? And How? 476 people, and pretty nearly passing it off as a cold? That was clever, seriously clever. And 'scary' was an understatement.
Sherlock, of course, was smirking like a cat who got not just the cream, but also a velvet plush cushion, fresh fish and someone always on hand to stroke it. He didn't say another word to Molly or me, but swept from the room, taking the medical folder with him. I almost didn't look back at Molly, but I couldn't just leave her hanging. So, by the door, I paused once, turned and simply said, "Sorry."
She barely managed a smile. I hope she realised I meant it.
After that, I had to run down the corridor to catch up with Sherlock. "How?" I asked. "Why? Why so many? Insane?"
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'Terror' continuation-type thing.
As soon as I stepped outside, I wished I was still in my bed. Especially as I was certain that Sherlock was still fast asleep in it.
But the rest of us didn't have the choice to stay in bed, peacefully relaxing and enjoying the warmth of the shared single bed after a long, wonderfully hard night.
And the rest of us couldn't make gazillions out of our hobbies.
We had to work.
So there I was, trudging through the icy streets of London city, making my way as fast as I could to where I was currently in employment.
It was a different Doctor's Surgery to where I'd taken up a part time job before things had become a little . . . awkward . . . with Sarah . . . well, to be honest, I hadn't really spoken to her. Not
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I didn't know what to say in the cab journey.
I didn't think there was anything to say.
So I didn't say anything.
Sherlock strode into the police office, me trailing behind, and I smiled as I watched all the policemen turn to stare with respect and awe at my detective. Because he was mine. No matter if we argued.
I just had to remember that and hope that he would, too.
Lestrade was waiting for us at the entrance to his office, his coat on, and fidgeting nervously.
"You said you got a note," Sherlock said, looking intently at the official officer.
"Yeah," said Lestrade. "Here, see what you can get from it."
And he held out a postcard.
SH - Final Farewells I did get a letter. That much of the eye witness was true. I've typed a copy of it below.SH - Final Farewells in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I am so sorry for everything especially for the pain I know is about to befall you. I knew, as soon as we arrived at the tourist spot, that we were being followed. I've sent you off to get the drinks knowing that Moriarty's man would have his go at me, and that you would therefore be safe. You've got Sarah, and Harry I've got just got you. By doing this, I hope to save you. I'm willingly giving my life for yours. I wouldn't be able to bear it if you died. Much rather that I die, and you live happily.
Don't feel too upset for me. The London criminal underground's getting dull, anyway. I don't feel there's much more I could have done. And, I hope that the work I have done has made an
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The character's cat dies.
Sherlock peered down at the body of the cat for a long time, eyes scanning over each section the tight, curled up legs, the clawless paws, the ears limp, eyes looking as realistic as glass, the thin, clouded eyelid visible just at the sides, the tail stiff and lying straight out across the table.
He looked across at the syringe, then jotted down the dosage in his notebook. Hm . . . considerably more than the lethal dosage for a Jack Russell. Strange. It would appear that mass had no indication of the amount of arsenic needed.
In that case, how much would be needed for something smaller, but with a more complex biology . . .
In its little cage, the hamster's poor knees quivered as the curious grey gaze turned towards it . . .
Ah . . . so that w
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"I hear Pripyat is pleasant this time of year."
Sniper stood watch, just outside the old travel agency building. Aside from somehow withstanding the rest of the block collapsing around it, the shop was impressive for having reasonably preserved brochures. Captain and Pilot would often amuse themselves by planning trips to countries that no longer existed, and Engineer would gather what they discarded for kindling. Whenever Sniper grew sufficiently bored, he'd call out with something he thought was witty.
It was a bit like that, being on watch; you'd either say something funny and die knowing your sense of humour was too good for this world, or you'd say nothing and die without validating your ego.
"Actually," Engineer spoke up from the Visit Asia section, a finger tracing over dusty advertisements as he moved along the aisle, "One of the last GOOD directorate broadcasts sent out was a list of anomalies brought on by the apocalypse, and apparently Chernobyl became the least radiated pla
AtAInterview transcriptAtAInterview transcript in Articles & Interviews More Like This
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you, in the crowd,
the one panicking about reading
or the mess at home
or the sheer volume of people
pressing into you like corners;
the woman who birthed me into this world
through hours of agony
as though that wasn't enough
because doctor appointment after therapy appointment after residential stay after thirtieth pound lost,
i've put you through countless
warped into months of agony
you never asked for;
and you, oh, mostly you.
you, because as hard as i've beaten my own heart into the wall,
and as deep as i let you bury mine,
i know, somehow, i managed to do the same to you.
you left, and i left two weeks after.
every night was a terror;
every morning was a letdown.
i ached constantly
and threw myself into books
like they would become oxygen masks until i could breathe on my own again.
and here's the thing, you know,
because you would knock my legs out from under me again and again.
