Sherlock Post RBF Poem: Window Cries by CowMowS, literature
Literature
Sherlock Post RBF Poem: Window Cries
Window Cries
I look out the window and all I see
A grim reflection, though it is not like me
A face, which so very long ago
used to smile, see, love and know.
Against my better judgement I reach!
My fingers tremble, everyone and each
The soft tips touch eyes, o'erglassed
Bright, clever, belonging to a long-forgotten past
Just a figment of my over-emotional imaginiation,
Results of a dream, a much-wanted creation,
Cold glass leaves soft skin unyielding.
Death leaves smiles scissor-wielding.
Desperate nails leave scratches in the dirty dust
We have to return O, we simply must!
We left with nothing b'twixt us but pain
Cold
This story features the song Bright Eyes by the wonderful Art Garfunkel.
Pairing: JohnLock, YEAH!
Warnings: Angst. Sadness.
Panting, you shoot up straight in your bed, your eyes darting around the dark room, seeing nothing. Something moist dripples down from your cheek onto the rumpled sheets, but you don't even notice. Your chest heaves from trying to keep the sobs and cries back, but it's making a poor job out of it.
Is it a kind of dream,
Floating out on the tide,
Following the river of death downstream?
Oh, is it a dream?
You grimace grimly, facing the dark. If only it was a dream. If only Well, tonight it was a dream, but th
The Blasted Milk-Sherlock BBC by CowMowS, literature
Literature
The Blasted Milk-Sherlock BBC
Title: The Blasted Milk
Pairing: None this time xD
Author: CowMowS
...
"You took your tibe," John stated, his voice distorted because of his cold.
"You should be on the sofa, with the blanket I gave you. I'll make tea. Would you like tea?" Sherlock asked, while putting the shopping bags on the table, amidst the instruments and beakers with chemicals.
"Yes, I'll like that, thag you," John sniffed, going back to the sofa, shivering. "By the way, was this the shock blaget frob the Study ib Pik?"
"Yes it is. Why?"
"It's dot really warb."
"Are you cold?" Sherlock asked, casting John a worried look, and immediately checking the temperature
Shine Bright, Shine Bright
Oh, Molly...
I have seen the way you walk to work. You walk happy, bright, looking forward to the day. Filled with hopes, aren't you? Hope that today, wearing this particular dress or that special skirt, or those high-heeled shoes or neutral make-up will make him notice you. Hope, that today you won't act like the love-sick puppy he thinks you are. Hope that Hope How hopeless and helpless you must feel.
I have seen the way you enter Bart's, pushing the doors wide open, trying not to bump your bags and things against the door post, try to make a fluent entrance while smiling timidly at the spectators.
Sherlock Post RBF Poem: Window Cries by CowMowS, literature
Literature
Sherlock Post RBF Poem: Window Cries
Window Cries
I look out the window and all I see
A grim reflection, though it is not like me
A face, which so very long ago
used to smile, see, love and know.
Against my better judgement I reach!
My fingers tremble, everyone and each
The soft tips touch eyes, o'erglassed
Bright, clever, belonging to a long-forgotten past
Just a figment of my over-emotional imaginiation,
Results of a dream, a much-wanted creation,
Cold glass leaves soft skin unyielding.
Death leaves smiles scissor-wielding.
Desperate nails leave scratches in the dirty dust
We have to return O, we simply must!
We left with nothing b'twixt us but pain
Cold
This story features the song Bright Eyes by the wonderful Art Garfunkel.
Pairing: JohnLock, YEAH!
Warnings: Angst. Sadness.
Panting, you shoot up straight in your bed, your eyes darting around the dark room, seeing nothing. Something moist dripples down from your cheek onto the rumpled sheets, but you don't even notice. Your chest heaves from trying to keep the sobs and cries back, but it's making a poor job out of it.
Is it a kind of dream,
Floating out on the tide,
Following the river of death downstream?
Oh, is it a dream?
You grimace grimly, facing the dark. If only it was a dream. If only Well, tonight it was a dream, but th
The Blasted Milk-Sherlock BBC by CowMowS, literature
Literature
The Blasted Milk-Sherlock BBC
Title: The Blasted Milk
Pairing: None this time xD
Author: CowMowS
...
"You took your tibe," John stated, his voice distorted because of his cold.
"You should be on the sofa, with the blanket I gave you. I'll make tea. Would you like tea?" Sherlock asked, while putting the shopping bags on the table, amidst the instruments and beakers with chemicals.
"Yes, I'll like that, thag you," John sniffed, going back to the sofa, shivering. "By the way, was this the shock blaget frob the Study ib Pik?"
"Yes it is. Why?"
"It's dot really warb."
"Are you cold?" Sherlock asked, casting John a worried look, and immediately checking the temperature
Thank you. Please, take care of him. Watch after him SH
Oh, I know. I'll water him twice a week Molly
Don't, Molly. Don't try to joke SH
Sorry - Molly
How is he? SH
Depressed. He misses you Molly
I knew he would. SH
How about you? How are you? Molly
Bored. And terrified by food. That bigos thing looks strange SH
Oh! I heard it's good! Fetch me some? Molly
How? I won't be in London for... I don't know how long SH.
Here, have a picture of bigos SH
You're right. It looks strange Molly
He got himself a puppy Molly
Oh God. It's worse than I tho
So.
Here I am. I joined DeviantArt today, a new phase in my life has started. xD I am a Dutch writer, or at least I try to. I'm a Sherlockian, a Whovian, I love cows and tangerines.
I have an account on FanFiction. net, I am CowMow there. I'll mainly post oneshots here, if you want multi-chaps, I think you'd better go there.
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Thank you, glad to be here. I tried to submit a story here though... will you accept it or not? I mean, I can't draw, at all, but I can write, more or less