Just Smile...Perhaps I should confess to you,Just Smile... in Free Verse More Like This
That I am trapped within this box of crushing insecurity...
Screaming as I shatter my nails against the wall.
But I'm sure you'll tell me to just smile and wave.
We Poets Are Frustrated...We Poets Are Frustrated...We Poets Are Frustrated... in Free Verse More Like This
I am sure that you have all experienced this feeling:
A masterpiece eclipsed by the baying of a brat!
A raucous rhyme, so emotionally raw;
Shadowed by a child's melancholia...
Alone in the darkness, you lick your lips and growl.
Your anger, so evidently understandable; yet you forget your own abilities!
In despair, my dearest sibling, you have forgotten — yourself
Why fear an obstacle so easily overcome?
Why shred your works with such heavy tears?
Have you forgotten that we are the original craftsman?
Our tongues birthed as our chisels and axe!
We need only take these simple themes
And corrupt them with all our twisted fears...
This hatred inside of you, this bubble of frustration and anxiety —
Let it swell like a pus-filled abscess of anger!
And with your words unleash this vicarious plague!
Take the unblemished works that have scorned you,
And inject them with the very darkness of your soul!
Let bleeding lips,
A Midnight WearyA Midnight WearyA Midnight Weary in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Amongst twinkling stars,
Much like a cricket's chorus;
Types his essay:
"Failure is red,
My parent's say;
An Asian get 'B'
Is shameful display!"
This is for the Average ArtistIt is painful at times,This is for the Average Artist in Free Verse More Like This
Seeing those born with skill and talent.
They paint such beautiful things, using the barest of material.
Entire worlds are spun at their fingertips, all from a dot of paint.
I think sometimes, of how nice it must be,
To be able to capture such beauty, within the borders of a page.
To spin a tale from but the smallest of phrases,
To create a fantastic adventure from a mundane experience.
It is painful indeed at times. When I am seated in this room,
Surrounded by the dull hum of failure and regret,
I ask myself, with eyes burning in the mirror,
Am I finally ready to give it all up?
'No!' I say
I will not let it end this way!
Not without a fight, not until I know that I am utterly broken.
The good lord may have blessed you with talent my friend,
He has given you everything that I could have ever desired...
But there is one thing that I have earned;
One little gift that remains my own.
You would not know of it,
Since you have never felt it,
The Legend of ForeverAloneMan"They say that he's a legend, an incredible person far greater than any other!" said the Mage, bubbling with excitement as he described his hero to the Knight. "Would you believe he conquered seven dungeons all on his own?"The Legend of ForeverAloneMan in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The Knight scoffed at his remark, "Ser Mage, I believe you have been lied to. There is no possible way for a man to face even a single dungeon on his own. Hundreds of monsters wait inside, each eager to tear the unwelcome adventurer limb from limb. I have no choice but to believe this tale a far-fetched fantasy. Perhaps one that sprung from your many nights of alcohol abuse."
"M-my drinking habits have nothing to do with this, I'm telling you, he exists! The legendary swordsman who faces dungeons on his own!" The Mage huffed angrily, as he turned away from his companion. He intended to come back with a stronger insult, but his thoughts were interrupted by a brilliant spark of light. And from this spark, like a white rose blooming in a gar
The Artist SyndromeThis work is simply brilliant!The Artist Syndrome in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Says the artist in me.
I'll have it framed twice!
So precious it be...
Says the artist in me,
But what if people hate it?
So precious it be!
I cannot let them take it!
And what if people hate it,
And what if they hate me?
I cannot let them take it
I'll lock it away you see!
And what if they hate me?
A simple lock will not suffice!
I'll lock it away you see.
In a land of frozen ice...
"And that, my dear Mrs. Sutherland, is why I shipped my art homework to Antarctica!"
Dark Sadistic Muse:Dark Sadistic Muse:Dark Sadistic Muse: in Free Verse More Like This
I seat myself before the computer,
With fingers poised over fading keys.
Eagerly awaiting my latest epic;
Yet frozen by a lack of inspiration.
Here I sit, staring at the blank document.
The dark background mirroring the world behind me.
I swallow hard as my body locks;
Hairs tense as I sense her arrival...
Slender fingers soon wrap themselves around my throat.
With claw-like nails digging in painfully,
They prick the skin that lies just beneath my Adam’s apple;
Leaving me nursing a rather painful necklace.
"Your hands aren't moving," she coos softly,
Her clawed fingers gently stroking my chin.
"Why is that, I wonder?" she asks with a grin.
Her expression reveals a pair of pointed canines,
Both framed by lips as seductive as sin.
"I'm sorry my lady", I whisper in reply.
The excuse tumbles slowly from a paralyzed tongue.
"I have had no inspiration you see;
No dreams with which I am able to write."
She laughs at this; cruel and cold,
Tossing me from
PressurePressure:Pressure in Free Verse More Like This
You try to breathe, but you're barely breathing,
You can't think clearly; you can barely speak.
Your mind is filled with needless thoughts.
Your cheeks are red and feverish...
You know what you must do,
But you can't bring yourself to do it.
Instead you jump into a thousand distractions...
Mindlessly seeking the thrill of the 'anything',
You cringe at the progress of time on the clock.
And with lips gone dry from an internal hell-fire
You continue to evade what you cannot face...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 22nd June 2013
UndyingUndying:Undying in Free Verse More Like This
How many days do you spend now, putting me down?
The coffin call for a dead man waiting around
"He's just an underground laughing stock, never to rise"
But on the seventh day I'm coming back; these are my ties!
The kind of promise that you made with the devil inside
You try to take away my soul, but I take it in stride
I ain't a doll that is crushed by the weight of his pride
I am the real and the raw of the things you denied!
You're playing snake games, selling oil, pass it off strong
You're just a pot head, weed dead, smoking your bong.
You try to look away, play and hide; apathy's best
But I'm the kind of bad boy you don't put to the test!
-Chen Yuan Wen, 7th February 2013
I Don't Mean To Be Rude...But I am getting quite sick of your attitude.I Don't Mean To Be Rude... in Free Verse More Like This
And if you think you are free of all guilt and suspicion.
I'm afraid, you will find, you are only in remission...
For I'll hunt you quietly, silent and slow.
And I'll wait till you slip, before I lay you low.
But when you're filled to the brim with fear; chasing the shadows away.
