DemonsI willDemons in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
See the world without somebody opening my eyes
Live a life without living a leisure of lies
Say words that myself and I can understand
Give and take without eating the palm of your hand
Make a criminal rage in an innocent street
Break a heart that can't lift itself up to its feet
Change a life that was changing on time of its own
Hurt a father, a sister, a household, a home
Drink the bile of resentment and swallow the dregs
Take the walk of shame proudly, on my battered legs
I will beat back your demons and scream out the truth
My love, I am not an abuser like YOU
LuciferYou embrace me like heavenLucifer in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But hell is your rhyme
Wrap my heart in warm fire
Then burn it with lime
Teach words that are simple
Bring fruit that is sweet
Give a promise, then leave me
To die in the street
You acquaint me with spangles
And dangles and gold
Swear that riches sing heat
But their voices are cold
You're a dancer, a dreamer
A sad, twisting star
You dance and you dream us
Back into the dark
You have promised me lovers
And sanctioned me wealth
You have taken my family
My weakness and health
You have set me on fire
Then struck down the flame
You beat down His children
... But you are to blame
Her EntiretyHer Entirety in Free Verse More Like This
Prince of whispers, this is a
Dream for me
And being mortal, I do not
Dream like you
Caught in your celestial silence
While the licorice night unwinds
Soft, sensuous, willing
I press those rosy lips
In hopes they will kiss back
Sacred prince, I have been
Wandering for a long time
Looking for nothing
Watching for no one
I have kidnapped a host of
Weary, stupid thoughts
Not worth your notice
But oh, he did hear
And my heart wept
You became that something
You became that someone
And the tears shivered from our eyes
Though yours could not weep
Prince of darkness, this is a
Confession, a penance
Being mortal, I have
Sinned too much to care
But I find myself caring now
Wandering, drunken, through starlight
Trailing my thoughts
Sick and remorseful
In a blind search
For you, princeling, are my darkness
You, shining sovereign, are my silence
And I never tasted a whisper
With greater pleasure
Than the night you reared in melody
And saw past this broken he
I Had No BreathI had no breath, so I asked the windI Had No Breath in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
For a word or two, but I can't begin
To describe how much it hurt
To ask him this is the very worst of deeds
Oh, mighty Breather
Have you no life for me?
I had no heart, so I asked the moon
What gives her life in the month of June
But her smile painted darts
"My dearest child, a heart would only bleed."
But sacred Mother
The pain is life to me
Dead SoulDead Soul in Free Verse More Like This
when winter threw a laughing FIT
and spread her powder
on anorexic trees
and the wind coughed
the sullen ice from her
b r i t t l e lungs
"it is too much..."
a whimper, a moan
"i am decay-ing
rusted like silver thread
on a limb less tree."
and i walked on, pensive
FROZEN on my tongue
'til i found winter
and fell in love
with a dead soul
death comes and goesdeath comes and goes in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
and you, my darling, weren't
ready to die. nor
take up his scythe with those
i saw your eyes scream
heard them click open like
a locksmith's heart. you
did your best with tears. but
the gem betwixt your
do you feel it now, i wonder?
does it slip, unobtrusively, like a
sliver 'neath the skin? or
like a fingernail on glass
drawing bloody pictures for
who has no training
like a drunken reveler
he can't hold his
when he closes
shut the case
and locks the fairy in
PurePure in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Her lips are black and wet with blood
Her heart is ever beating love
The tide is Fate; her course is rough
She counts her days with years
She is the rain, but never sky
Some drops are merely meant to die
But with all this, she never cries
Who said angels had tears?
Too sweet to utter in a thought
She sets our brutal force at naught
Her hands are ice; her body hot
But still she soothes our fears
She is the child who hides away
Her gentle eyes are soft in pain
I see her weaken day by day
Yet still she sings, "I'm here."
Her GiftHer Gift in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and I hate myself for longing
something she cannot have, so i
lie awake and pray, sick heart
hoping He listens
hoping He listens, so she will
stop crying a river in vain
like the song, only there are no
words that can describe
words that can describe
her pain are tortuous to me
swept off my feet, and
lying in imagined skies
lying in imagined skies
i think of naught but her, and
all those to follow, wishing
to hold, to touch, to feel
hold, and touch, and feel her
patch the cloaked bruises, so she
won't lie awake and pray, sick heart
and i won't hate myself for longing
SoonSoon in Free Verse More Like This
Warm, throbbing life
Two pairs of lips
One's words, another's tears
'Til a kick rewards
Their loving fantasy
"I am here," she is saying
Saying what only God can hear
Because she can't speak the words
Wallpaper for fairies
A work of art dangles
Laughing eyes to gaze
Two pairs of lips
Share a kiss for remembrance
A kick punctuates
She cannot speak, your angel
But she knows
She is watching you
Smell of morphine
Unpleasant, but they forget
Past the tangle of
Tubes and beats and ticks
They are smiling
These screams are nothing
These tears are nothing
The soul draws breath
And a cry echoes
Open now, to hold
Someone she always knew
A baby's thoughts are so beautiful
Thinking what only God can hear
Because she can't say your name
These Bones and FleshThese Bones and Flesh in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
These bones and flesh, such traitors be
What gives them rest is hell for me
I dream until my mind is sore
Of fear and blood it's seen before
Such happy lies and happy tears
Grow stale and plastic through the years
Until my darkest fear is born
The calming wind before the storm
This little heart; this Queen of ill
Designs to hurt and rob and kill
Until, with agony behest
She leaps and flails within my breast
And makes me scream, as mortals do,
"Oh, God! If Thou wilt pull me through!"