"let's fall back in love," you'd say,
and i would fall to
the sickness of breathing emptinesstoday:the sickness of breathing emptiness in Free Verse More Like This
and my god, there's no way to pretty that up. pain is not beautiful, it is painful. use your common sense. there is no glory in suffering, there is no sparkle to sacrifice. hurt is hurt is hurt. and you can't take it for someone else, no matter how hard you try.
what i hate is that you're leaving. like, a thousand miles away worth of leaving. and don't tell me that distance means nothing to the heart, because it does: enough to make you break me before you kill me. honestly, i wonder which is worse. honestly, i'd probably rather you kill me because i've broken enough times that i don't have much left to break.
what i hate more is that i love you. i have fought harder against it than i've fought against anything else in my life, i fucking swear to god. i didn't even consider that i could love you for months. an
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with the foreshadowed promise
of the bitterness that would soon
wash me to sea again.
the nights we spent
of clouds and of cloth-
frighten me as much
as they please me
the roiling ocean,
lapping at our heels
as we became lovers
under the sky;
the curses and hisses
of an extraterrestrial fire
as you whispered to me
to pay no attention
to the teenagers drunken
on the sand;
to feel your skin
along mine in lines
and your lips,
the entire inability
to dismiss the songs that
our hearts once sang
as fragmented fantasies
strikes chords of longing
and echolalia in me
as i utter the moans of
the single wolf
aching on the cliffs.
no amount of midnight,
nor any number of stars,
can take me out of the headlights
i walked toward the cars.
i do not know
how to live with you
as much as i do not know
how to live without you;
i am dead,
buried in the earth,
because knowing you
has rendered me
bokonon, interrupteda mire of snakes,bokonon, interrupted in Free Verse More Like This
we are mud
made into man,
flesh of the earth
and our only decision,
our only non-epiphany,
when god loosens
our marionette strings
for a human moment,
is how to best
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in your bone structure,
with your soul worn across your lips.
you remind me of the sunshine
i lost in the circles
i left behind
to find someone an ocean
i am here,
watching the birds take flight
from the edges of your mouth,
watching their wings curl
with every word
strained with an accent
owned by my ancestors
born on ships.
i want you to tell me again
about the times
you found a purity in his eyes,
the blank skin upon which
they were set like jewels
and those when
you grinned cheekily
when i told you how
you really were.
i find myself wishing,
which brings paperweights
to my ankles as i
swim the seas,
that the water in which
i am sinking
would part for the benefit
of my heart;
that your contagion
would not touch me;
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for creating you
and bearing you
and i fear the day
that he takes you away.
i wish you all the wellness
bubbling up from the ground,
and all the mud from which
we were each made.
and all the same,
i know better than to
when i feel
you will stay.
tonight, i know you
will leave me
when you do,
i need you to
kiss me like your mother
kissed your father
the day she left you
packed her suitcase
full of flowered clothing,
and shut the front door behind her
colour the desperation
quietly on your face.
i want to see you feel
before you turn
away from me;
i want to see you hurt
the way i did
when you left,
time and time again,
with an ache
no more wild
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with the sun stripping us down
to our barest elements.
we were the wind,
two hearts in the air,
unanchored and set at sea.
you would wear your hat
loosely like a ribbon
of air on the top of your head,
and smile with your whole face;
you would imagine what i looked like
in only my underwear
until the next hour when your
your hands becoming excavation
shovels, revelling in discovery-
i had liked you best
when you were naked
on my bed,
head between your knees
as you caught your breath.
this was the last time
i felt good about you,
the last that it was safe
to sink myself into your arms.
i have realised this:
i love you,
but that is not enough.
i'll just embrace
the new space
put between us,
and all one thousand miles
that act like a membrane
between two fluids,
wanting little more
than to mesh
it fails to end me,
the paining i feel,
in my chest,
but i am unsure
sent out to sea,
went down in
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hard enough to break your bones and
lighten your feet
lighten your heart
so softly that the butterflies you feel
pattering with their gossamer wings
beneath the cage of your ribs
and the breath,
blue in the summer,
can kiss you and the monarchs
as sweetly as your love
and her lips.
you dream of them at night.
silken like clean bedsheets,
familiar as your favourite chair
when you curl up with
a mug of herbal tea.
you feel at home
with her body curled in yours,
only able to sleep
with her skin under your fingers
scenting the blankets
with something no perfume
could ever mirror.
you write love letters
you dream emptily
unless she is there.
you want to fall in love
the way the gods drink ambrosia,
you want to treat her
better than their nectar,
sweeter than honeybees
and their summer-sticky feet.
you want a love beyond poetry,
from winter flurries
to springtime rosebuds
to summer sweet lemonade
to autumnal red leaves u
LatviaxReader: I Missed You You ran into your home, sobbing as the door shut loudly behind you. Your big brother, Russia, was away on business, leaving you alone with the Baltic countries. Although it looked as though you needed your brother more at the moment.LatviaxReader: I Missed You in Romance More Like This
By the looks of it, someone had been pulling your long (h/c) hair; it was all tossed and messy. Your face and knees were covered in dirt and bloodied and your clothes were now torn and covered in dirt.
