Friendship I looked down at Finch; his face was contorted in a mixture of panic, severe concentration, and intense mental and emotional torture. I could see sweat glistening on his brow. My own was equally wet. He held out a slightly quivering finger, and pressed three numbers into the phone, then hesitated. I could see the extreme turmoil in his eyes. I looked away. I could not bear the thought of looking into the face of the man who was my best friend as the explosion killed us both. I waited a moment, then heard a faint beep coming from the phone that was my death warrant. I let out a choked gasp, and looked down; he had stopped it, with seven seconds left, he had stopped it. We stood staring at each other for a moment, blank in an overwhelming emotion. His eyes filled with tears, and he let out a stifled sigh of relief. I feel rather like I did something of the same thing, but I’m not sure, my mind was so dazed. In a split second, I felt like I reverted back tMore Like This
When they wake up Harold Finch felt a sudden sharp pain in the back of his neck which snapped him quickly out of his sleep. He let out a little groan, but did not open his eyes. He knew he shouldn’t have fallen asleep on his sofa, but he had been so tired the night before, it had just happened. He flexed his shoulders and his eyes flicked open then closed again. Suddenly his entire body tensed. He heard a noise – the slow, gentle sound of someone breathing in and out. He held his breath, the noise stayed. He opened his eyes and slowly, and somewhat painfully, turned his head. He let out a sudden gasp and sat swiftly up.More Like This
“John, what are you doing here!” he exclaimed. Alarm and confusion mingled with tiredness and the pain in his neck made him sound sharp and angry.
Reese flinched and his eyes shot open. “Good morning, Harold,” he said good-naturedly.
“Mr. Reese, how did you get in here?” asked Finch, regaining his c
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Hercule Poirot coughed. The cold, damp wind bit easily through his greatcoat and scarf. He shivered.
“Le froid, le froid,” he murmured. “L'humidité, Je n'aime pas ça.”
There was no one for Hercule Poirot to talk to, but he talked all the same. He was lonely, and he had taken to talking to himself some time ago. It had been a little over two years since he had moved from London for his official retirement, and only a little less than that since he had seen anyone he could call his friend. Yes, Hercule Poirot, once the world’s foremost detective, was now very, very lonely.
He walked slowly, labouredly, limping and leaning heavily on his cane. The English weather was not kind to his advanced years.
Hercule Poirot at last reached his destination, which was the village post office.
“Got a letter to post, Mr. Poirot?” asked the postman.
“Oui, Monsieur Bob,”
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The little moron?
I’m floating through miles of endless space.
And this whole while I remember the joy
On your face.
Then the horror.
I separated us by walls, now thousands of miles.
I needed you.
You needed me.
Our friendship was blocked by my pride, confusion and hatred.
Only now do I realize what could have happened.
I betrayed you.
I am the monster.
I hope you understand…
…I’m sorry, love.
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To love an Android
To love a man with no emotions,
to echo the cries of despair at loss
To watch him struggle day by day,
uncertain if he'll ever feel whole
To see him wonder at the little things in life,
knowing he'll never be quite human
Seeing others judge him for what he is,
a machine with the face of a man
Not for who he aspires to be.
closer to us than we could imagine
A poor soul deemed to be a soulless being.
my dear, wonderful Data
Feeling a loss with no emotion,
his one love dead, all others can miss
Wishing he could mourn his loss,
all despair, an android finally cries
And changes our world with his last goodbye.
Bride to a VulcanAmanda closed her eyes and breathed deeply. Her father was meeting with an ambassador from Vulcan. There had been a little friction between Earth and Vulcan of late, and the ambassador was visiting to try to find a link that would bring common understanding and peace between the Vulcan’s and the humans. Although she was only 19, Amanda felt sure she knew what would happen at the end of this meeting. She would be given as a bride to a Vulcan ambassador, and therefore the government of earth and the government of Vulcan would have some common ground.More Like This
She was not sad that she would not have a romance and happy, loving marriage like all her friends had, she was not afraid of being in a foreign land with strange customs, she was not even afraid of being away from everything she had known and having no one to love her – she was afraid that she would not be able to do her duty as well as she ought. She was her father’s child. She swallowed hard. Yes, she was scared – s
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Anxious digits were making uneasy taps on the desk of his studio. In his mind, the clock could have gone by hours when, really, it had only been ten minutes. His uneasy stomach did flips as beads of sweat raced down his face. Glasses swiftly removed, those tapping digits moved to violently rub the violet eyes of the nervous man. An arbitrary hand makes its way through messy hair. The glasses resume their place and flickering eyes are caught by the very thing that started the conundrum. That put him in such a flurry.
A shaky breath taken, his slim hand moved to the computer mouse.
In a single click, the picture is set to print.