But silence weeps, and so do I
'Tis better still, I think, to die
These dreams and fears my life impede
I've written longer than you need
My hands are hot, my head still cool
The mind is such a weary tool
For ink that bubbles to confess
The very ghouls that haunt my rest
Until I lift these dusty eyes
And rasp, "'Tis better, love, to die."
How to make Mitarashi dangoHow to make Mitarashi dango in Reviews & Guides More Like This
200 g of rice flour
200 ml of hot water
100 ml water
2 1/2 tbsp soy sauce
1 tbsp corn starch
1.) Mix the rice flour and water together.
2.) Knead till dough is as tough as your earlobe.
3.) Fill a pan with water and heat up.
4.) Rip off bite sized pieces of the dough and steam them for 25 minutes
5.) Throw the balls into a bowl and mush together with a wetted wooden spoon.
6.) Knead the dough
7.) Roll out dough into a long stick shape.
8.) With a wetted knife, cut bite sized pieces off.
9.) roll the pieces into balls.
10.) wet skewers and apply an even amount of dumplings to each.
11.) pour sauce over dumplings and enjoy.
1.) Mix all the ingredients in a sauce pan.
2.) Simmer till thickened.
3.) Pour over dangos.
How to make yakitori chickenHow to make yakitori chicken in Reviews & Guides More Like This
2 chicken breasts, cut into about 3/4 inch pieces
1 negi, cut into about 3/4 inch pieces
Bamboo skewers (soaked in water to prevent burning)
For tare sauce (makes about 1/2 cup):
5 Tbsp soy sauce
5 Tbsp mirin
3 Tbsp sake
1 1/2 - 2 Tbsp of sugar *adjust the amount to your preference
A slice of ginger (optional)
Mix sugar, sake, mirin, and soy sauce in a sauce pan and stir well.
Put a slice of fresh ginger, if preferred.
Bring to a boil on high heat and turn down the heat to low and simmer until slightly thickened.
Stop the heat and set aside.
Thread chicken and negi on skewers alternatively.
Grill the skewered chicken and negi over hot coals until the surface of chicken turns white.
Brush the skewered chicken and negi with the sauce.
Grill until cooked through, brushing the sauce a couple of times.
WRONG!Sherlock walked briskly through the London night. He realized that his great coat was open and the chilly air was blowing in. He pulled up his collar, buttoned up and searched his deep pockets for his warm gloves. He'd forgot his scarf. Ahh, typical, he didn't like the cold on his neck.WRONG! in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
What an idiot he was, walking in circles around the perimeters of the flat, leaving John because of his over inflated ego. John was right. He wasn't always right, but he was right this time. Sherlock hated to be wrong. Well, hate was the wrong word, despised made a better attempt.
Okay, he owed John an apology. He'd been a git. Famously. Sherlock sighed, dreading his commitment to that particular dialog. Maybe he could provide an apologetic gift; one that would not require a verbal accompaniment? What do you give a man of very stodgy tastes? He cleaned up well enough when it suited him, but most of the time his idea of style was at least 12 degrees below Sherlock's standards. Being a military man and a
Wounded in ActionCaptain John WatsonWounded in Action in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Captain Watson was out visiting a school for girls in Afghanistan; one of several that where opening in small pools of relative peacefulness. His interpreter, a local whom everyone called Bob, was invaluable and constantly at his side as he talked to the new teacher and her charges. The young girls were shy and withdrawn, but when he brought forth back packs with school supplies they become much more excited and bright eyed.
"Please tell her that this is everything she requested from our last visit and does she have another list for me now?" Bob was genuinely gladdened by the British Captains generosity to the young girls who would normally have no education offered to them at all. Change was good. He conveyed the message and the young teacher brought forth another list.
Everyone was smiles and laughter; everyone crowded around Watson as he opened bags full of pencils, paper, erases and crayons, minor items that meant the world to these tiny souls
The dreams in which I'm dyingOne shotThe dreams in which I'm dying in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Are the best I've ever had
(from Mad World by Gary Jules)
That first evening with Sherlock after 'The Study in Pink' case; John walked around the darkened rooms, peeking into Sherlock's open bedroom door. It took a while for the consulting detective to motor down after the death of the serial killer cabbie. Now he was sleeping, peacefully; a jumble of long limbs thrown carelessly upon the bed. It was good to see Sherlock finally at peace. He slept in the all-together, John smiled at that.
[What a quirky young man,] John thought, [brilliant, but eccentric as they come. Would life always be like this living in the wake of a genius like Sherlock Holmes?]
John had killed the cabbie that night, but to protect Sherlock, he would have gladly killed him every night for the rest of his life. Sherlock was alive, so vibrant, a magnet of personality. His genius had a price though; he needed training in the art of human relationships, in his 'timing'. Oh and there wa
Molly's rewardAfter the Reichenback FallMolly's reward in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Molly," Sherlock began, "without your assistance I would be dead now. I wanted to thank you, but more than that I wanted to let you know that I am in your debt. Please, if there is anything I can do for you. Anything at all, I will pay that debt as you desire."
Molly looked into his eyes, then embarrassed, looked down to her hands in her lap.
"Don't be shy, Molly." Sherlock encouraged her. "I won't bite unless you want me to." He smiled at her and not in a manipulative way; she could tell when he was doing that.
