Sherlock- Legs JWW Warning- Post Reichenbach spoilers/angstA John Watson's War fiction"Tell me what you're feeling." The man looked away. It was raining again. Grey water streamed down the large windows of the home. No. Not home. Office. It used to be a home, once. It was meant to look like a home. The therapist simply rented the room, there were clear signs that she wasn't living there. Signs few others would see. Signs that months of detective work had taught John to look for. "Mr. Watson, you know I have to charge you for these sessions, it might be more beneficial for you if you tried to help yourself." The woman said in that sickening calm voice s
Missing- Chapter 3: Emile- Bowser's CastleChapter 3-Emile: Bowser's Castle"Wait a minute…" a voice muttered. "Emile?"Emile turned around. He couldn't see anything, but the person who had spoken was obvious. "Jon?""Uh, yeah." Emile squinted, and his eyes adjusted so he could see. Jon was sitting on another mattress a few feet away. Emile stood, and stretched because he had been sitting for a while."Where are we?" he asked.Jon stood up as well. "Do you think I'd know?""Well… I dunno, maybe.""How did you get here?""I kind of fell."He couldn't see him, but Emile could tell that Jon had rolled his eyes."Yeah, I saw, but fell from where?"Emile pointed upwards, to the
Sunset-Belated Irko WeekWhen the sunset fallsI mourn the disappearanceOf the stunning light.I will wait during the nightFor that same light to return.
Ursroh: GoodbyeGoodbye was the hardest thing for any of them, so he refused to say it. Instead, he would tell her he would see her later. In time they would be together, they just had to wait. Patience wasn’t one of her strong suits though. She wanted the answers to her problems then.A few years had passed since they last saw one another. A few years too long for either of them. He hoped things would stay the same for them, that nothing would have changed. She would still remain beautiful and he would still sweep her off her feet.Goodbye had always been hard, but it was the hello that was worth it. But his hello never came. She wasn’t there wh
Affair“Hon, can I talk with you a moment?” she had asked.I nodded in agreement. It didn’t seem like anything was wrong. I knew she loved me. I knew she would do anything for me.Affair.I remember hearing that word. She didn’t say it, did she? She couldn’t have. She loved me. She wouldn’t betray my trust like that. Not after twenty years of marriage.Then there were the tears. Were they from me? Were they from her? Or maybe from the both of us. She betrayed me. But she couldn’t do that to me. She loved me.Sheran into the bedroom shortly after she stopped speaking, but I wasn’t sure why. I heard the sui
Ursroh-TraitorShe let the words sink in as they muttered the same word under their breath. Now she stood alone, with no one to comfort her, branded as a horrendous criminal. Fleeing was the only option for her, and it wasn’t one she wanted to do.TraitorHe heard the way they talked. They were all the same, from the army to the citizens; they all said the same word. They all called her the same thing. But they would never know the real reason for any of it. Why she did what she did. They didn’t even care.TraitorShe longed for the touch of her love. Maybe now that she was away from it all, he would come to her. They could live by themselves,
Ursroh week:ZukoI used to be jealous of you, you know. You had such high priority with your mother, she would drop anything if you called out for her, including me. Actually, that did happen once. You see, your father was away, and we had spent the night together. Then you came knocking at her door, crying about a nightmare. Well, she made me get dressed and move over so you could fall asleep right in-between the grownups, and then she let you spend the night there. Although she had meant no offence, it was frustrating at the time, but looking back, it’s pretty amusing. But I’m getting off track.Anyway, I don’t think I could ever forgive my
Scars of the Past(notes: Text in between ** means Luigi's the only one telling the story while text between { } means E. Gadd is telling it. One * means Luigi's telling the same story as E. Gadd. No marks indicates present day, and [ ] means Mario is talking. ) It was the middle of Summer in the Mushroom Kingdom, and the heat was sweltering. Everyone was feeling the effect. All throughout the kingdom plants were wilting from the heat, and the castle gardeners were kept busy trying to save as many flowers as possible. But they weren't the only ones. At the Mario Brothers home, Luigi was busy in his own little garden. "Not another one..." he sigh
Mario Bros: Deepest FearsNOTE: With the release of Luigi's Mansion: Dark Moon, I'm declaring this an Alternate Universe story, as in it no longer fits with my other upcoming work.Thank you2/28/07 Deepest FearsMario whistled as he walked down the cobblestone path that led through the Mushroom village. The weather was perfect for a day out. Autumn had set in with all its glory, the leaves of the trees turning to multiple shades of red, yellow, orange and gold. Stopping to admire the scenery, Mario turned when he heard his name being called. "Mario! Wait up!" came a young girl's voice. "Yeah, wait!" mimicked another girl. It was Rainbow and Sun, the dau
Embrace-Belated Irko Week“My beloved Lu Ten, I will see you again,” Iroh vowed, eyes closed and filled with sorrow.He cared not about the rain drizzling down on him and his robes sticking to his skin. All he cared about was the tiny tombstone residing before him. Calligraphy was graceful inscribed along the edge of it; the elegant writing of his beloved son’s name. What was war when it cost your son’s life? What was winning if your son wasn’t there to share it with you? Nothing. It meant nothing to him. Tears crept through his eyelids and slid down his face.“Uncle?”Iroh felt a small hand tug on his sleeve. He opened his eyes a
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