I'll appear inside your mirror--and I might come out to play...
...So tell me, do you fear me now?
-Chen Yuan Wen, 16th December 2013
unsung heroes (support workers + therapists)we are not legendary notablesunsung heroes (support workers + therapists) in Free Verse More Like This
held up to worship, or disdain,
or figureheaded in dreams:
we cannot reimburse your stolen
childhoods nor build bridges
into relationships severed
but take heart. we are here,
breathing alongside you
and smoothing the paths
you have yet to walk.
voices carryone.voices carry in Free Verse More Like This
as a toddler, it is mummy,
reading stories, tuning
the stereo or carefully
an old record;
standing on my brother's shoes
and dancing in the kitchen,
raised up and outstretched
through the ceiling cracks
into the sky.
later, it is mum,
pulling hair and screeching
in a fight we both lose;
makeup on the windows
and my brother's name etched
in furniture. still, there are
cartoons on the weekends.
as a preteen, it is my father,
blasting the news and pointing,
shouting at the television that
this is what's wrong with society--
somebody should step in
and push the lazy bastard,
he'll never jump.
later, it is bullies in the schoolyard
empty provocation, pushing
my limp-kneed body
or a softball to the head;
swirlies and bruises,
burbled taunts from
it is my husband, next,
choosing my clothes and hair,
tuning me like the radio
and turning down
the 'weight' knob;
ladies are slender
no more chocolate,
Your Non-Existent CompetitionMy fingers hover over numbers I have not needed to think about for years, and I urge myself to make the call. Still hesitant, I pick out the digits that still translate to "home" in my mobile, though for years it has been only a house; sometimes mine, sometimes not. It rings once and I hang up, then try again and again and again. Third time might be the charm, but today it takes five of these hang ups before I stay on the line.Your Non-Existent Competition in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
"Sorry," I say, knowing I don't sound very convincing but banking on the notoriously bad reception we get here to tick it over into believeable. "Sorry. I bet you got about a billion missed calls. My 'phone kept cutting out, you know what it's like." I laugh, an awkward bark that explodes from my mouth like our terrier chasing a cat, and she seems to accept it at face value. "Anyway, happy birthday, hey!"
She thanks me and we meander through the pleasantries she initiates, an elaborate dance of lies we move through every so often. We talk of cheap shops and craf
Crazy TrainPlease dispose of your afflictionsCrazy Train in Free Verse More Like This
in the receptacles provided--
you can find these in the front,
the rear, and midway through
each carriage. We prefer
do not leave residual traces
on the seats when you leave:
the next passengers
will bring their own.
your teeth leave different scarswhat they didn't tell me--your teeth leave different scars in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
the amnesiac is
61.8% water &
on watching the night
close its eyes on you,
I only know beauty;
maybe Anne Sexton was onto something
& for the woman shamed,
arise and breathe. Seabones
with taciturn eyes
after we lost him:
mermaid thirst for
Your virginity is like an envelope,
a lover's observations on
post-it notes, cupping rice
always, and always.
Day 23: On Cats And Allergies His HisDay 23: On Cats And Allergies in Concrete Poetry More Like This
streams. itch him:
All it takes is a tiny hair--
Mufasa visits and her paws
dance gently across cement.
She offers a fish-breath kiss
and he sneezes again. His
anathema is your kitty,
& mine, his allergy,
the god-turtle carries four elephantsstop asking methe god-turtle carries four elephants in Free Verse More Like This
this is not a time for breathing
this is not now, it is not
this is one second after
one minute after
one moment after
one minute after one
this is ad nauseum and i
don't ask me to breathe
are too heavy
to breathe through
AwarenessThey all bow to the same refried themes,Awareness in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
sandwiches disguised as canapes for the industry
touting hope and wanting us to write
or draw or paint or just damn create
as long as it's hopeful and pleasing and
shows something positive because
God forbid the public see
the way it really is:
instead of a fancy appetizer
I am eating a soggy slice of stale bread
topped with cheese gone plastic
after a full minute
in the zapper-
because I got distracted and forgot
until the timer tinged and the cheese fizzed,
spitting grease and oil,
because my attention fled and for a moment
just a moment
breathing was too hard.
Everybody's learning that this could be them,
it could be their mother or brother or cousin
their grandfather or niece or child
breaking up on the inside
scattering into a jigsaw of caviar and moldy herring
and nobody wants that for their family,
nobody wants that darkness in their lives.
Oh, the caviar's fine --
everybody wants to think of those they love
as brave or strong o
autophobiacoiled tightly, consuming itself,autophobia in Free Verse More Like This
this fear is a snake:
whole and swelling.
this distended stomach
(when you know everything
you will leave).
Elyssami Faith and Mykelti Noah (TRIGGER)When my first pregnancy occured, I was 13 years old and terrified. This baby had not come about consensually and I didn't have a clue what to do about it all. I'm ashamed to say I hated and resented the baby growing inside me because I was so afraid. I believed/felt that the baby was a boy, but I didn't care to name him. Out of fear and hope, I told my father I was pregnant, knowing what he'd do. My father arranged things, and in a horrific ceremony, my son died. The whole thing was so traumatic that I repressed it all for many years. When it returned, I began to sort through my emotions and experiences. I named my son Mykelti Noah. His first name is an African name meaning close to God, and Noah traditionally means peace or comfort. Together, I interpret his name as "at peace with God", which gives me comfort. Although I recognise that I could not have given him a safe family life, I still grieve his loss and have come to love the innocent baby he could have been.Elyssami Faith and Mykelti Noah (TRIGGER) in Emotional More Like This
In the meantime, I g
Hey Remember Me?Hey remember me?Hey Remember Me? in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Without anyone to talk to,
Yeah we met last week
I'm so glad
You actually remembered me.
Hey remember me?
That we could hang out.
I know it might
Seem a bit strange to ask
But are we friends?
Now I can be at ease
You’re really here with me
It wasn't just a tease.
Hey remember me?
Just a little bit though
I thought you liked me
Because of that
Because of the way I am
Hey remember me?
To keep up a smile
But it’s getting pretty hard
Because every once in awhile
It seems like all you want
Is for me to cry.
Is that what a friend does?
Hey remember me?
Please say you do
I'm your friend
And all that entails
So I can take them
All your continual assails
As long as you remember me
I doubt my heart will fail.
Hey remember me?