She'd seen Sherlock manipulate people. He could be more charming than anyone she knew. He could give fake smiles and fake tears. He could twist anyone and his dog around his little finger. That was just the way Sherlock was. He got what he wanted with a carrot or a very large stick.
"Well, you don't have to come up with something right this minute," he said.
Sherlock lifted her hand with his; touching his fair lips to the back of that
I'm Not Okay (How Sherlock faked it)Molly and SherlockI'm Not Okay (How Sherlock faked it) in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Molly had never seen Sherlock like this. He looked fragile.
"If I wasn't everything that you think I am, everything that I think I am? Would you still what to help me?" Sherlock said his face no longer a mask, but a transparency filled with self doubt, hurt and fear.
"What do you need?" Molly had asked with certainty.
"You." Sherlock had answered. Never in his life had he ever needed to ask for help.
She had been the first to notice that Sherlock was sad when John wasn't looking. She knew what that meant. She knew that something was very wrong, something fatally wrong and when Sherlock had turned to her for help; she'd become what she had always been, someone Sherlock could count on and trust with his life.
Now as they wheeled Sherlock into the morgue, she helped her aides lift him onto her table. She checked his vitals and moved to a nearby tray. There a syringe waits filled with antidote for the drug that Sherlock had swallowed after the fall. Molly
Man on FireSherlock arrived at the scene of the house fire just in time to see John enter the erupting inferno.Man on Fire in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"John, NO!" he'd screamed unheard above the cacophony of emergency vehicles and the roar of the fatal fire. "There's no one in there!"
Sherlock charged towards the flames, only to be held back by the arriving fire fighters.
"You can't go in there, Sir" the fire fighter advised him, "it's gone beyond "
Sherlock didn't let him finish, pushing through, he ran head-long into the fire to search for John.
Inside, roiling black smoke and incredible heat kept Sherlock on the floor, crawling on his belly.
"JOHN!" Sherlock shouted repeatedly. "John, come toward the sound of my voice."
Sherlock couldn't see, so he closed his eyes and sharpened his hearing. His brain sorted through the incoming data and deleted anything not pertinent to his search.
He heard the tiny rasp of voice against the wall of sound that engulfed him. He moved toward it as fast as the fire would let him.
Mrs. Sherlock HolmesWell hello, Mrs. Holmes," John said looking at the brand new Mrs. Sherlock Holmes as she walked into the flat. "And how are you this morning, Molly?"Mrs. Sherlock Holmes in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I'm so happy," she smiled beatifically and took a seat across from John. Both are dressed in their gowns and slippers.
"I hope your first night together was well received? Not meaning to pry, Molly. I did give Sherlock a crash course in sex, sensuality and female anatomy."
"I have to say that Sherlock is a fast learner, John. I would never have guessed that it was his first time. No premature ejaculation, not one." She smiled broader and she looked so delightfully lovely.
"I'm so glad," he said. John is visible relieved.
"I've made breakfast downstairs, John. We want you to come and join us. Sherlock says breakfast is always better with you around.
"I think he mainly says that because he tries to wheedle me into doing the dishes," John says humorously.
"Please, John, we are all family and always will be." Molly could coax an oyster
Talking SexOne shotTalking Sex in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
John was reading the paper when Sherlock walked by wearing a towel and carrying a biscuit in one hand and a book in the other.
"Sherlock, would you mind if I asked you a really personal question?"
"Humm what John?"
"You have told me that relationships are not your area. That everything else is transport. Does that mean you've never dabbled in relationships at all? Does that mean you are asexual?" John was being very sincere.
"I now have numerous 'relationships', John, you being a prime example. I know you were asking about physical relationships. I'm really not enamored of the chemical fallout that physical sex engenders; there that was easy wasn't it?"
"Wait, wait that was too easy," John was totally skeptically.
"So you want the long version, John? Okay." Sherlock sat in his chair facing John; placing his book and biscuit on the nearby table.
"I first experienced unconditional love and steadfast loyalty through you John. You constantly educate me
What is love, John?One ShotWhat is love, John? in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
John had a subdued fierceness about him. He carried himself well and was not above speaking his mind. Sherlock liked that about him. The more time he spent with the short, brave, outspoken man, the more comfortable he became. Sherlock wasn't comfortable with many people at all. Mrs. Hudson. Yeah, that was it, well maybe a bit of Lestrade.
The first time John Watson had walked through that door at Bart's, Sherlock had felt a tinge of something. Strange that. He never felt at all. He'd walled off feelings, built the barricades tall and strong against those pesky problematic emotion things. But there it had been, a sensation that he'd never felt before.
He'd seen the psychosomatic limp and immediately his mind worked to solve the problem. That was what his mind did, all the time. Solve the problem; whether it was a serial killer or a psychosomatic limp. So inside his 'study in pink' case he'd placed his solution for John's limp. Redirection, he'd redirected
AloneJohn had the flat to himself. Sherlock had been called to the station and left his injured John at home. He'd sprained his ankle from a slip and fall. It wasn't a bad sprain. He was using his old cane, but it did make getting around a bit painful. Sherlock was being a complete mother hen. So it was nice to be alone, quiet and unfettered by Sherlock's constant attentions. With Sherlock it was feast or famine. That's the way it was with the worlds only consulting detective, John had to get his quiet when he could.Alone in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He'd finished his latest blog entry. Rubbing his tried eyes, thinking about what needed his attention next.
