aging;
is the taste of popsicle,
sliding down your lips as it melts in your mouth
is the feel of sweaty palms,
beating heart as he tentatively grabbed your hand
is the sight of him walking away,
gathering a collection of tears at the corner of your eye
is the smell of the blood,
easing the knife in as the metallic smell burns your nose
is the sound of silence,
no comforting voice whispering in your ear
i.
lazy nights spent together
soft kisses to the corner of your lips
murmured declarations of love
idly wandering fingertips
ii.
rage tainting the air
harsh words spoken
fire blazing in his eyes
all trust is broken
iii.
endless waiting
tears hitting the floor
a river of regret
eternally watching the door
iv.
a slight noise outside
your heart flutters
in he tiptoes
‘i love you,’ he mutters
to the saints, the sinners, the in between
the harlots, the innocents, those just shy of eighteen
your life is gone, leave it behind,
for it matters no longer, just like all of mankind
the darkness is your friend, treat it as such
there is no more pining for any other touch
shadows embrace you at every corner,
weeping and wailing in the manner of a mourner
the sounds and the sights will become the norm,
all will be a blur prior to taking this form
just accept your fate quickly, for it’s clear,
only the ghouls you deserve lurk here
welcome to the madhouse, enjoy your stay
(you’ll never be able to get away)
-Help me
I'm drowning
And slipping
And falling
Into a pool of light
-Save me
I'm tripping
And faltering
And stumbling
Into a unforgiving chasm
-Forgive me
I'm betraying
And denying
And lying
Into a meaningless rut
-Leave me
I'm sinning
And wanting
And waiting
For things that don't exist
-Be proud of me
I'm trying
And empathizing
And helping
To be a better person
-Remember me
I'm loving
And caring
And acknowledging
Only for you
-Bury me
I'm dying
And stopping
And leaving
Because it's all so dull.
And More. - Slash.PG-13?.Drabble. by holmes-watson, literature
Literature
And More. - Slash.PG-13?.Drabble.
"Sherlock." "Sherlock, wake up. It's nearly nighttime, and it's Christmas." John protested, cursing whatever possessed Sherlock to decide today was the day he'd actually sleep.
"Dull." Sherlock retorted, and turned away from John, so his face was turned towards the couch.
"Sherlock. Please?" John said, trying to stay patient with his impossible flatmate.
Sherlock replied in a half-teasing, half-snarky manner "Make me, John."
John smirked, and turned Sherlock's head. He leaned forward, and Sherlock didn't react, already having deduced this would happen.
Suddenly, when John was nearly an inch from Sherlock's lips, he whispered "There's ki
John Writes - A Preview. by holmes-watson, literature
Literature
John Writes - A Preview.
If you know anything about John Watson, other than the fact that he's always with a certain Mr. Sherlock Holmes, it's that he has a blog. This blog documents his "adventures" with Sherlock, one could say, and most of the writing in it originally comes from the Little. Leather. Book.
Don't tell me you haven't noticed itthe book John has whenever they're on a case, the one he always scribbles in while they interview people? Yeah. That one. It's not just filled with random tidbits from the case, it's almost a diary of sorts, by now.
This is your look into John's life before the book's full content is dis
Character Development-Molli Lynn Alekson by holmes-watson, literature
Literature
Character Development-Molli Lynn Alekson
On The Outside
What is the character's full name? Nickname?
Her name is Molli Lynn Alekson, and she has no (nice) nicknames to speak of.
What is the character? A person? An animal? Something else?
Molli is an Enchanted Super-Vamp. Witch mother, superhero father, got bit by a vampire at sixteen.
Author's Note: Ugh, I know it sounds Mary-Sue, but it's actually much more of a burden than an advantage. Plus, I made this character four years ago, and I'm not in the mood to change her up now.
How old is the character? What is their birth date? What is their sign? What age do they seem to be?
She's actually 170 years old, and she was born
aging;
is the taste of popsicle,
sliding down your lips as it melts in your mouth
is the feel of sweaty palms,
beating heart as he tentatively grabbed your hand
is the sight of him walking away,
gathering a collection of tears at the corner of your eye
is the smell of the blood,
easing the knife in as the metallic smell burns your nose
is the sound of silence,
no comforting voice whispering in your ear
i.
lazy nights spent together
soft kisses to the corner of your lips
murmured declarations of love
idly wandering fingertips
ii.
rage tainting the air
harsh words spoken
fire blazing in his eyes
all trust is broken
iii.
endless waiting
tears hitting the floor
a river of regret
eternally watching the door
iv.
a slight noise outside
your heart flutters
in he tiptoes
‘i love you,’ he mutters
to the saints, the sinners, the in between
the harlots, the innocents, those just shy of eighteen
your life is gone, leave it behind,
for it matters no longer, just like all of mankind
the darkness is your friend, treat it as such
there is no more pining for any other touch
shadows embrace you at every corner,
weeping and wailing in the manner of a mourner
the sounds and the sights will become the norm,
all will be a blur prior to taking this form
just accept your fate quickly, for it’s clear,
only the ghouls you deserve lurk here
welcome to the madhouse, enjoy your stay
(you’ll never be able to get away)
-Help me
I'm drowning
And slipping
And falling
Into a pool of light
-Save me
I'm tripping
And faltering
And stumbling
Into a unforgiving chasm
-Forgive me
I'm betraying
And denying
And lying
Into a meaningless rut
-Leave me
I'm sinning
And wanting
And waiting
For things that don't exist
-Be proud of me
I'm trying
And empathizing
And helping
To be a better person
-Remember me
I'm loving
And caring
And acknowledging
Only for you
-Bury me
I'm dying
And stopping
And leaving
Because it's all so dull.
And More. - Slash.PG-13?.Drabble. by holmes-watson, literature
Literature
And More. - Slash.PG-13?.Drabble.
"Sherlock." "Sherlock, wake up. It's nearly nighttime, and it's Christmas." John protested, cursing whatever possessed Sherlock to decide today was the day he'd actually sleep.
"Dull." Sherlock retorted, and turned away from John, so his face was turned towards the couch.
"Sherlock. Please?" John said, trying to stay patient with his impossible flatmate.
Sherlock replied in a half-teasing, half-snarky manner "Make me, John."
John smirked, and turned Sherlock's head. He leaned forward, and Sherlock didn't react, already having deduced this would happen.
Suddenly, when John was nearly an inch from Sherlock's lips, he whispered "There's ki
John Writes - A Preview. by holmes-watson, literature
Literature
John Writes - A Preview.
If you know anything about John Watson, other than the fact that he's always with a certain Mr. Sherlock Holmes, it's that he has a blog. This blog documents his "adventures" with Sherlock, one could say, and most of the writing in it originally comes from the Little. Leather. Book.
Don't tell me you haven't noticed itthe book John has whenever they're on a case, the one he always scribbles in while they interview people? Yeah. That one. It's not just filled with random tidbits from the case, it's almost a diary of sorts, by now.
This is your look into John's life before the book's full content is dis
just REALLY hate school?
Like, is that just me?
I've never liked school particularly, but now I just look at it as a stressful waste of 7 hours.
It's holding back my work hours, it's increasing my stress (there for increasing my probability of panic attacks(fun!)), and I forgot how many people there were that I just don't even want to hear speak ever again.
I mean, I'm happy that I'm back in band, and I get to see a lot of my friends more regularly, but not at this price. No.
I'm so fed up with school and it's only September.
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idk man i don't really write fics any more and i really only used this as a place to share my fics
i'll put up something original i wrote in a couple minutes, and that's probably the last you'll see of me for months