I'm being forgotten
Though I suppose that means you don't
You never do
Never even try to
Even after all I've begged of you
Even after all we've been through
You treat me like
When I Shall DieWhen I shall dieWhen I Shall Die in Free Verse More Like This
I ask not for a coffin
To display my mortal body
To the Earth beneath.
I ask not for a funeral
A celebration of my life and memory
Though both would be soon forgotten
I ask not for roses nor lilies
To slowly rot away in coherence with me.
When I shall die
I merely ask for a stone
With my name etched onto its soul
And of this stone I beg,
To remember me
Remember I was here , that I existed,
For all eternity.
Left Waiting"First the ring, yes the ring"Left Waiting in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
She knew mustn't forget it
Sliding it on her finger might sting
But she knew he'd love the sentiment,
"Then the pearls , yes the pearls"
Though they no longer glistened in the light
He'd still see they were as beautiful
As when he had bought them that night,
"Oh yes the bracelet, that will look nice"
She could hardly remember the jewelry he liked
But she needn't worry, mustn't worry
For she would see him tonight
"Oh what else, what else, what else can I wear
After all this time I'll finally see my dear
And I must look my most beautiful,
Perhaps there's something for my ears"
She thought looking at an empty jewelry box
Every expensive piece cloaking her body
As she walked out the door
Completely unaware she might seem gaudy,
But even if she knew,
She surely wouldn't care
This was for her beloved
The man who loved the jewelry she'd wear,
She walked quickly to the bar
Where they had planned to meet
Took the booth in which together
They had always used to eat
What can you say?What do you say?What can you say? in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
That it was a mistake?
A one-time occurrence,
One in a million chance?
That you're sorry
Like an apology
Is enough to subside their sorrow
Enough to make them forget
That it was your fault?
That someone else
Should be standing at their door.
Do you say
It should have been you
That you wish
You had gone in their place?
But so do they
They wish it more
Than anything in the world.
What do you say
When you look at their disbelief
Watching as the words spilling
From your tongue wash away their smiles?
what do you say
When you see their love
Crash and crumble into grief
Along with their hearts?
What do you say
When you see the anger in their eyes
The pure hatred in them
When they realize that their love is gone
And that you took them away?
What do you say
To the tears
A steady flood of pain
Washing down their face?
What do you say
When they finally ask
"How could this have happened?
Why did you let this happen?"
What do you say?
What can you say?
I Was Once Told My Heart BeatsI was once told my heart beatsI Was Once Told My Heart Beats in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
But how can I be sure
When my soul feels so empty
No sound so pure
As the reverberation of life
Beating in my core
So should i believe them
I'm sure they've lied before,
They said you only die once
But I first died when I was four
When daddy snuck into my room
And treated me like a whore,
And they said crying helps
That it sets the pain free
And though i cried every night
The tears never helped me,
They even said wounds heal with age
And though I got older,
Every single day
My wounds only grew deeper,
But I still continued to believe them
Even as they lied to me again
Telling me I'd find someone
Who'd save me from my pain
Someone who'd love me
For who I am
Not what I am
And past what's happened to me
Though I've searched and hoped
Believing what I was told
I was never enough for anyone
And my heart grew cold.
I was once even told
My heart beats
But that seems too lovely to believe.
I Want To Live In A World Without GodI want to live in a world without GodI Want To Live In A World Without God in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Without the dream of Heaven
Or simple fear of Hell,
Without the love of one
Who would be so willing
To destroy under the pretense
Of a higher meaning,
Oppresively stopping me
From even simply lying
Even if its to myself,
To my own heart and mind
Or loving someone completely
Since he'll rip them away from me
To appease his own jealousy
Without the punishment of death
A testament to the cruelty
Of this so called Saviour
Who would allow us to live
To fight our battles
In a bitter world of his own design
While leaving us with
The complete certainity
That the war has already been lost .
Without the cruelty of pain
That builds with the progression of life
Mounts after every year
Attacks after every second.
I instead want to live in a world
Molded within my own selfishness
One without children sitting on the streets
With arms so thin
They aren't be able pick up
The bread you try to hand to them.
Jack [Loki x Reader (pt40)]"She already has a man. Back off," said Loki.Jack [Loki x Reader (pt40)] in Short Stories More Like This
"I was just saying hello--"
"Loki?" said Lynda, suddenly emerging from her room a few yards down the hall.
Loki looked from her to Jack, eyes wide. "What are you doing? Go hide before she sees you!"
"Don't need to," said Jack, staying put and perfectly calm, though not looking at Lynda. "Just pretend like you're not talking to me."
What? "But what's going...what do we talk about?" You panicked a little, trying to think up some sort of casual conversation, when suddenly Loki caught you by the lips, pinning you to the wall and kissing you passionately.
"Mmfh!" After a moment of shock, you eagerly kissed back, holding his head in your hands and wrapping a leg around his waist, drawing him closer. It didn't take long for your lips and tongues to battle back and forth, the both of you moaning and quickly getting caught up in your actions. You almost forgot about the handsome man and Lynda and why you were so confused.
"Best casual conversation I
Husband [Loki x Reader (pt34)]"Okay stop," you demanded, breaking your wrist away from him. Loki turned around, looking at you curiously. "I don't want to learn any more stupid magic. I want you to stop avoiding my question. Who is Lynda married to?"Husband [Loki x Reader (pt34)] in Short Stories More Like This
"Please don't," he begged. "You really wouldn't like the answer..."
You crossed your arms, stomping a foot firmly on the ground. "Tell me, Loki! At this point, I think I get it, I just want you to tell me."
His expression went from pleading to almost offended. "If you think you have any idea what Lynda and I have been through together, you can think again. Now if you really don't want to fight alongside me, that is perfectly okay, I can just leave you in that room and steal Lynda's vortex manipulator to make certain you won't get out and do something stupid to hurt yourself--"
"Don't you try anything," you warned. "You're trying to distract me by getting me angry but it's not going to work. You tell me right now what's going on with that ring and why it d
Virginia [Loki x Reader (pt12)]"I did it!" you celebrated, creating another pulse of heat through the air from one palm to the other.Virginia [Loki x Reader (pt12)] in Short Stories More Like This
Loki granted you a half-hearted smile, walking to one of the walls of the training room. "Good, great job," he congratulated blandly. He touched a few of the bricks and they vanished in a whirl, allowing bright light to pour over the floor. You blinked at the brightness. "So you can play with your own body. That will not get you anywhere."