"Well, I don't think there is anything really urgent right now." John said sleepily. He was sitting on the couch, so he just set his notebook on the coffee table and lay down on the couch. Elevating his dodgy leg he decided a nap was a good use of his time.
He slept, longer than he had thought. For when he woke the sun had set outside. He sat up and reached to turn a lamp
Maybemaybe there is no loveMaybe in Free Verse More Like This
and maybe there's just passion
and saying yes instead of no
in such a cryptic kind of fashion
to not be revealed
to not be understood
it's not about what you feel
but the feeling is too good
you act on purpose
but purpose is acting upon you
and then you're losing
learning how to deal with truth
don't get it twisted
I write this just because I can
and it needs no fixing
cause I don't really give a damn
We go to sleepI go to sleep to dream about youWe go to sleep in Free Verse More Like This
I go to sleep to hide from the truth
I want to lock my pain out of my life
I lost myself between written lines
You go to sleep to forget about me
You go to sleep to hide from your fears
Inside of the cage you lost your own pulse
Inside of the dream you don't care about rules
We go to sleep to dream about us
We go to sleep to reach out for the stars
We go to sleep to never stop
We go to sleep just to wake up .
Dark lightThe light will lead you to the darknessDark light in Free Verse More Like This
but darkness will lead you back to light.
This methis heart no longer beats for youThis me in Free Verse More Like This
this soul no longer cries for you
this body no longer desires you
this head no longer thinks of you
this me is long forgotten about you....
Something for someone was everythingSomething for someone was everything in Free Verse More Like This
something cannot be repaired
something was never a truth
something has already failed
something reminds me of you
someone will sleep in my bed
someone will tell me the truth
someone will have to amend
someone but surely not you
everything i had is to erase,
cause everything was two faced.
everything was such a freaking maze
now everything is burning in flames
The games of love and sexI'm either drunk or mad.The games of love and sex in Free Verse More Like This
Or both ...
but I don't care
I just want you
so freaking bad...
You drive me insane..
I don't remember my name
I don't remember yours too
I just wanna play this game
yes, I wanna play with you
You'll be my prey
and I'll haunt you down
cause I'm not the same
I'll tear you apart
I'll ravish your body
until you will scream
I'll be your naughty,
your wildest dream.
I crave to touch you, crave to mark you with my name,
I want to explore you so don't be ashamed.
I will love you with passion,
I will be so gently rough,
that you'll be screaming my name at top of your lungs.
But we're not making love so don't be mistaken,
we're just playing game to take and to be taken.
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We ride this night
Come on, raise your hands
We live just one life
Raise your faith, time to believe
Time to live, time to scream
Let’s go, we will rock this night
Here we come, up to sunlight
Raise your head and breathe
Open your eyes and finally see
It’s time for us to believe
Come on, live, breathe, feel
Now or never, wake up your dreams
It’s time for us, time to break free
We’ll ride this night until sunrise
We need no map, we need no guide
Come on, we gonna be just fine
We gonna burn and shine so bright
It’s time to voice your inner desire
It’s time for actions, it’s time for riot
Here we go, let’s get even higher
We gonna burn brighter than a fire
You and I, we are the same
Cause we have faith in our veins
You and I, we’ll never fail
Because it’s time for us to live
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Nothing to be seen
Deep dark thoughts
Pulsating inside me
Fists on the stone
Knuckles in blood
What have I done?
Where have you gone?
Roses on the grave
Thorns in my heart
I’ve turned into a slave
Slave of my mind
Tears instead of words
I have nothing left to say
I'm surrounded by the tombs
And this is where I'll stay
One day they will come
To take away my soul
To fully break me down
So I won’t be reborn
But I’m not afraid
I’m too tired of fears
So here I will remain
Shedding my last tears
I want this to be a night to remember
I want this to be a night to forget
Cause the eternity of our forever
Seem to come to its end
On my own (terms)to forgetOn my own (terms) in Free Verse More Like This
to let go
to hold on
I wanna die
cause I said so
to pull the trigger
to laugh into death face
I'm not suicidal
Forgive me for all this
I'm really sorry
but it fits
to give comfort
to not let go
and no, don't let me go
but please no pep talks
just let me cry
let me get off
I just wanna find something to live for
I'm on my own with this fight
it's fine I can handle it
with my own fucking ways
either ending or continue it
but it'll be me and only me who's gonna be facing this
Inspirational loveI have nothing to write aboutInspirational love in Free Verse More Like This
I'm all written out
No emotions left to feel
No goal to fulfill
There is just emptiness inside
Should I write about that?
My mind is wondering
My muse is asleep
Memories still lingering
And I want them to keep
But still, I'm lack of the words
Lack of ideas and decent thoughts
Emotions are frozen in the stillness
It's not right, it feels like an illness
My lovely ghost will you show up?
Will you give that feeling to write about?
Give me that sensation of being alive
Just a moment to see you in front of my eyes
I'll be waiting for my ghost to come back
My muse, my inspiration, everything I lack
I will be waiting so I can start write again
Until that moment I'll be drinking my pain
The Avengers - Out of my comfort zone - Day 1The Avengers - Out of my comfort zone - Day 1 in General Fiction More Like This
The day has come. Steve and Tony were in Tony's limo, Tony already pouting as Steve didn't let him drive in one of his cars and they needed a chauffeur, and Tony firmly declined taking other means of transportation besides his cars or his suit. Steve mocked him at the suit comment, reminding him that he won't be able to take off his suit later on. And then he proposed to take them on their bike and it was Tony's turn to mock him, telling him that they won't be able to take their baggages that way. And Tony didn't travel light. Steve had to fight the urge to look through his lovers baggages to find out if he wasn't smuggling any forbidden devices, breaking the rules of their bet, making Steve a winner. But he trusted Tony. And now Steve gently put his hand on Tony's knee, giving it a loving squeeze.
