Frosting"What smells so good?"More Like This
"Finally out of your coma are you?" Sebastian Moran said nonchalantly, not turning to face his boss, who was standing in the doorway, looking much more ruffled than his normal Westwood look. He was wearing a pair of loose sweatpants and a wife-beater, a purple silk dressing gown half hanging off of him.
"Yes mum, I'm fine thank you." Jim said mockingly, walking over to the fridge and pulling out a carton of orange juice, drinking straight from the container. He leaned against the counter, watching the sniper as he continued to work with a creamy substance in the bowl in front of him. He stared at it, as though it was some foreign substance that was going to come to life and attack them both.
Seb noticed Jim's eyes on him and glanced over, not stopping his use of the metal whisk he'd been employing. He snorted. "It's not going to bite you you know."
"Ha ha." Jim sneered. "What is it?"
"Yes Jim, it's the sugary paste that people put on ba
The Reichenbach Time LordSherlock threatened to push Moriarty off the rooftop as they leaned over the edge.More Like This
“Okay. Let me give you a little extra incentive. Your friends will die if you don't.” Said Jim.
“John?” Sherlock looked scared.
“Not just John. Everyone.”
“Everyone!” Jim looked more and more pleased with himself.
“Everyone!” Jim yelled.
“You?” asked Sherlock.
“Ev – ” Moriarty blinked. His jaw dropped, then closed, and then opened to speak, but he couldn’t find any words to describe what he was thinking.
Sherlock seemed to turn into his calm self again. “I would die if you were gone. And if you kill me now, I guarantee you, you will regret it.” Jim looked not at ease and in control for the first time Sherlock saw him.
“Look Moriarty, I’ve got something I’d like to show you.” Moriarty’s hand quickly
The Final Days of Me and My Comrades(Note from writer: It may not seem like it, but it really is a humorous story, just finish it.)More Like This
Only soldiers know the true meaning of the phrase “The horrors of war”. Never knowing when you will die, how long it will take, by whom and what for. Just being given the knowledge that survival is unlikely. Politicians play with us like we are mere pawns. They pretend to care, but we are only numbers to them. Fighting wars, even though we can have peace by a few signatures on a piece of paper.
That’s where I come in. My name is Michael. Today me and my comrades were brutally taken away from our base and brought to the front lines, without back-up. They are not just comrades, but my friends: Johnny, David, Robert, Nicolas, Joshua, Other Michael… we are all a long way from home. Now we truly understand the word Fear.
It is up to us to slaughter the enemy, in yet unknown numbers. Tomorrow the fight would begin, we all knew that. Which one of us would make it, nobody kn
The great mind of meI write this sitting in the kitchen sink. I could have never believed I actually fit there, but I did. Now I just hope this will not be the last thing I write. No one else is home right now and I can't get up. Luckily my roommate have a notebook in the kitchen in case of inspiration so I'm able to write this little story of mine.More Like This
I have always been fascinated with the human mind and the strange ideas that occur us from time to time. I just hope it's not the end of me. I was thinking about human's inner issues so I began wondering what would be the strangest thing for a person to want to do. In the meantime I was preparing a nice dish which needed some carrots. As a smart person I am I was deep in my thought while cutting the carrots to slices and managed to cut my finger. I began cleaning up the wound under the sink and then it occurred me: I want to sit in the kitchen sink.
So, here I am, stuck in the bloody kitchen sink. I wonder when John comes home. He usually isn't so late, what's