MsGurgi

It was raining. Pouring actually. Normally this wasn’t a problem, you loved the rain, but today it was entirely unwelcome. It had been pleasantly sunny when you left the flat and you had dressed appropriately in a light sweater and jeans with a pair of flats but now it was raining. You were soaked and shivering, as you trudged down the street towards the flat where John and Sherlock were waiting for you to come back from work. There hadn’t been any time for you to duck under an awning before you were drenched by the sudden down pour, the sky seemingly dumping a bucket of water on you, and what was little more water when you were

Teacher!England XStudent!Reader: Poetry ch.1  (Name) (Last Name), a Junior in high school, has been getting poetry in her lockers for the past week. None of them are signed, but all of them are absolutely beautiful. Her secret admirer must love all that is literature. This is the one she just got:  “Before I met you, I felt that I couldn't love anyone, That nobody would be able to fill the void in my heart, But that all changed when I met you... Then I came to realize you were always on my mind. You're funny and sweet, You make me laugh and smile, You take away all my anger and sadness, You are the most beautiful woman I have ever s

[Name] knew that any sensible woman wouldn't love the things she loved, the people she loved. They wouldn't do the things that she did for the things and the people that she loved. Countless times, she had lied, cheated and stolen just to be able to feel the perfect arms around her, the perfect voice in her ears as it told her she had done perfectly. Sighing, she tossed the bloody kunai in her hand down on the ground as she entered the Akatsuki's base. She couldn't say that she really enjoyed the killing, but she enjoyed what it brought her: peace of mind in knowing that it made others happy, which in turn made her happy. But did that even m

(Name) was not the kind of woman to normally frequent places like the infamous night club Luxe. In her youth, she never drank before she was legal, told a lie, and was an honor student. Now she was one of Los Angeles’s top event planners. How on earth did she end up in a place like this? Simple, a date gone wrong, a painful pair of stilettos, and a stolen wallet. All she had was the $50 she kept hidden in her bra and she was going to drink $40 of that and $10 for a taxi home. She sat there, sipping her vodka cranberry in sorrow, trying to ignore the loud music, stripping dancers, and drunken idiots. That’s when she noticed a tall

You watched grimly as soldier after soldier filed into the infirmary. Some had sustained only minor injuries – cuts, bruises or broken bones. Others, however, had to be carried, screaming in pain from severed limbs, or already unconscious from loss of blood. So many, you thought sadly, another expedition a failure. You got to work, guiding soldiers to different departments depending on the severity of their wounds. You had been charged with the minor injuries, while the worst were left to your superiors. You were glad you had not been forced to bear that weight. Too many times had men died under your care, men who trusted you, who beli

It was raining. Pouring actually. Normally this wasn’t a problem, you loved the rain, but today it was entirely unwelcome. It had been pleasantly sunny when you left the flat and you had dressed appropriately in a light sweater and jeans with a pair of flats but now it was raining. You were soaked and shivering, as you trudged down the street towards the flat where John and Sherlock were waiting for you to come back from work. There hadn’t been any time for you to duck under an awning before you were drenched by the sudden down pour, the sky seemingly dumping a bucket of water on you, and what was little more water when you were

"Where am I? What happened to me?" I was totally confused. "You are in a hotel. I brought you here." a voice said behind me. "Harley Quinn?! What are you doing here?" "Well, I saw you everyday. And you were so cute. I just couldn't control myself." "Why me? I'm a loser." "I don't care. If someone tries to hurt you, I'm gonna kill'em. Your body and your heart are mine. "What if I wanna go back to my family?" "Please, don't leave me alone." "Okay, I can stay for a while. What's with Joker?" "He... used and abused me." "Oh.. This is sad." "Not really. I'm in love." she smiled. "With who?" "That's a secret, honey. But...you saved me

“I love you” are words I can say easily to one whom I love. But that’s not the case for everyone. The young man with messy black hair sitting in front of you was one of them. For close to five years you had been dating him but never once had he uttered those magic words. Normally, it didn’t bother you but today was special. Today was the day that he had promised to propose to you – right after his graduation from college. Yet the awkward guy was acting just like normal, sitting in that slouch of his while his dark eyes roved over the piles of papers in front of him. Obviously deep in thought over some Math prob

"I didn't expect to see you back here. Running back to the X-files?" "You wish. I'm just passing a case onto you. It was given to me, but I've decided it's too... odd for my unit." "Too odd for the people who chase down psychopaths who do brain surgery with screwdrivers? Too odd for the people who hire said mad doctors a few years later?" "We've been passing it back and forth, we're divided into biology and psychology down there. In any case, we think these suicides came from outside influence. And we couldn't find anything but the fact they all claimed to have seen a fairy a few days before. They claimed it was a guardian angel of the sor