The smallest Baltic nation, Latvia, poked his head from around the corner to see your small form shaking and near collapsing. Quickly going to you, he caught your body right as your knees crumpled, causing you to fall.
Your arms wrapped around his neck as he lifted you off the ground and began trying to calm you down. "T-Toris! E-Eduard...! C-Can either of you spare a few minutes...!?"
The other two nations appeared hearing the smaller one's cried for help and quickly noticed you crying. The Lith
IcelandxReaderxNorway Emil Steilsson. Sophomore in World Academy. 16 years old, born on June 17th. Silver haired and violet-eyed. At first glance, he seems like a rather cold-hearted person but can be sincere and kind.IcelandxReaderxNorway in Romance More Like This
Lukas Bondevik. Senior at World Academy. 17 years old, birthdate yet to be confirmed. Platinum blond hair and dull blue eyes. A rather mysterious character who rarely shows expression or speaks.
Half-brothers. Lukas' father passed on at a young age leaving him and his mother alone. Mother remarried to an Icelandic man which resulted in Emil. The two argue constantly on simple matters but they seem to care deeply for each other.
Pressing your face in your textbook, you sighed. The three of you were in the library studying when Emil and Lukas decided they needed to begin one of their famous 'brother' arguments.
"I won't say it..."
Bringing your head u
EnglandxReaderxChild!NA!Brothers It was a quiet Christmas morning, the boys busy playing with their new toys and the guests hours away from arriving. Arthur sat on the couch beside you, snuggling closer to you.EnglandxReaderxChild!NA!Brothers in Romance More Like This
Both of you were sitting in front of the couch by your fireplace, the tree lit up beside you and both of you curled together in sweaters. You held tea in your hands and the house danced with gentle Christmas music.
Arthur gently made you put your tea down and stood up, holding his arm out. You giggled, taking it and letting one hand hold your and the other on your waist. Taking his shoulder, he began guiding you in a gentle dance.
"I can't remember the last time we've danced." He said gently, kissing your cheek. "Obviously it was before the boys came along."
"You say it like they're a bad thing." You breathed, kissing his cheek. "You were so happy when you found out it was twins. You know...after you woke up from your shock-induced coma."
He blushed, trying to hide his face.
GermanyxReaderxIreland One thing that always seemed to take you off-guard was the close relation to your two friends, Ludwig Beildschmidt and Seamus Kirkland. You knew that Seamus' younger brother, Arthur, and Ludwig couldn't be considered anything close to friends.GermanyxReaderxIreland in Romance More Like This
Second, those two barely had anything in common. Seamus was a carefree, happy-go-lucky Irishman. Ludwig was a strict, drill-sergeant type German man.
On many occasions, you believed it was the beer. Yes, both men could undoubtably drink pints of the amber alcohol and be able to hold it down rather well. Although, when a meeting was held at either's country, they'd end up at the bar, occasionally with their siblings.
And guess which lovely little nation did the bars or pubs usually call?
Yes, since you were a close friend and ally to both nations (meaning Germany and Ireland), you were often called at ridiculous hours of the night (maybe even at daybreak) to come collect them.
CanadaxReader: Violence on the Ice "I'm glad you agreed to play hockey with me today __________." The Canadian smiled as you walked towards the rink. "Not a lot of people actually like to play with me so I haven't actually done this in awhile."CanadaxReader: Violence on the Ice in Romance More Like This
You smiled, unknowing as to why no one would play with him. Mattie was a sweet boy and you quickly assumed that a nice, easy game of hockey would benefit your friendship.
How very wrong you'd be proven to be.
Going on the ice, you felt something slip uneasily. There was no one else there, two goals set up on either side. But when Matthew stepped on the ice and looked towards you, a chill went up your spine.
Both of you skated to the middle of the rink, the puck between the two of you. The second you started, Matthew literally threw you off balance and quickly brought the puck down to score.
Shakily, you brought yourself back up to face him. "Not in my rink you're not." Now you were completely frozen. "Don't mess with me."
Shortly after, y
HRExReader: The Battle is Lost Opening the door up, you saw the boy sitting by candlelight at his desk. He dipped his quill in ink and began writing slowly on a piece of paper, completely ignoring your presence.HRExReader: The Battle is Lost in Romance More Like This
Knocking lightly on the door as to not startle him as you wrote, you sighed. "It is late...you should be resting right now as well. You've been getting ill recently and we cannot allow you to succumb to sickness."
"I'll be fine..." He muttered back, continuing to write as you entered the room. "You are still just a young vessel state. I don't expect you to know much more than I. Let me finish writing this letter and I'll lay down."
"Who are you writing to?"
He paused, laying the pen down and looking towards you. His blue eyes cut right through you, making you flinch back slightly. "I'm writing to Italy. I haven't spoken with her in awhile and I want to know how she's fairing."
"Holy Rome..." You breathed, going over to him. "She's no longer part of the empire..."