"I still don't know why I was not allowed to take my car," he grumbled.
"Tony, I told you that there is no parking there."
"We could leave it on an attendant parking."
"For a whole
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Tony shifted in his sleep uncomfortably. A beam of sunlight was flashing directly on his face. He lazily opened his eyes. The blinds were up. It must have been Steve. He turned around on the bed, facing the side of the bed where the blonde usually slept. Yep, he was gone. He hear a low sound of rushing water coming from the bathroom.
Tony placed his hand on the creased sheets, sliding it up and down as looking for a familiar shape. He grunted, shutting his eyes. He was still sleepy. As his hand slid up he felt something under his fingers. He half-opened one of his eyes. He was looking at a blue covered notebook. Tony sat up, crossing his legs, one hand holding the rectangular object, other one scratching the back of his head. He lift up the notebook to his eyes, as examining it. It wasn't his.
"Heey, Steeve..." he drawled the words, his voice still raspy from sleep.
Tony heard the bathroom door open. Steve took a step out of the room, wiping his face with a towel. He was freshly shaved
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disclaimer - idea taken from a Stony tumblr click - blowing raspberries and tickling, FLUFF!
"Babe, wake up."
Tony groaned in response, breathing deeply. He was lying in bed entangled in covers. Somehow he knew it was still too early for him to wake up.
"Tony, wake up."
Steve slipped under the covers, getting closer to Tony until he could drape himself over the smaller man.
"Hey, wake up, you promised that we are going out today," he said, kissing Tony's temple. Tony groaned again.
"Later," he grunted.
"Now, you knew that we are going out and you were not supposed to work till morning, it's the last day of the exhibition, wake up," Steve gave him a last kiss on his temple and got up, pulling the covers to Tony's waist. He shuddered at the sudden cold and pulled them up again. Steve looked impatiently at him. He didn't intend to get up. He sat again on the bed, pulled the covers down and planted a wet
The Avengers - Nightmares - TonyThe Avengers - Nightmares - Tony in Drama More Like This
A harsh light straight in his face. Someone was screaming at him. The voice belonged to a male. It was brash and impatient. He couldn't understand him. He wanted to tell him that he doesn't know what is he saying, but before he opened his mouth, his head was plunged into the water. He struggled, he didn't expect that. It was painful, he was gasping for air, but just swallowed water. As he felt the lack of oxygen getting into his head, he was violently pulled out by the hair. He gasped, trying to catch his breath. Now more voices were screaming at him. They were all hostile. Too many of them, they all mixed into one incoherent chatter. He screamed that he doesn't understand, but they were not listening. Again his head was plunged into the water. This time for longer. He felt weaker, he didn't have any strength to struggle anymore. Just let him die. He was pulled out and painfully tossed to the ground. Coughing up the water he opened his eyes. He was not alone. He was facing a man. Th
The Avengers - Not invincibleThe Avengers - Not invincible in Drama More Like This
"Come to bed."
It was past midnight. Steve was standing in Tony's lab, near the entrance, watching his boyfriend sitting at the desk, back slumped, hands constantly moving, as he was reaching them for new tools, never stopping, never slowing down.
"In a minute," came the short reply.
"You said that an hour ago.." blond sighed deeply. Lately Tony spent most of his nights working. It wasn't nothing new, he usually did that, but what followed it, was sleeping till noon. Now, he was coming back nearly at dawn, just to get 1-2 hours of shallow sleep and then run off for S.I. board meetings. Board meetings lasted for few hours, and when he was back it was with a huge stack of paperwork and after few more hours of just reading and signing, or hanging on a phone, negotiating, yelling, pacing all around, he changed from a suit in his work clothes and was back in the workshop for few more hours. And it lasted for over a week now.
"Tony, you can't continue living like that.." Steve
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"Tony, you are so.. So.."
"What, Steve, I'm what?!"
"Spoiled, Tony, you are spoiled!!"
"Spoiled?! Who's spoiled?! What do you mean I'm spoiled?!"
"You know damn well!!"
"I don't know, maybe you should enlighten me!!"
They were standing on the different sides of the rooms shooting daggers at each other. Steve hated days like this. Somehow they started arguing. And one thing pulled the other, turning their bickering into a full brawl. And Steve usually backed down in such moments, but this time he knew he was right and wasn't planning on giving up. He took a deep breath, trying to calm down, knowing that shouting will just make Tony shout more.
"Tony, I mean that you never help me around the house.."
"I don't need to help you, you don't need to do that either, we have robots for that!"
"Tony, let me finish, okay?!" he snarled, making Tony quiet, but still eyeing him in a quiet protest. Steve sighed. "Babe, you know that usually I don't mind cooking or cleaning for you, but sometimes I ne
Dinner For Your Beloved6:26Dinner For Your Beloved in Short Stories More Like This
Sesame Chicken from Golden Lotus for dinner.
You know some people use "please" when making a request.
It wasn't a request.
That's across London, Sherlock!
John, I haven't eaten for three days.
And whose fault is that?
The murderer. Keep up.
Oh, you solved it, then?
No, John, I have the name of the murderer but I haven't solved the case.
