Dead ZoneWe met on an art website—you, me, and the Sprout.More Like This
Thing is, the Sprout and I didn't really care about art. Only you did. But when I looked online for a school art project and found you two bickering about something pointless in the comments of a picture that had nothing to do with any of us, I signed up for the site solely for the purpose of telling you two to shut up and take it to someone who cares.
So you sent me your Skype contact.
I expected you to start the conversation with arguments or even flirtation, but instead you just asked me how my day had been, as if we'd always been friends and you were just greeting me on a lonely Tuesday night. When the Sprout joined us a few minutes later, haven taken a bit more time to accept contact with the guy who he had been arguing with earlier, his first words consisted of telling you that you typed slower than his three-year-old niece and brought the conversation to the comfortable squabbling that had taken up most of our relationship.
American GirlDear Maybe-Mama,More Like This
I was not a mistake.
It’s strange to think that exactly half of my DNA comes from you, and yet we could pass each other on the street and not even recognize each other.
I’ve never really believed in searching for you, my biological family. I never asked my parents the heartbreaking questions that Hollywood makes small, blue-eyed orphans ask: “Why didn’t my real mother want me?” I’ve never believed in any of that, and I don’t expect that you’d want me to, anyway.
But if we ever did meet, what would we even say to each other? I don’t speak Chinese, and you probably don’t speak English. But, in case you’ve ever wondered about me, here’s a little about myself:
I look different now. When you last saw me, I weighed less than fifteen pounds and could fit inside of a kitchen sink when I needed a bath. But today I am 19 years old and I’m probably taller than you – the nutrition in America is dif
we shouldn't be so afraid of deathi waited for death to wrap hisMore Like This
frail hands around my neck and
feed me to the unknown
but he just took my hand, fingers
laced between my own
When It RainsI think of you, when it rains.More Like This
Don’t you remember
The fickle breezes
Spattering droplets in our faces,
How a great gust carried off your Donald Duck umbrella
And we chased it,
Across the square, across the park,
Where it finally caught
In the rosebushes.
One of the ribs was broken
But I laughed
And laughed because it made Donald’s tail droop,
Until you were laughing too.
I don’t know how we didn’t even
Notice that my hands were bleeding from the thorns
Until we were halfway home.
You asked me if it hurt—
Of course it did,
But it didn’t matter—
Besides, I just can’t cry with raindrops running down my face,
Running down my arms,
Or, what about
The spangling rain of winter,
Sharp—but harmless, like pins-and-needles—on our skin
But death to the letters
In the postbox
Where their words would bleed their life away,
Stabbed with rain.
So for safety,
You tucked the letters under your shirt
Then pulled off your jacket,
Baker Street Boys- Chptr 1It was a typical day at 221B Baker Street. I was sitting in my chair, skimming the paper and enjoying a hot cup of tea. Rain could be heard tapping at the window, and it was the only thing I had heard for quite awhile. Sherlock sat across from me, one leg crossed over the other, with his hands pressed to his lips as if he were praying. I cleared my throat and folded my paper, setting it on the table beside me.More Like This
"Sherlock?" I said after hours of silence. All that greeted me was the same empty stare he had been giving me all day- cold and blank, yet somehow full of life. He was in his mind palace again. No use trying to make conversation.
With a heavy sigh, I got up and went to the kitchen. "Out of milk again," I mumbled to myself. "And bread... and butter... Sherlock, you were supposed to go to the grocery yesterday." Silence. "...Right then." I headed out the door without another word after grabbing my coat.
"John?" The shrill voice of our landlady called out to me just as I was about t