GermanyxReader: Spring Afternoon It was a warm afternoon, warmer than it has been, giving the air a Springy feel to it. Walking around the corner, you spotted the house you sought and quickly rushed up to the door, knocking loudly against it. "Luddy! Hey Luddy!"GermanyxReader: Spring Afternoon in Romance More Like This
Something suddenly rushed at you from the corner of your eye and knocked you over. Your head hit hard against the concrete and within seconds, you were being climbed over by three different dogs; two of which were rather large.
Smiling, you began stroking their fur,"hey you guys! Long time no see! Why are you all outside though?"
"______________?" Looking up, you met a pair or crystal blue eyes. "What are you doing here so early?"
Shoving the Hovawart's snout out of your face, you smiled and tried getting up, unsteadily falling forwards. The German quickly took you in his arms, helping balance you. "They didn't hurt you, did they?"
"Nah, I'm fine." You said, ignoring the pain in the back of your head with a flat lie. "What a
CielxReader: Pt 3 As you stepped into your manor, you were met with your father's cold gaze,"What did Ciel want of you today my lady?"CielxReader: Pt 3 in Romance More Like This
"Don't play stupid..." You muttered, following him deeper into the house. "Well then, have at it. Take my soul so that I can just leave this terrible nightmare of a life I live."
"Alas, I cannot-"
A red spot the size of your hand began to glow on your father's cheek. "Ciel knows. Sebastian knows. I want this human soul gone so I can go away!"
"Go away?" He said softly, ignoring the stinging in his cheek. "My lady, I cannot take your soul until I have ensured that you are as happy as you could possibly be. And that won't happen until..."
"My wedding day..." You finished, sighing heavily. "You're not going to be satisfied until my dress of white has been dyed scarlet, are you?"
"Of course not." He stated simply, putting his right hand to your right shoulder. He brought himself closer, his hand going unde
RomanoxReader: Stronger Her voice so pure.RomanoxReader: Stronger in Romance More Like This
Her gaze so soft.
Her hair so silky.
Yet so strong.
His voice so spiteful.
His words usually dirtied.
His glare, cold.
So many problems.
He had to rely on others for help.
Yet, when he was with her...
Romano held you close, not knowing what to do in this situation. Spain was so terrible at explaining things, Romano would have to simply complaining about it.
Your body felt limp and lifeless in his arms, shock was still taking over you from the sudden change of pace. People around you were wondering what exactly was going on.
"R...Romano..." You whispered as tears surfaced in your eyes. "Why...why did you even consider...?"
"____________...you're the most perfect person I have ever met..." His voice was hardly above a whisper. "You shouldn't be hanging around me...that's why I'm...brea
GermanyxReader: Christmas Eve Morn' The German man looked around, only seeing white surround him. The sky was grey and the ground was covered in a thin layer of snow. As he walked, he could hear the snow crunch beneath his combat boots of black.GermanyxReader: Christmas Eve Morn' in Romance More Like This
Up ahead, he spotted a figure laying on the ground. Seeing some chance to not be alone, he rushed through the snow, the familiar weight of all his military-grade equipment and clothing on top of him.
He began to make out who it was as he came nearer and by the time he was in front of the figure, he was collapsing to his knees. A beautiful young woman, the country of (country name) laying strewn on the ground.
From her mouth which hung agape trickled a fresh stream of blood. Her uniform was torn by bullets and some sort of sharp object that was used to stab at her. Most of her beautiful (h/c) hair was chopped of and beneath her in the reddened snow. What hurt him most was her beautiful (e/c) eyes staring into the distance with no trace of life within, looki
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Hidden behind a mask
She tucks a stain of hair behind her ear, and look's at the mirror, and gives a small smile, and then frowns a bit, and an sigh, she lightly picks up the black masked, and placed it on, and looked up at the mirror again.
Ready? Came into her mind. She got up from her seat, and bushed her dress down a bit. She picked on a folded fan, and walked out of the powder room, and down a long hallway, with, portraits on either side of the wall of young woman, and men. All were dressed in dresses or suits, and wearing a masked, like one she worn tonight, an black masked decorated with white, swirls that just covered her eyes. At the end of the hall, French style doors stood tall, above her, she slowly went to open the door, when it flew open, startled she took a few steps back. She let out a nerves sigh, as she saw a young man step out of the door, he bowed, and smiled. And then walked down the hall. She turned to watch him leave, and then make
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It hit me like a brick hit's a window, it seemed that my world was over, done with, smashed along with the window that stood by, protected me, I was safe closed in, no one could get in, or out, yes I guess in a way I was taped in my own way to keep safe, but not now, it was gone, smashed with a lonely brick. So now i'm alone and nothing keeping me safe from this messed up world. What can i do? Of course the first thing is to find something, or god forbid someone to keep me safe, hopefully i will find something, and it won't come down to me having to go to some dirty, scary place to find someone, but i got to work fast, it's almost curfew, and I'm completely open, unprotected, not safe.