Alright, no need to get sarcastic.
There is every need. You won't get Chinese.
I'll get you Chinese, just not from Golden Lotus. There's the cafe right near the flat.
Their Sesame Chicken is too dry. And they drench their fried rice in soy sauce.
Then order something else! Or we could
Fifteen Things You Didn't Know About Molly Hooper1. She has a twin brother. Timothy is his given name but everyone calls him Al. She's not really sure why, but it was a name he chose in primary school and it stuck. He always calls her Lolly. It's better than the more common "Molls" which has always irritated her for some reason. Al works for a publishing company in London and always keeps hers up to date on the newest books that are being released and book signings or special events. He even got her an autographed copy of Deathly Hallows.Fifteen Things You Didn't Know About Molly Hooper in General Fiction More Like This
2. As you probably gather from the previous fact she is a total bookworm. Seriously, she reads constantly. Even at the dinner table. Especially at the table, because it distracts her from the fact that she is eating alone. She will read anything you give her except romance novels. They're depressing because they give unrealistic expectations. But sci-fi, historical fiction, horror, detective novels, fantasy, classic literature, poetry, mythology are all in her library. Which basically is her entire
Happy Halloween - 221BSherlock emerges from his room as the clock approaches 1:00am. Restless, thanks to a murder case, his plan is to research uncommon poison delivery methods in hopes it might jolt something within his vast mind.Happy Halloween - 221B in Short Stories More Like This
His steps are halted by the sight that greets him in the sitting room. John, passed out on the couch, surrounded by an impressive assortment of Halloween decorations. Earlier that afternoon John discovered Sherlock's fondness for the holiday and instantly became animated with the determination to celebrate it. He rushed to the shops for spider webs and skeletons before Sherlock could protest. Sherlock set to work whilst John embraced the spooky season.
Sherlock deduced that John must've exhausted himself in his over-exuberance, thus landing in a sleepy heap upon the couch instead of attempting the journey to bed. Sherlock felt a small smile working its way onto his face as he surveyed John's handiwork. Every piece of furniture was covered in spiderwebs, which where adorned with p
Breakfast8:04Breakfast in Short Stories More Like This
Breakfast is ready.
I've prepared breakfast. Come downstairs.
You made breakfast!?
Isn't that what I just said?
You're serious? You made breakfast?
You're rather slow this morning. When I said I would shag you senseless I didn't mean to do so literally.
No - It's just - You never cook.
That doesn't mean I'm incapable of doing so.
Never said you couldn't. I'm just surprised you did. Are you up to something?
What would I be up to that would result in breakfast?
I don't know. Experiment maybe? Broke something and this is your apology.
If it was an experiment notifying you would alter the results. And your second suggestion is simply preposterous.
You're right. Apologizing isn't your style.
I do apologize!
Only on the rarest of occasions and certainly not in advanced.
So does this have anything to do with our being newlyweds?
Another Fifteen Things1. She usually does her best to avoid conflict. She doesn't enjoy arguing and really, really hates fighting. But she does on occasion. The most memorable was when she got into a fight when she was fifteen. She was in the hallway getting books from her locker when she heard a couple of rugby jocks hurling gay slurs at a friendly boy who sat behind her in history, Evan. She shouted at them to leave him alone, which they ignored, of course. Then they shoved him against the locker. Furious, she chucked her literature textbook across the hall at them without a thought and hit one of them on the head. It wasn't a well thought out attack and she probably would've gotten the crap beaten out of her if it hadn't been for Al. He was tall for his age and known around the school as being someone you didn't mess with. They tackled her to the ground and landed her a black-eye before Al threw them off. He insisted on taking pictures of her with that black-eye because he was "So damn proud."Another Fifteen Things in Humor More Like This
2. Her mot
The Wedding Part 1 - Stag Party *STAG PARTY*The Wedding Part 1 - Stag Party in Short Stories More Like This
You should have come with us!
You know I don't enjoy noise, crowds and idiotic behavior. Pubs are prolific in all three.
Your no fun.
Don't you mean "You're"?
You're intoxicated aren't you?
Nop. Well maybe a tadd.
Tad only has one D. And I'm assuming you meant 'Nope'? Obviously incorrect.
You've mentioned that before.
Ive just noticed that its true in boht meanings of the wrod. You act like a smart-arse and you've got a smatr lloking arse.
Was that supposed to be a compliment? Because it lost its charm amidst the third spelling error.
Whats smoeothing I've ever done?
Whats somthing I h
.green children. in Free Verse More Like This
up and out
of their beds -
the sun smiles,
and reaches down
to embrace them
.i've got a few bones. in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
in my closet but they aren't
mine, they don't quite fit
.death has a way. in Free Verse More Like This
of assuring you
that he is your
he's the only
one that will
stay with you
reach the end
.a storm breaks inside. in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
his mouth; my name washes up
on his tongue, stranded
.one day the earth will dim;. in Free Verse More Like This
the light in the sun will flicker and die,
and the moon will sigh and roll over,
keeping her back to the world
our shadows will say farewell
to our bodies, and go their own
way in the darkness
.some people are dead. in Free Verse More Like This
long before they die -
there's just no burial
for the spirit
FOURRake in all your time you've spentFOUR in Free Verse More Like This
Inside you wish you knew how to handle it
Something stirs within your soul
Ended silence when the last light grows
Beneath your tomboyish facade
Reach out in hopes she'll understand
Anything but this one last resort
Veering into misery
Ending fights when fate transforms
Take a deep breath before you fall
Another step and then risk it all
Nothing will ever be the same
Grope your way into the unknown
Lanterns calling you back home
Ending it all with one swipe of a blade
Deep breath as the crown is returned to it's place
Driving forward against the breeze
Riding fast along the wind
Another step away from what you want
Giving it all up for what's right
Onward we'll fly 'til our last breath
Nights in the sky on the back of our enemies
Something changes and the tables will turn
Just one little taste of what it's like to be seen
As everyone passes through me
Couldn't I just know my purpose?