"Humans haven't nearly enough energy," he explained. "So they need to learn to draw from other sources. A good source is sunlight."
"Wait," you said, "But...we're underground."
"Actually it's the Underground, we're not under the crust of the earth..."
"And we're downstairs."
He nodded toward the window and you looked out and sure enough, it was a sun. Perhaps it was a bit too orange to be your sun, but it was definitely a sun, as you could tell from the swimming black dots in your vision when you looked away. "Ow. How is...?"
Bitter [Loki x Reader (pt 17)]You spent the next morning adjusting quickly to Stark Tower. From what you had learned in being abducted by Loki, you had no idea, really, how long your time would be in a place. You also needed to expect that anything would happen. Of course, Stark Tower was a lot milder than the Underground. The top few floors had become the Avengers Headquarters. And you had made yourself right at home, much to the discomfort of Dr. Banner and Captain Rogers. Tony seemed pleased and even amused by it, and you almost had a complete layout of the top two floors by the time you were offered lunch. Steve had decided to cook something, so all the Avengers felt compelled to try it. Rather, they were all familiar with Steve's cooking and would not pass up such a delightful opportunity. But you couldn't really taste the dish; you were hardly hungry. You picked at the food, like Natasha, who seemed to have a habit of always eating cautiously. You caught yourself staring at Thor several times, and once his eyBitter [Loki x Reader (pt 17)] in Short Stories More Like This
Wrong [Loki x Reader (pt27)]Three days was all it took.Wrong [Loki x Reader (pt27)] in Short Stories More Like This
You craned your neck around a sickly bush to see the still surreal sight of the charred remains of your used-to-be-home. The air smelled of stale ashes and burned wood and the rest of the neighborhood wasn't much better. It happened four days ago, after only a few precious mornings of you waking up in your own bed.
Why did you keep returning to this street? It was only going to make you sad. Sick. Angry.
Dragons, flipping dragons. Demons, demon dragons, that's the best way you could describe the beasts with the bloodred scales acting as shining maille over their bulking muscles. The ashen-grey, splintering claws and corkscrewed horns, the blazing fire from their snarled snouts that matched the fiery pits of their eyes. The horrors, the massive terrors...and there were far too many of them.
Crouched behind the dead, black bush, you tried to hold yourself back but from what? You had cried enough all week; out of anger, frustration, madness, te
Questions [Loki x Reader (pt9)]You woke up because your leg jerked. Your heart skipped a beat and your eyes flicked open. It was one of those annoying little half-conscious falling-off-a-cliff dreams, except it was weird because it felt like morning. It felt like you had had a full night's rest.Questions [Loki x Reader (pt9)] in Short Stories More Like This
Then you noticed you were pretty darn sure it was morning, because the room was very light. That's when you noticed there were no windows. "Then how the hell...?"
"Mm, you're awake?" a gravely voice mumbled into your ear. Then he whispered, "Good morning."
"How do I know it's morning?" you asked, voice dry and cracked. Well, that's one way you could tell.
"How do you mean?"
"It's light in here. But there aren't any windows."
You felt his arms shift around you, pulling you tighter as he pressed his cheek between your shoulderblades. You cuddled back into him. "Darling, with magic, there are some things you just have to trust."
You huffed at that, but then remembered how difficult his explanation of the mome raths had been. Yo
Right [Loki x Reader (pt 5)]Why you received the text at 6:34 AM on a summer morning was beyond you, yet you really didn't care, because it was from your best friend.Right [Loki x Reader (pt 5)] in Short Stories More Like This
Hey! I'm actually free today, wanna hang like we said?
You typed your eager reply before reaching over to set it on the end table, stretching your arm as far as you could so as not to disturb the man still asleep and embracing you.
"Something wrong?" came a voice, husky from sleep. Alright, maybe not still asleep.
"Nh, gonna hang out with my bestie today," you yawned. "She's free after all." You slowly unfurled his arms and sat up in bed, dragging a hand down your face. His arms dragged you back down with a thp and you yelped. "What the hell?"
"Don't go yet, you're warm!" he whined, burying his face in your neck.
"L-Loki, stop being a baby and let me get up!"
"Hmm-mm!" he moaned, wrapping his arms over your chest and applying just enough pressure to make your breasts...ah...hurt. Yeah, hurt.
You rolled over to break his grip, only bare
Magic [Loki x Reader (pt10)]He dragged you down a corridor and a flight of steps and you just couldn't ignore the peculiarity of the architecture, as though the builder had been trying to create a maze rather than a fortress. "Where are you taking me?"Magic [Loki x Reader (pt10)] in Short Stories More Like This
"Oh this is fantastic," he answered back cheerily, still pulling you along at an alarming speed. "This is so great! I doubt you've any idea how excited I am to have you on my side.."
You cringed. "I just wanna keep you safe, that's all. Respect for human life. Uh...demi-god life."
"I don't care how you justify it," he said, stopping in a square, windowless room and letting go of you, turning to face you. He faced you and put his hands on your shoulders, looking at you with just so much hope it made you feel like you could fly. "You're such a capable mind. Oh, you could be great. You could be a sorceress. You could be a queen! My queen!" He paused a moment, expression growing more serious as his face came closer to yours. "Your eyes are enthralling..."
Pain [Loki x Reader (pt22)]And you came right back out, guns blazing.Pain [Loki x Reader (pt22)] in Short Stories More Like This
Not really. It was more like a discus, like the Captain's, only it wasn't flashy and colorful, and it had buttons.
Pretty buttons. And they did things.
For example, the one you pressed as you left Tony's lab had unsheathed three rows of barbs around the outer edge, leaving a few bleeding cuts in your palm. But you didn't care, you needed to get out there. As if Tony was gonna put you in time-out when they could use all the help they could get.
And they could use that help right about now, because at this point they were horribly outnumbered. Law enforcement were scrambling around trying to get civilians out of the streets and Captain America, bless him, was helping and simultaneously blocking the needled tails of (what you now realized were) the giant squirrels swarming the city. Squirrels. Just why?