So I walked around my little shell of
Fall With A Shooting Star.The rain falls down hard, mixing with the sound of the wind and thunder, making it into a live musical symphony. I drum my figures to the beat it plays. humming with the cords of the wind, and the blasts of the thunder. I look up into the sky, the lighting highlighting my face. I can't help but spread my lips into a smile. Closing my eyes, and listing to the sounds around me. My feet begin to move along to the beat, one step at a time. Then I find my self twirling, on one foot, then landing on the other. The rain falls around me, the wind spins me around. The never ending symphony of the storm around me. Not realizing the real danger, with every crackle, and the blast of the boom. Then I fall. I fall with the ending of the last gust of wind, and the last strike of light. The shouts of thunder slowly fade, the darkness slowly surrounding me.Fall With A Shooting Star. in Short Stories More Like This
CollectionI'm collector of sorts. Of beautiful things in my mind. They all have a purpose, if I ever find the right one, of course. See what I gather and collect are keys. Yes keys, and yes I know what your thinking. What kinda of crazy person collects keys. What's the purpose of that, there not worth anything. And that's where your wrong my friend, keys are priceless in my mind, with hundreds of possibilities. See I started to collect keys, when I was younger. It all started when I found a small door in my basement. I searched all though out my house to try and find the missing key to this small mysterious door. Now I did find one key, in the back of my closet that was long forgotten. Well of course when I found this little silver key, I ran back to the basement to try out this little key. My mind racing with thousands of endless possibilities of what could be behind that small door. I placed the key in the lock, and turned, hoping it would open up the tiCollection in Short Stories More Like This
Morning Coffee"Come on let's go!" he say's in a overly happy cheery voice, with a goof-ball type smile on his face.Morning Coffee in Short Stories More Like This
I just sigh into my pillow, and make a grunt. "I don't want to move." I wrap myself up into the blankets like a caterpillar in its cocoon.
He just rolls his eyes, and nudges me on the shoulder. "come on!" he whines.
I peer up from my pillow and look at him, and stare at him, dead in the eyes. "yeah, not going to happen" I say in a sleepy voice. and my head plops back down onto the pillow. "I'm not leaving this spot" I say in the muffled voice against the pillow.
Again, with a roll of the eyes, and a nudge to my shoulder. He get's up, "fine, for now!, but this is not over" He finally gets up from the bed, and wonders into the kitchen like every morning.
I laugh into the pillow, savoring my little victory. I curl up some more into the blankets, knowing very well that he will be back soon, to try and destroy this morning sleepy bl
Out of BreathOut of BreathOut of Breath in Settings More Like This
"i'll chach up with you," she puffed out, and she gave a little tiring smilie..after that the man gave her a smilie, "well ok then" and kept on running..
she beathed slowly and sighed out, the cold air bitting at her face, she gave a another little sigh, this time looking at her breath as she beathed outed, the little cloud that appeared around her face, as she beathed, and she gave a little smilie.,she looked around the road where she stoped to chatch her beath..this was the first time she stop, so the first time she saw this road.."ceapy" she said quietly. she started to walk slowly, but something caught her eye, and little cabbin, off to the side of the road, but not just the cabbin but the man in it, looking out the winddow at her..and narrowed her eyes to see if she could get a better look at the stange man, but he disapeared befour she could get a good look. "i swear i just saw someone there....didn't i?" she shocked her head..and sighed. th
I remember....I remember...I remember.... in Free Verse More Like This
I remember when I use to play dress up.
I remember when I use to play with mommy's makeup.
I remember when I use to play with daddy's shoes.
I remember colouring books.
I remember fridge magnets.
I remember when I took a crayon to the wall.
I remember when i use to put on plays.
I remember singing.
I remember laughing.
Where did that go?
It seems so long ago.
So faint in my mind.
Only lost memories.
Where did the love go?
Where did the family go?
We fell apart.
We got lost.
We, I ran away.
I hid, and ran.
Ran away from the pain.
The lost, the fear.
Now I'm grasping at all ends.
Wanting to find my way back.
To go back in time.
To joy filled days of childhood and youth.
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I walked slowly over to my seat at a nearby table, it was lined with names upon names, to tell us were to sit. As I sat down I looked over to the empty seat, that would have been filled if had the events of last had not happen, and this would have been a glories, and joyful invent, just like weddings are supposed to be like, but not this, and a veil of gloom hung around the room, and you could see the sadness on the people's faces, they would bare an smile or too, for the bride. But you could still not get away from what had just happened less than the week before. As I sat there playing with my name card, I could not help but let my mind wonder to the days before, and what maybe I could have done better.
Introduction:Introduction.:Introduction in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The girl stared down the mirror in front of her. Adjusting her dress, and flatting out the skirt. she picked at her little puffs attached to the sleeves of her dress, making sure they looked perfect. she quickly brushed out her orange hair. Again making sure it looked perfect. in front of her on a red velvet pillow, sat carefully was round golden crown. She picked it up slowly and daintily places in on her head. Satisfied she smiled down at the mirror. A voice then came out of know where behind the door to the girls room, "Princess Swirl?" She turned to look at the door, and rolled her eyes. "Yes!?" she responded to the voice behind the door. "Are you ready, my princess" came the voice a little meeker then before. "If I must be" she said in a low, annoyed voice.