Keeping sane is a task I can't feat
Marching on into the black abyss
Jenga BlocksMy sanity's a skyscraperJenga Blocks in Free Verse More Like This
Jenga blocks built high
Towering over the outside world
Made of aspects of my life
Each block is something, for everything is
But each day confiscated is a piece
A falter here, a slip-up there
A power-hungry beast
Ever so slowly that tower high
The Jenga blocks stacked tall
Destabilizes with the pull
Of each side of the wall
And life will keep on teasing, teasing
Until the blocks are through
No longer stable, the tower's done
It crumbles through and through
The Sweetest Snowflake [Happy Anniversary, RotG!]The Sweetest SnowflakeThe Sweetest Snowflake [Happy Anniversary, RotG!] in General Fiction More Like This
Snowflakes drifted heavily to the ground, coating Burgess in a thick blanket of white. Jack glided across the wind, soaring over treetops and houses until he reached the small, somber meadow he had been aiming for. This was no place for the Guardian of Fun, but this was one thing he knew was necessary. Thoroughly inspecting the names carved onto each tombstone, Jack scoured the eerie graveyard until he reached one small, cracking grave whose name made him fall to his knees.
EMMA HARRIET OVERLAND BYRNE
WIFE, MOTHER, SISTER, FRIEND
Jack mustered all the strength dwelling within him to not have a complete breakdown right then and there. Not that it mattered. Nobody could see him, anyways. Falling to his knees, he clasped his arms tight around his chest and closed his eyes, seeing the blurry memory of Emma's terrified face as she stood upon the cracking ice. But what hurt the most was that he always remembered her. Not as his sister, no. Those rememb
Fan-xietyThis tightening feeling inside my chestFan-xiety in Free Verse More Like This
This racing heart won't quit it
This newfound love for a new fiction
Driving my sanity to the sky with it
My hands, they shake
My knees, they tremble
All while my breathing speeds
I try everything to clear my mind
Though everything it seems to feed
And while this new fan-session rings
I can't even think like myself
A new obsession taking over me
A new fandom upon the shelf
RIP, Little Almost LoveRIP, little almost loveRIP, Little Almost Love in Free Verse More Like This
Please don't try to care too much
I don't expect you to think of me
As I fade into a memory
RIP, little almost love
I'll try not to cry too much
Though this emptiness, it sinks into me
I wish I didn't love you, truly
RIP, little almost love
This didn't end like I thought it would
And now I'm just a hazy thought
Reaching out though I know I can't touch
RIP, little almost love
I wish things were different between us
But my unspoken words trifled the chance
Abandoned without a romance
RIP, little almost love
I'll try not to miss you much
I envy her and how much you love her
But if she makes you happy, who am I to stop her?
RIP, little almost love
This broken wall has finally been demolished
You never noticed it before
Until you came knocking at my door
RIP, little almost love
It almost seemed like you cared enough
These bricks were crumbling but you fixed them up
Only to leave me in the dust
RIP, little almost love
The mallet's shattered whatever's been salvaged
Cycle of a Broken HeartDusk welcomes the burial of my perfectly good heartCycle of a Broken Heart in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Shattered without even the chance for love to start
For the one single soul it yearned for most
Didn't notice and claimed a new host
Midnight stars console my depress'ed soul
Keeled over, teary-eyed, in it's giant hole
Wishing that I was the one he chose
To have and to hold, his delicate rose
Morning sunrise welcomes a new beau
The cushion to fall back on which softens the blow
He is the refuge I take comfort in
Though not as passionate as that first sin
Afternoon cycles such indecision
Which do I stay with, who I love within?
The one who has already been stolen
Or the one who I have started to console in?