You pushed aside the urge to find any sort of method to the mome raths' madness and looked for something to do. Iron Ma
Intruder [Loki x Reader (pt36)]"So," you said, toying with the rubbery edge of the calla-lily as you hopped off the bottom rung of the ladder. "You're avoiding an answer."Intruder [Loki x Reader (pt36)] in Short Stories More Like This
"What? Oh." He rubbed the back of his neck, looking at you and then the entrance to the tunnel. "Yes. That. Um...I was going to tell you but you were a bit distracted..."
"Hang on, I'll tell you." He took your wrist and led you into the tunnel, you trying ever so diligently to be patient. It was a bit difficult to crouch through the small tunnel with all of these calla-lilies in your hand, but you shoved aside the irritation and started to nag.
"Some time today, Loki." The tunnel opened up and he turned and glared.
"Patience, woman! I was going to tell you right now."
There was a stretch of silence with him standing awkwardly, not meeting your eyes.
"He's not dead," he said with a strained voice through clenched teeth, toying with his black hair nervously.
You blinked. "Wait, what? You mean you didn't...kill him?"
SSH - Chap. 8 continuedSonic, Sonic, Sonic .I can hardly say I am surprised that you decided to join us tonight. Too bad it had to be a forced affair .but I digress .SSH - Chap. 8 continued in Children and Teen More Like This
Sonic was on his hands and knees now, just in the position he had been at the rooftop, and his head snapped up as an all too familiar voice ripped at his ear drums. Sonic made a snarling noise suddenly in the back of his throat, Nnngh! Sonics arms snapped suddenly to his sides, and his body lifted up slightly in the air, the tips of the toes of his shoes barely scraping the ground as his knees bent a bit. He gritted his teeth and grunted as he shook his head and shoulders, trying to free himself from a chemical bond that was suddenly formed in the core of the dome, with three yellow rings binding his body, causing him to be bound with his arms behind his back. Sonic fell again to his knees with a grunt of exhaustion from his struggling at that voice came again, Oh ho ho!! Oh no Sonic
SSH - Chap. 10 A small and quavering whimper scuttled along the frigid and icy air as a figure silhouetted in moonlight gently bent over, placing the quarry in her arms on the soft bed of moss and snow.SSH - Chap. 10 in Children and Teen More Like This
Soft cries tingled and sparkled in the air as tears were swept aside by the softly blowing wind, sparkling and shimmering like crystals in the night as they fell slowly, melting into the snow as if it was theyre final resting place ..as was anothers that night.
The night was young, however cold, with the moon sending its silvery light down in streams to the earth, the light gently bouncing off of the snowy surface of the soil as if they were large reflectors, sending the light back up into the misty atmosphere, causing the entire scene to seem to glow with a melancholy appearance.
The young hedgehog with light pink fur sat with her knees in the snow, her entire body shaking violently with emotion, the cold already beginning to take its toll on her e
SSH - Chap. 9 Harsh, vicious, and malicious laughter tore through that hollowed room as Eggman threw his hands high above his head, chortling with glee as he stomped one foot on the ground, raising his voice as he punched a fist into the air, Finally! I have done it! I have killed the famous Sonic the Hedgehog!!!! AHAHAAHAAAA!!!SSH - Chap. 9 in Children and Teen More Like This
There was quite a bit of silence as Eggman continued to laugh, laughing at his nemesiss ultimate and final downfall.
Many of the captors hanging in their bonds against the wall let their heads fall to their chests, tears unbound dripping from the corners of their eyes. Many of the more injured had blood dripping from their wrists, falling through the air, to splatter on the concrete floor, causing several separate pools of darkness all across the ground, the reflections of saddened creatures showing back at them..
With Sonic gone .What would happen now? What would Eggman do to them all!? W-
Suddenly, almost everyone
SSH - Chap. 15 Let go of me!!! Let go!!!! LET GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!SSH - Chap. 15 in Children and Teen More Like This
Silver struggled with his own emotions as he was forced to hold poor Dream back, wrapping his arm around the young hedgehogs neck in something of a headlock, trying hard to hold him back from the body in front of him. Silver could feel dreams small hands envelop his own arm and tighten their grip, the hedgehog clawing hard at his wrist as he tried to pry him from his neck. He shook his head in agony as he wailed, beads of tears flying from his eyes, No! Let me go PLEASE!
Silver gritted his teeth as Dream pulled him forwards, he finally receiving a bit of relief when Rainbow grabbed his own shoulders, narrowing her gaze as she tried to help him pull Dream back. Silver felt his own tears wet the corners of his eyes as he muttered, Dream Dream
Stop! Its no use! D- . Dreams cries began to overpower Silvers pl
Prize: A Life for a LifeTwo figures stared in silence at the repaired, once damaged, Tornado.Prize: A Life for a Life in Short Stories More Like This
A small yellow fox, wrench in hand, weakly wiped sweat from his brow, his white cheek and chest fur smeared with dark black oil from the plane. He grimaced and stretched, his entire body aching from the entire day of work and renovation. "..Maybe she'll fly now. I hated to see her so damaged after that last battle with Eggman."
Sonic smiled a little as he stepped a bit closer to the massive construction, kicking the landing gear lightly, "It looks as good as new Tails. I swear, every time you rebuild her she looks better than the last." Tails blushed a little and smiled, making his way to the Tornado's cockpit. He chuckled as he leaned into the plane, placing his wrench back into his toolbox, "Aw, thanks Sonic. She was pretty hard to get back together this time around, so I hope she'll fly." Sonic placed a reassuring hand on Tails' shoulder before ruffling his hair tuft between his eyes, "Don't underestimate yourself
SSH - Chap. 24Rainjha rolled her eyes and both of her ears flattened against her head as that annoying little voice pricked at her eardrums. That immensely annoying, squeaky little voice that she had hoped she wouldnt have to hear .SSH - Chap. 24 in Children and Teen More Like This
..Jasper frowned hard with a mock grimace as he flitted through the air in front of the group, Mist, Sonic, and Amy rising from their seats on the bench as the pixie revealed him self. He showed his teeth in a massive grin as he chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest as he jeered, Not glad ta see me aye? I scpected as much from you Rainjha!! Rain closed her eyes and muttered something under her breath, it taking all of her strength and willpower to not slap the small creature from the air.
Anita smiled as Otto suddenly piped up from where he stood between Emmy and Dream, Whoa!! A flying fox!!! Just like Tails!