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Surprise - Part Five An Apology
James smiled, and let out a little sigh, and wrapped his arms around her. After a short moment passed, James let out a little cough. "oh, sorry" Violet said quietly as she let go of James and smiled at him, she played with her hands a bit, "i'm very sorry James, for the loss of your sister." James nodded a bit, and let out a tiny sigh, and shooked his head, and looked at Violet and smiled, "it's not your fault Violet, there's no need for you to be sorry" he smiled again. "no need" he said in a whisper.
Violet looked at him with a little frown on her face, it was probably written all over her face that she was, sorry, sad, mad, worried and the list goes on. she was never good at hiding her emotion's, like her mother always use to say to her, 'my deer violet, you must learn how to keep your emotions in check, people can read you like a book'. Mother...she thought, god how i miss her. She knew as long as she was thinking to
A Time ParadoxA Time ParadoxA Time Paradox in Free Verse More Like This
I watch the music breathe
life into you
Always fighting tears
voice shining clean and
You choke back emotion
swift strumming of chords
soft and smooth
hovering before the
Your life happens here
existing only for the moment
you give yourself away
My smile is sad
Somewhere in time
falls for you
I Could Save YouIt was the third day.I Could Save You in Horror More Like This
Wed been locked inside the small room for that long. I couldnt remember the last time I slept. I couldnt sleep anymore. Not when the zombie apocalypse was a real thing, instead of something that only happened in my dreams.
There had been a few scares - dull moans of rotting vocal chords, rough scrapes of flesh against cement, and the incessant banging of dead tissue against steel that happened the night before. Or was it the night before that? There was a physical sense of time, with the old mans watch still ticking away, but no mental sense of time. Minutes were hours, days were seconds. And who knew how long that watch would keep ticking?
Of course, all those scares had been solved with a quick opening of the door and a few blasts from a shotgun. How many shells were left? I stopped counting.
I sat in front of the door, next to the young man that had helped us all to safety. The door was barricaded of course, but how long could a rusty me
Hiding FromHiding FromHiding From in Free Verse More Like This
There are so many places to go,
but today Ill hide in a song.
Let the lyrics be blood
rushing through each vein,
ringing true in both my head
and my heart.
Let the beat slide neatly into
place, a pulse to push me
Ill move to the melody,
animate my lifeless corpse,
nerves twitching with delight.
My soul knows that
I may not be able to breathe
deep in harmonies and chords.
But today I hide here.
I pretend that life is as simple
as a solitary song.
The Spaces BetweenThe Spaces BetweenThe Spaces Between in Free Verse More Like This
I'm writing this one for you.
Imagine the process:
Letters forming syllabic devotion,
words stringing sentences along.
Walls surround every thought,
and with each passing line break,
I try not to crumble.
These are the words you'll never see.
We are an anomaly
beset by drunken forgiveness.
In the wake of our passing
my only concern is
that I was enough for you.
A breath, and hesitation answers.
I'm tired of dwelling on
what is, what could have been.
Our pain lurks in the shadows
that our bodies leave behind.
Evidence of a relationship
Someday we'll look back and laugh.
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This isn't a monsoon.
Just a gentle rise and fall,
a sweet surrender
to the will of clouds
who simply burst at their
A slow breath, in and out,
in time with the rain.
A momentary lapse of reason
hidden inside this bliss.
Russian RouletteRussian RouletteRussian Roulette in Free Verse More Like This
Even if it had been a real gun,
all of us would have still taken
Each individual wanted to be
because it meant our pain
was slowly dulled away
by alcohol and laughter.
We were already gone,
yet willing to take it
one step further.
that's what we wished upon
our hearts. I felt it creep
into the air, unwavering,
As our eyes glazed over,
the sun was rising.
We chose to sleep.
In Another TimeIn Another TimeIn Another Time in Free Verse More Like This
The sweetest of honey
could drench her lips,
but you would never care
to taste its richness.
She hides among the
hills and valleys,
the highs and lows
that leave you gasping.
The heart inside her
struggles at your glance,
squirms in a prison
of bone and hope.
She gives it away
"Destroy the damn thing
before I do."
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It was never me.
We danced and
but only for a second.
I never had
that spark of
rock and roll.
I felt it
slip through my hands.
A beauty that
could not be found.
Only a fragile
something that you
stole and broke
in the dark.
There was always someone else.
Your SympathyI picked up my guitar and wandered out to the balcony. Everyone else was asleep; however, I had slowly traded the day for the night. The stars were comforting because they had nothing left to do but shine. They would listen when no other would.Your Sympathy in Teen More Like This
I strummed aimlessly, trying to find a song inside of me that matched how I felt in that moment. What did I feel? Hopeless. Estranged. Careless. Alone.
It was strange, the way he silently sympathized from across the room - how we could lock gazes and instantly know what the other was thinking. It was frightening sometimes, because usually he was the last person I wanted inside my head. It was a bizarre camaraderie, neither of us getting what we wanted.