The dusk once again returns with it's sorrow
The sun asleep before the come of tomorrow
And so the cycle endlessly courses
Until I, too, am buried beneath with the corpses
TrichCalloused fingers pull at hairTrich in Free Verse More Like This
The tingle fueling further
Your mind won't listen, your brain won't work
Your fingers quake trying to fight the crave
The roots of your hair tingling, begging for more
Like a drug, it pulls you in
Lures you close and traps you
It feels so good to let it out
But the result is less than satisfying
Reflecting back at you, a damaged face
Pieces, strands, locks missing
Fill in the gaps upon your face
Keep your addiction hidden
The shameful ways of those cursed
The trich, it grows, it itches
The constant circle of crave, pleasure, doubt
An endless cycle never breaking
Like a smoker you inhale the satisfaction
Of pulling, tugging, gripping
Retrain your brain, reteach the ways
You try anything and everything
For to be free from the shackled reform
Of such an addiction, such sweet, far-gone goal
Don't surrender to the trich
I Love You SoI love you soI Love You So in Free Verse More Like This
And it's sad you know
But what makes things worse
Is I'm trapped and cursed
Because you can't see
Things the same as me
And while you disappear
I'll still be right here
My head against the door
Always wanting more
After you've moved on
Because you were strong
You turned the lock
And the key's been forgot
Yet I'm handcuffed here
Because I lived in fear
And now I have to watch
You go run off
With some other girl
Though you're my whole world
old memories of youdigging up old memories of youold memories of you in Free Verse More Like This
swimming, overwhelming, drowning in blue
a nonexistent symphony
such a meaningful melody
cut short by the slice of reality
scissors sharp, their clarity
your signature etched on the scar
jagged where it broke my heart
for what this horrid, fake charade
clings so dearly to the space
where clear love had once vacated
but now this love has grown outdated
a dying soul from your embers wake
newly refined from her mistakes
a dagger impaling fate's fair wound
now sings a much different tune
prevent repeating history
no newheart stolen away from me
protect with all the power you yield
for one lost life on the battlefield
burying these old memories of you
conceal the pain they put you through
and though they'll never know of your pain
the same monster shant be slain
Reality CheckToo often I have to remind myself of the raw, honest truth rather than idly drowning in false hope over impossible daydreams. There are far too many instances where I perceive reality through these disgusting rose-colored glasses, as if everything is traveling in this neat little row down an optimistic path, that every passenger is the character I imagine them to be rather than who they truly are. Perhaps I've filled my empty head with too many fairytales, covering up the harsh, cold truths that princes on white horses and magic love potions do not exist. Instead, I must keep reminding myself of the grit of the real world that grinds against your bare flesh until you stain the gravel with your naive blood. The only absolute way to shield yourself from the cruelty of living is to build your walls high and rarely let a single soul enter or else they may navigate those winding, internal mazes and end up crushing the delicate organ they were erected to protect. After all, trust is somethinReality Check in Sketches More Like This
BBC Sherlock: Twinkle, twinkle little starSherlock was hunched over his microscope, observing intently strands of hair sandwiched between panes of glass, when the silence that blissfully permeated the flat was broken by the sound of footsteps coming from downstairs. The detective pricked up his ears. Obviously, the commotion was made by John, who else? Sherlock wouldn't be himself though if at this point he didn't try to deduce his lover's state of mind. He always knew beforehand how John felt. And today John seemed happy. Excited, possibly. That was... odd. Normally, after a full day at work John was dead on his feet and barely able to crawl up the stairs. What happened? Sherlock was mildly intrigued, but his face remained expressionless. He had to maintain his image.BBC Sherlock: Twinkle, twinkle little star in Romance More Like This
John quickly ran up the stairs, jumping two steps at the time, his smile radiating throughout the whole apartment.
"Sherlock!" He shouted in an upbeat tone the moment he placed his foot in the living room.
"I'm in the kitchen." Sherlock was absolutely unfazed.
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
BBC Sherlock: Marbles on glassSherlock was about to take a leap when he felt a vibration in his pocket. That really surprised him, causing him to open his eyes and relax his tensed muscles. Since he died three years ago his phone was always silent. The only person who could be texting him was Mycroft, but he never did that. He preferred to call him or meet him in person. Still, Sherlock kept carrying his old phone. It was just a habit from his previous life and not a necessity. Not anymore.BBC Sherlock: Marbles on glass in Drama More Like This
He produced the phone from his navy blue jacket, which he truly hated, and glanced at the screen.
Hellooooo, Sherlock! -JM
Sherlock stared at the message, his face expressionless. After a while, his fingers began to move seemingly without his will as he typed and sent the text.
I think I should be surprised that you're alive, but truth be told: I am not. -SH
The reply came almost instantly.
I wasn't surprised that you're alive, as well. You're rather predictable, Sherly. -JM
So are you, my dear Jim. - SH
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
Just For A SecondPlease can you imagine for meJust For A Second in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
just for a second...
Both of us...
That's all I dream about
I don't have the imagination
To think of the specifics
Like how it would happen
What we'd be like together
Why we'd be happy
But when I let myself dream
I imagine us...
And while I know
You don't dream about me
You don't know me
Or whether I can truly
Make you happy...
I want you to imagine that
Just for a second,
And tell me if I can try
To make it real.
Unsaid truths and spoken hateunsaid truths and spoken hateUnsaid truths and spoken hate in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
will forever be how I remember you.
I won't remember your petite
and deliciously sweet smile.
I won't remember the nervous way
you'd embrace me
as though my open arms
might be retracted at any moment.
I won't remember your kindness
wrought from a belief you deserved
none of what life had been willing
to bless upon you.
I won't remember how I nearly loved
every little part of you
from your crooked smirk
to your large hands
molded perfectly to fit in mine.
I will remember your cowardice
your fear of the possibility of my love.
I will remember your lies
whispered sweetly to me
in that empty library
of how you thought
we could last together.
I will remember all the embittered
and loving words
which choked me as you forced
How To Show A Girl She Can Love HerselfWhen you see her cryHow To Show A Girl She Can Love Herself in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
you get a rag,
a gentle delicate clothe
lovingly grasp her hand
and dab its tip
to dry each tear as they come
and ask each drop
why it'd leave
such beautiful eyes.
If she wishes
to be in the sky
Tell her to go
Take the sun ransom
And replace it in the sky
So you can see her every morning
and plead for her
To return each night.
When you see her scars
gently like you might
caress the broken wing
Of a dove
and remind her
that for every hurt
that she's survived
has only made her
that much more unique
that much stronger.
Show her that she is worthy of love
That she deserves the love
she fears to give...
show her so that
one day after you're