Jasper froze and stiffened in midair, just as Alex, Rain, Mist, Sonic, and Tails nearly keeled over
SSH - Chap. 25 Continued--SSH - Chap. 25 Continued in Children and Teen More Like This
Scythe frowned and looked anxiously at the watch about his wrist ..he should have been there already!!
Scythe sighed with anxiety and turned to Daggeron, who stood with his tail lashing. The leopard rolled his eyes and sighed through his nose, growling through gritted fangs, " .I thought you asked him ." Scythe turned and retorted irritably, "I did invite him!! He he just must be still cleaning up with Tails and Dream .and " Daggeron interrupted his friend, glancing behind himself and then shrugging his shoulders sarcastically, " oh yea, takes him well over an hour to clean up a few dust bunnies!!"
Scythe rarely ever got irritated, but now he spun around and snarled at Daggeron, "Look. Is it MY fault he isn't here yet!??!?!?! Huh!?" Scythe panted and then turned, pressing a hand to his forehead as he murmered, " Look, I'm sorry .I just didn't know Otto was the type to break a promise."
Daggy frowned, his tail tip curling
The BookToday I found a book.The Book in Short Stories More Like This
It was lying alone in a farmer's field, by a large oak tree, caressed in a bed of short, sweet grass that the neighboring cows fed on. A small thing, with a smooth but battered cover, it seemed to be many years old, but somehow had survived damage from the elements. I stooped to pick it up from the earth, and found that its title was gone, the only part of it that had been worn away. Then as I pulled it open and peeled the yellowed pages apart, I was astonished to find that the book was empty. I clutched the book to myself with childlike wonder and took it home with me.
Today I began writing in my new little book. I've found that its pages are wrinkled and some corners are turned, but it doesn't bother me. I still like my little book. The first time I wrote in it, I ran my fingers over the brown, leather bound cover before opening it across my knees, a wooden pencil clutched in my fist. I sat down in the same grass I found it in, my back resting agai
SSH - Chap. 23One word about this any of you .SSH - Chap. 23 in Children and Teen More Like This
And youll what? Scream like a little girl again until we stop?
Sonic folded his arms roughly and scowled with a grimace on his face, almost picturing Alexs face of triumph at her smart remark.
All of it had happened in only a few minutes, and Sonic struggled to lose those embarrassing thoughts over the roar of the car engine as they rumbled down the highway.
Why oh why had they chosen the water park of all places to go? Why!? Sonic figured it was just to make him on the edge .probably. Sonic barely had time to turn around when he had about five people tackle him to the ground, mainly ones like Alex and Rain who just wanted to see his face at the first sight of the water. Then they pretty much held him to the ground twisting his ear until he said he would go.
Stupid .mumble rr .water park .mutter
Sonics ears continued to remain plastered against his head as he snar
SSH - Chap. 26The cat took advantage of the small willow tree that stood behind him and laid his back against it, his body being relaxed as he rested, the cool air causing the fur framing his face to be played about his nose. His teeth flashed in the moonlight just as the scales of the fish had just done as he grinned, chuckling as he folded his arms behind his head.SSH - Chap. 26 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
..his beret tipped low over his face, everything at peace with the world for the mysterious cat. Just before he drifted into an undisturbed sleep, the branches of the willow tree a canopy of green above him, he remembered what he told the young hedgehog that approached him before he left the school the day before
. ..Young one, listen to what I say .for it is important for you.
something is happening at this school .something you or your friends may not be prepared for ..a dark force is approaching. Protect yourself, and your friends, and most of all, work together to
Eaten AliveOne emotionEaten Alive in Free Verse More Like This
hidden away in the back corner
behind the sofa, or bookshelf
somewhere usually out of sight
but everyone knows
they sense it
it is an ever noticeable presence
as it lurks
off everyone it touches
other emotions surface
but it smothers them
it engulfs everything
it pulls in the wearer
as you wear the emotions
it consumes you
till nothing is left but,
Man in the RainSitting in my kitchenMan in the Rain in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
drops ping off the pain
and as I stared outside
he was walking in the rain
His figure blurred by mist
a shadow way, way off
his outline steadily bigger
his footsteps never stop
And then without a warning
right in my front yard
he came to a calm halt
and stared, into my heart
Then the shadow turned around
and the rain drops ceased to fall
the sun poked out of clouds
I wondered if he was real at all
The man out in the rain
to this day touched my soul
and every time I hear the drops
I wonder if he'll show
Summer StarsDandelionsSummer Stars in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
do you know
what they do
On the fluffs
that surf the breeze
away they carry
your hopes and dreams
past bird and cloud
and celestial shroud
Your dreams touch heaven
turn to sparkling dust
and in the sun beams
come true at last
Stain-glass WindowSingle piecesStain-glass Window in Concrete Poetry More Like This
on the ground
from every inch
this broken masterpiece
can be fixed
With time and care
each shard replaced
with love and grace
This human mosaic
still standing here
will always be beautiful
for all of her years
Always take your UmbrellaI always carry an umbrellaAlways take your Umbrella in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
there's always a reason why
you can always use an umbrella
no matter what's in the sky
If the clouds gather fast
the rain begins to fall
my umbrella will keep me dry
if the rain does pour or stall
And if the sun is shining
and beaming in your eye
the umbrella is shade
from suns that are too bright
If it gets a little windy
I use it as a shield
from little breeze to gust
it's my weather proofing seal
So no matter the weather
that skips into your life
Make sure you have an umbrella
and carry it at your side
ChangeNever gonna be the sameChange in Concrete Poetry More Like This
you've come entirely too far
You can never turn back
your body holds too many scars
As you look at a picture
and look into her eye
you wonder if that little girl
is trapped or has even died
The smile on her face
seems genuine enough
no one would even guess
that little girl is tough
The changes that occurred
have locked the past away
they also set up walls
to the futures way
The old you is gone
she may never come back
the new you is bruised and tired
but is on the right track
Keep moving forward
and steadily holding on
and one day your tears
will turn into a song
DriftwoodMade from cherryDriftwood in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
hard as stone
carved by hands
flesh and bone
sails set high
off the shore line
into the night
Crew is vast
young and old
and weathered souls
Waves grow rough
clouds roll in
out of nowhere
the storm begins
the captain proclaims
adrift at sea
men cling to life
all gone but three
They float for days
and land on shore
but none dare speak
Lost at sea
their spirits broke
on the sand
they leave a note
There they lay
starved of food
dead in a pile
of cherry wood
A Soldier's LoveI lay awakeA Soldier's Love in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
so many nights
I see your eyes
in the stary lights
I dream of you
when I do sleep
my comrades have said
some nights I weep
In desert dust
or jungle jade
it matters not
where camp is made
I hope now soon
I'll have you close
hold you tight
and never let go
A man in love
a man at war
you keep me going
through wound and sore
TearsTears are not a sign of weaknessTears in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
tears don't mean that you aren't strong
tears are pain that hid inside you
tears mean you held on for far too long
Crying doesn't mean you've given up
it doesn't mean that you are done
it does not mean that you are broken
so babe just let your sweet tears run
Each tear contains a piece of you
damaged, broken, beaten down
tears are pain you push away
tears are sadness washing out
So don't be afraid to let them run
don't hold in your glistening tears
let them pull out the damage
that you collected all your years
Before You get your WingsYou must walk on glass,Before You get your Wings in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
to feel the sand between your toes.