A song came, then.
Stranger than your sympathy
And this is my apology
Im killing myself from the inside out
And all my fears have pushed you out
I continued to sing, but with every phrase I carried out, the tears threatened to take my voice away. I had become so lost in the words that
The GhostThe GhostThe Ghost in Free Verse More Like This
on the wind,
nothing could touch you.
Nothing to feel.
And nothing would hurt you.
you slip past existence.
With no one to say your name.
A muffled cry,
and whispers in the dark.
I can still feel you.
You search for something
as I, unable to fill that wanting
stumble quietly through grief.
Do not despair, you will say.
For I am neither living, nor dead.
Just a ghost.
Scorpius's Request EpilogueIt had been days and days and days... And even though Scorpius was really glad that they'd found daddy and super happy that he was able to spend the past few days with Harry and not worrying about where daddy was... he still hadn't been able to see daddy. He was at the hospital, Harry had said and Ron and 'Mione and Mrs. Weas-a-ley and even Mr. Weas-a-ley.Scorpius's Request Epilogue in Drama More Like This
How come he couldn't go see daddy at the hospital? Harry had told him it was because the healers didn't think he should have any visitors yet til they made sure he was all the way okay, but it'd be so long and it wasn't fair.
"Harryyyy," he whined, clinging to Harry's hand. "Pleeeease! I wanna see daddy!"
"I know, Scorpius. I know. That's where we're going."
The boy looked up, puzzled. "You told 'Mione we weren't gonna go to the hop-sikal."
"Well I have to ask him a few questions. We're only stopping in for a few minutes and they still don't want him to have any visitors, so you're going to have to be very quiet whi
Scorpius's Request 8It was easy to forget, sometimes, how much he missed the Burrow when he was away from it. Molly Weasley, as plump and pleased to see him as she always was, bustled over when he strode in with Scorpius and threw her arms around him in a tight embrace. Harry pressed his face into her hair and, smiling, breathed her in. "Hi, Molly."Scorpius's Request 8 in Drama More Like This
"Hello, dear!" She pulled back just enough to scrutinize him. "Oh, Harry, you're always so skinny." He certainly wasn't. Between auror training and the physical demands of his job since, "skinny" hadn't exactly been applicable to Harry in years. But he knew she said the same thing to Ron and to all of her sons, so Harry smiled and didn't argue.
Instead, he nudged the child in front of him. "This is Scorpius Malfoy. Scorpius, say hi to Mrs. Weasley."
His cheeks pinkened, but he held out a hand. Daddy had taught him that it was better to be straightforward. You had to put yourself out there, he said. "Hi, Mrs. Weasley."
Molly, bless her, tugged the child close a
Scorpius's Request 3+4"Of course he couldn't have apparated." Ever logical, Hermione Weasley (nee Granger) shot down Harry's suggestion with a wave of her hand and a single sentence.Scorpius's Request 3+4 in Drama More Like This
"Course he could've," her husband immediately argued. "Left Scorpius behind and come for him later."
"And risk his only son getting found? What if the disillusionment charm had worn off while he'd been gone, Ronald? Honestly."
The boy in question was curled up in Harry's lap, cheek resting against the fabric of the wizard's shirt. He was fast asleep, as far as they knew, and had been since Harry had brought him to the Weasley home. He hadn't wanted to make Hermione travel so late in the day and, well, this situation required more than a chat by floo.
Ron was shaking his head. "Oh, come off it. They wouldn't have gone into the alley Malfoy left the kid."
"How do you know? They obviously attacked without any provocation. He was reacting to the situation in the only way he knew how at the time. He went with instincts."
Scorpius's Request 15Scorpius was bored. Really, really bored. He was so super bored that he kinda wanted to go into that shed Mr. Weas-a-ley had shown him with all the Muggle stuff and organize it. 'Cause it was really messy in there and Scorpius really didn't like messes. At least not really big messes. Little messes were... lived-in. That's what daddy said. A little mess was lived-in. A big mess just needed to get cleaned up.Scorpius's Request 15 in Drama More Like This
So Scorpius didn't like big messes and that shed was one really, really, really, really big old mess. But there were sharp things in that shed and Mrs. Weas-a-ley had said that he shouldn't go into the messy shed without a grown-up. She said Harry'd be real upset if he got hurt.
Scorpius didn't much like the idea of making Harry upset. He liked Harry. Harry was lots of fun and let him eat lots of apple and made even better pancakes than daddy. Not that he would ever say that to daddy 'cause he didn't want to hurt his feelings. He wondered if he'd still get to see Harry once daddy c
Scorpius's Decision 6Harry wasn't entirely sure what to think. Besides the fact that sleepless nights were not conducive to spending a day with a couple of rowdy children. He'd expected Teddy to cause some trouble - he always did. But pairing him with Scorpius? Horrible idea. His godson's excitable personality was clearly rubbing off entirely too easily on Scorpius. The only good news was that the five year old was collapsing twenty minutes after lunch for a nap, Perry as his pillow since the crash had occurred on the floor of the parlor.Scorpius's Decision 6 in Romance More Like This
Kreacher had retreated to his cupboard not long after breakfast and retreat really was the right word for that desperate fleeing. Harry had found himself envying the house-elf, which was rather telling. He knew, though, that he never wanted to deal with these two on his own again. He was getting to Draco as early as possible on Sunday.