But when you reach the sea,
the waves will free your soul.
You have to climb a mountain,
to breathe the pure, sweet air.
But from the dizzy altitude,
heaven is where you stare.
You must crawl through the briers,
to toughen up your skin.
But once you have that armor,
no evil can get in.
You have to run through fire,
before you get your wings.
And after all these trials,
You are the prettiest of things.
You do not whore around,You spend your nightsYou do not whore around, in Free Verse More Like This
for Apollo’s robes.
You’re as hot
as New Orleans
in mid-July, and
as her gumbo.
But, he is light-years
away and your fingers
ache with tired
a disaster in
Even if it fucking hurts,
you can still taste
his heat on your tongue.
Gods be damned,
you’re a butterfly-
( even if mounted
to a bed. )
you will find yourself
and fly away.
NaPoWriMo: Day 4I might have a scrappers knees,NaPoWriMo: Day 4 in Free Verse More Like This
wildflowers growing on my knuckles,
& I might remind you of every nasty thing
you ever did,
but I don’t see you in my mirror.
I just have the right
to hate my own face.
I think this hitchhiker’s heart
is breaking &
I don’t have the medical skill-
or the time
to suture the pieces
back together again.
NaPoWriMo: Day 3Today,NaPoWriMo: Day 3 in Free Verse More Like This
I wanted to pluck my ribs
from out my chest &
hang them about my house
like wind chimes-
a taunt for hungry wolves.
I didn’t grab for sharp objects,
I just wrote about it.
I never knew
I wanted to be a writer
until I lost something.
I still don’t know what that is-
(my mind, maybe.)
they fill gaps
that had no stories
to keep them
from hollowing out
in the first place.
NaPoWriMo- Day 5She used to try and catch butterfliesNaPoWriMo- Day 5 in Free Verse More Like This
until she realized their beauty
rubbed off on her fingers;
but she will always be loving you
with those digits.
20 years from now
when even the love on her arms
to the starsI’ve got this arrowto the stars in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
curled around my finger
like Apollo’s heart
& your nicknames
engraved on the inside
of my lungs.
I don’t want to write
pretty little stanzas
or pick at the seams
of your poetry
like some deadbeat
psychology major -
I want to
all over everything;
shoot down your moon
& wear her
like a charm
around ink stained
I want to
to the stars,
& leave you there.
I'm talking myself in circles,I screamed,I'm talking myself in circles, in Free Verse More Like This
"There is nothing
wrong with me, not a damn
I wanted to believe
the big dipper on my arm
meant something more
than sun marks & kisses.
But, how can I trust words
that slip through my teeth
as easy as breathing
when this star
has only ever learned
how to f
dear,when i first met you,dear, in Free Verse More Like This
terror chilled down
& my heart
began to build
walls over walls
i won’t let them
hurt you, again.
i have a tendency
to get knocked
off my feet
& not know
how to get back up.
i’m still crawling around,
searching for your heart
beats under my bed
& between my tangled
i am pathetic.
you were all crooked,
& nights of forgetting
to take your zoloft.
i didn’t think I would miss that.
i didn’t think I would miss you.
you fell like a meteor
for him, hours after
you demolished me.
& i can’t hope you’re happy
because i’m still patching up
the war zone you left behind.
i taste bile in my throat.
i swallow it back down.
i won’t get sick for you.
roses and brier“I’ve never planted roots-“roses and brier in Free Verse More Like This
believing her body to be
on a road trip
“Well—“ I smiled,
“let’s be like roses & brier.
We will go nowhere, together.”
Depression like lipstick stainsOn some days,Depression like lipstick stains in Free Verse More Like This
you are the angel dust
settled in my bones
keeping these December limbs
& Sunday-morning-coffee eyes
But, other days-
other days, I don't know
what to do
with your tornado kisses,
rage teeth that bite
& tear at my poetic insanity.
With these miles and miles
of bodies & hollow space
between our magnetic hearts-
How is it that these light-year pulses
still beat in sync?
NaPoWriMo: Day 9More respectNaPoWriMo: Day 9 in Free Verse More Like This
for hungry lions,
doesn’t want to write this poem.
As she forgets how to use words
(on most days,)
relying on curses
like casting some witch's spell-
with only ten dollars to her name.
The oldest daughter:
she’s still somewhere in the middle,
because they had no other way
to categorize her.
Getting her first gravestone at three-
not to the gods,
but to the lily stargazers
in her palms.
she would become a bird,
& never come back.
She doesn’t want her death
laid out like a fast-food
how does she begin to explain
cultivating in her breastbone?
As Memory Serves6:03As Memory Serves in Short Stories More Like This
Where are you?
Well that's not vague at all
Sarcasm is not appreciated when I'm working
And what are you working on?
Trying to determine the origin of a specific greeting card
A greeting card is important to a case?
Yes, as the killer sent it to the victim.
So why do you need to find out where it's from?
Because we need to pull security footage to get a visual on him.
Oh. Don't suppose there's any chance of you leaving it until tomorrow and coming home?
Certainly not. Will you ever stop asking stupid questions?
Nope. I enjoy annoying you too much
That explains a lot.
Like why you are texting me when I'm busy. You know I dislike being disturbed; it breaks my concentration.
Actually I'm texting you because we're supposed to have dinner tonight. You know, real food. At a restaurant.
I don't recall those plans.
That's because I
Dates and Debates2:30Dates and Debates in Short Stories More Like This
You and Molly
What are you talking about?
Didn't you take her out for coffee yesterday evening?
I don't even want know how you know that.
Simple - she told me.
Oh. I thought you might've deduced it from her perfume or something
What relevance does her perfume have?
I don't know, you're the genius.
I am indeed. But you brought it up.
It was a joke! Sarcasm
Ah - Not very amusing.
Why are you interested in who I take to coffee anyway?
So why bring it up?
My brother however is.
Don't play the fool Lestrade. I know all about you two.
And what do you "know" about us?
That you've been dancing around a romantic relationship for three months and when your wife finally announces that she's leaving you for the librarian you will make it an official arrangement.
I thought you told me she
Distracting Thoughts1:04Distracting Thoughts in Short Stories More Like This
Why are you texting me?
You're thinking. It's distracting.
And you can't just tell me? I'm right here.
True. But given the nature of your thoughts I doubt you would appreciate me saying anything aloud.
That's unusually considerate of you.
Not really. You simply become difficult when you're embarrassed.
And what makes you think the nature of my thoughts are embarrassing?
Well I doubt low lighting is responsible for your pupil dilation.
I can't help it that you're sexy when you're deducing stuff.
You think I'm sexy?
I do and you know it.
True. Still nice to hear.
Is that anyway to speak to your Exception?
Lestrade is giving us weird looks.
Of course he is. We're texting each other despite the fact that we're within earshot.
Maybe we should stop.
Why? I'm enjoying this.
You're here to solve a crime
The Question Part 3 - Molly11:03The Question Part 3 - Molly in Short Stories More Like This
I got an invitation in the mail to your wedding this morning
Are you going to make it?
You really are getting married?
Oh - wow. I thought it was a joke or something.
Why would you think that?
Well I just never thought Sherlock would go for something like that. But then I never thought he would go for a romantic relationship at all, so shows what I know.
Well he has a very logical reason behind it.
I'm sure he does. How did you propose?
Sherlock proposed to me.
Oh my god!
Like I said, he had a logical explanation behind it.
Still, that's really romantic of him. You two are so sweet.
I don't know about that.
But you are. How did he propose?
Well he asked me one night in the flat - but I wasn't there.
Why would he ask when you weren't there?
When He SleepsSherlock detests sleep. Avoids it whenever possible. It's dull, pedestrian, unproductive and a waste of time. He only sleeps when it becomes absolutely necessary. When his body and mind are on the edge of collapse from over-exertion. Sleep was never a voluntary activity for him.When He Sleeps in Short Stories More Like This
At least that's how it used to be. Now he sleeps quite regularly. Even on cases.
But only in the back of a cab. This is because of a certain jumper-wearing doctor that shares the cabs with him. Because in the cabs he can pillow against the above-mentioned doctor and sleep quiet contently.
It started out by accident of course; this "pillowing arrangement." They'd been on a particularly brutal case for over a week; a string of child murders made to look like suicides. The killers knew what they were doing and were painstakingly thorough in covering their tracks. Even managed to feed them a few false leads. Not thorough enough to trump Sherlock though. It had taken 9 days and a 3 hour foot chase across London, but
Love Is An Airborne Pathogen11:44Love Is An Airborne Pathogen in Short Stories More Like This
I loathe February.
Okay. Bit extreme don't you think? To hate an entire month?
On the contrary, I find it rather reasonable.
Right. And why do you suddenly hate February so much?
I'd have thought that was obvious.
Well maybe it is, but I haven't fully recovered from the pub night with Greg...
As I'm well aware considering I'm in Tesco on my own doing the weekly shopping.
Stop complaining. I always do the shopping. Once isn't going to hurt you.
I beg to differ. The cacophony of love ballads and excessive usage of pink just might do the trick.
Are they using a frankly alarming shade?
What? Is that some sort of reference to one of those inane movies you forced me to watch the other night?
No – and Star Wars is not inane! It was something you said during Study in Pink...
They are too. How am I to know which case you're referring to if you insist on using your ridiculous b
Three Continents Watson10:12Three Continents Watson in Short Stories More Like This
What are you wearing?
You know I loathe repeating myself John.
That's not really an appropriate question Sherlock.
And why not?
I'm at work.
You really don't see a problem with this?
No. I need the information and I'm asking for it.
And why do you need the information?
For the case obviously.
How are my clothes relevant to the case?
Because I need you to meet someone at a cafe for me when you go to lunch.
And you need to know what I'm wearing because?
I need to ensure that your outfit won't be out of place for your cover.
My cover? Why can't you do it?
I'm working another angle.
Fine. What's my cover?
And what's this about? Who am I meeting and why?
You're rather prolific with questions today.
Well I need to be informed if you want me to get any information for you.
Meeting Mummy1:27Meeting Mummy in Short Stories More Like This
Can you buy some rat poison?
I want to make cookies
With rat poison?
Yes. They're a gift.
Oh. I'm not letting you poison Donovan.
They aren't for Donovan.
Not letting you poison Anderson
Not for him either.
Took you long enough.
Third time's a charm.
Has nothing to do with charm. It's process of elimination.
Figure of speech Sherlock.
Why do you want to poison Mycroft?
Do I need a reason to poison my brother?
He told Mummy about us.
Oh. Is that a problem?
Yes. Now she wants to meet you.
And that's a problem because?
Do you fancy spending a weekend with a cross between Mycroft and Ms Hudson?
She's your mother.
Her biological relation to me doesn't make her less irritating.
Maybe not but you can't ignore you're mother.
And what about the re
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?
The Question Part 2 - Guests10:02The Question Part 2 - Guests in Short Stories More Like This
Forgot to ask you last night - who's coming?
To the wedding. I'm assuming you've invited a few guests.
Why would I?
Well we need a witness - and some might want to commemorate the occasion.
I'd forgotten about a witness - you choose.
Sure. I hardly care who attends.
You'd care if I invited Mycroft.
No - I'd call off the wedding and leave you to deal with him on your own.
Hmm - guess I'd better leave him out of it. I'd hate to be jilted by you.
Course I still might end up alone at the altar if there's an intriguing case that day.
You know me so well.
I sincerely hope you're joking, because I was.
I am. It may be difficult to discern at times but I do in fact love you.
Good 'cause I love you. I'll invite Lestrade just in case though.
He could still get called away and I'd follow.