Which just brought him back full circle. Since he'd finally gotten Teddy to settle down with a puzzle - "If you do anything loud,
A Malfoy and a PotterHarry didn't remember things being this harried when he was heading off to Kings' Cross for the first time. Sure, he'd sort of just been... dropped off to fend for himself, but packing hadn't taken this long and he certainly hadn't done anything like re-packing. He sighed heavily, earned twin glares from identical pairs of silver eyes.A Malfoy and a Potter in General Fiction More Like This
"Stop whining, Harry. We're almost ready."
"I wasn't whining," he defended and a pale brow arched.
"Of course you were. I could hear it." And then Draco turned back to his miniature to straighten his cloak. "Are you sure you want that ghastly Quick-Quotes quill? You know it only frills up whatever you're trying to write."
Eleven year old Scorpius Malfoy huffed, looking back at his luggage. "I think I should take it. Just in case someone's silly enough to forget their own quill." His smile was just this side of mischievous. "It'll teach them a valuable lesson should they ask to borrow it."
Harry snorted. "Perfect. As long as he doesn't have to op
Scorpius's Decision 1Hermione cried less now. She also slept less. They hadn't had sex in weeks and she kept trying to force her husband to read childcare books, both magical and Muggle. And who in Godric's name wanted to spend their nights reading childcare books when there were other things to do? Like having bloody sex while the baby was still asleep!Scorpius's Decision 1 in Romance More Like This
Harry took in these rants with just enough attention to know when to nod or make an agreeing or disgusted noise. He was behind on his paperwork... again, but it wasn't his fault. It was all Draco Malfoy's fault, him and those advanced copies. They'd kept him awake and distracted for days now, particularly since he'd read both books twice over. He was on a third go-through now, this time really trying to actually do what Draco had asked him to do.
"Alright, Potter, you're getting your advanced copies. But only," he'd added quickly, "if you pay attention to the way they do their job. My previous source couldn't exactly answer all of my ques
Scorpius's Request 19There had been nothing, and it had been a rather anticlimactic day because of that. They'd been able to pick up traces of Goyle's magical signature, but nothing of Greengrass had showed up. Every place they'd hit had been... a dead end. It was bloody frustrating, and coming home to a disappointed Scorpius didn't give Harry the greatest feeling. At least he'd gone back to the Malfoy home and gotten the boy's unicorn.Scorpius's Request 19 in Drama More Like This
Scorpius was curled in his lap, playing quietly with the toy, while Harry went through a few of the folders Hermione had given him. None of the other properties were jumping out at him in the slightest... Nothing else was abandoned, nothing else sold under even slightly suspicious circumstances - another lead, coming to nothing. It was frustrating. Every day they took was another change in the odds of Draco surviving, and those odds were shrinking fast.
Tossing yet another piece of parchment onto the table, Harry sighed and pushed up his glasses to rub at the bridge of his
Scorpius's Request 2Sending him to Potter was a stupid idea. Draco Malfoy paced in the small room he was in, going from doorless wall to doorless wall in quick strides. Step, step, step, turn, step, step, step, turn. There were no doors here, no windows. It was like being in a tastefully decorated box.Scorpius's Request 2 in Drama More Like This
Draco paused, sank onto the couch that was settled in the middle of his box, propped his elbows onto his knees, and rested his chin in his hands. He stared hard at the wall across from him and thought again that sending his son to Harry Potter was stupid. Why would Potter even want to help? He certainly hadn't kept in touch after the Second Wizarding War had ended with Voldemort's defeat. Draco still winced a little at the name, even if it was only in his mind.
That wasn't entirely true, really. Potter had kept his family out of Azkaban and had even returned Draco's wand to him. He sighed, resisted the urge to run his hand through his hair, as he thought of his wand. It hadn't felt like his, not re
Scorpius's Request 5Draco closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, ignoring the urge to wail. His arm had just been wrenched, re-broken just moments after the man had healed it. A backhand had his eyes opening and the unfamiliar man sneered at him. His eyes were a muddy brown, his hair hanging in front of his eyes with a color and texture that reminded him of hay. "Eyes open, Draco." The voice was gruff, something about it just this side of familiar, but Draco just couldn't exactly place it. Who was this? Who was this man and his ever-silent companion?Scorpius's Request 5 in Drama More Like This
"What do you want?" he snapped, taking his gaze over the room. At least he was out of his box... Even though, well, his box had more in it than two chairs, a stool, and a metal table. He resisted the urge to squirm on the stool they'd forced him onto.
"We want to know something."
As if there wasn't blood currently dribbling from a split lip, he angled his head haughtily. "And you couldn't have just asked?" The next fist caught him in the chin, snapping his h