Wholock. Chapter 3: The roaring twenties. by manticorethegreat, literature
Literature
Wholock. Chapter 3: The roaring twenties.
Wholock
Chapter 3: The roaring twenties.
A woman stood on the street corner. Hat pulled over her eyes, her trench coat pulled tight. Heavy rain, cold night, fog rolling down the Chicago Street, she heard slow jazz playing in the café behind her. Nice music, she thought. Her musing interrupted by a loud rumbling coming down the road.
A motorcycle. Of course he got a motorcycle. “He” pulled up in front of her and pulled off his helmet. The Doctor’s bangs whipped back to their normal place.
“Hello, Margret.”
“Oi you! This is where you’ve been all this time?!? Hitching up on a ruddy motorbike?!
Lost.
You’re lost.
You think you have it so rough.
You’re lost.
You use your past as an excuse to sell drugs.
You’re lost.
But everyone else deals with crap, brother.
You’re just one of the ones who takes it out on others.
You’re lost.
You kick a kid down in hallway.
You’re lost.
Just cuz he looked at you funny.
Well now he’s lost.
He really did have it rough.
He’s lost.
You made it worse by tryin to be tough.
He’s lost.
He already wanted to be dead.
But you’re the one that made him put a bullet through his head.
He’s lost.
He’s gone from his family and his friends.
He&r
Just can't stand it. by manticorethegreat, literature
Literature
Just can't stand it.
Just can’t stand it.
I don’t know if you’re being a jerk, or just kidding around.
But it makes me so mad, I just don’t know what to do.
We’re supposed to be friends, and you say that all the time,
But then why do you turn around and treat me like dirt?
Something lesser, a child, inferior, like I’m some kind of jerk.
I text you. You’re buddy buddy. But with a friend?
I’m pushed away, I have to talk to the hand.
I don’t know if you know, but it cuts me deep.
To be treated like something lower, a creep.
I’ve dealt with it for a while now, but no more.
I don’t know how to tell you
Wholock Chapter two. The Dark Ages. by manticorethegreat, literature
Literature
Wholock Chapter two. The Dark Ages.
NOTICE: The writer apologizes in advance for any discrepancies with established cannon in the series. You may find it difficult to find a place for this in the Doctor Who universe. It is merely a story, for fun. Please enjoy!
Wholock
Chapter 2
The dark ages.
The Doctor smacked levers and pushed buttons as Sherlock, Margaret, and Elizabeth watched.
“So where are we going, Doctor?” Margaret said.
“Well I’m not sure yet.” He responded. “The TARDIS has a mind of her own. So I might just let her take us for a ride, eh?”
“I don’t trust this box. It keeps putting us in danger.” Elizabeth
I look towards you but you’re gone.
Now I realize my love for you was strong.
And having to be apart
Just brings so much pain to my heart.
But don’t look through doors that are closed.
Maybe it’s a time to learn and grow.
It’s life. It ebbs and flows.
Sometimes people just say no.
It’s give and take,
Learn from mistakes.
Live with it, and don’t hate.
You have to deal with fate.
Wounds heal, hurt fades.
No sense dwelling on it every day.
The world rolls on, don’t have a fit,
As it rolls on, will you move on with it?
WhoLock Chapter one. The rescue adventure. by manticorethegreat, literature
Literature
WhoLock Chapter one. The rescue adventure.
NOTICE: The writer apologizes in advance for any discrepancies with established cannon in the series. You may find it difficult to find a place for this in the Doctor Who universe. It is merely a story, for fun. Please enjoy!
WhoLock
Chapter 1.
Sherlock Who?
Sherlock felt himself rushing through the air. You would expect a man’s life to flash before his eyes, but Sherlock? Nothing. He opened his eyes as he…hit a swimming pool? He jumped out of the water and looked around. “This isn’t normal.” There were many lights, yet the room still looked dim. Shiny counter, polished floor, showers and a bathroom. Everythin
I have never felt something like this inside,
It makes me smile but it makes me cry.
I cannot quite explain myself.
But it is not a feeling that I can just shelf.
Save it for later like so much else.
That shelf is a dangerous place to be.
Desire, hatred, and secret longings.
I hate myself for having it, but yet it’s there,
I’ll look at it and scream about how it’s not fair.
How much I hide away from everyone else.
Maybe I can hide from it with all my escapes.
With money, games, friends, and cakes.
But it’s always there looking over my shoulder.
All my secrets tucked away in a folder.
That shelf over there is part of
Equestria: The Dark Side. Epilogue. by manticorethegreat, literature
Literature
Equestria: The Dark Side. Epilogue.
Equestria: The Dark Side.
Epilogue: Not giving up that easy.
Night Spark slowly walked to prison: his head hung. He didn’t speak, his cloak trailed behind him as he was led away. Shining armor couldn’t keep quiet.
“I’m sorry, father.” He whispered “But you know this must be done.”
Shining armor received a worried look, but no words from his father.
“I understand. You don’t have to forgive me.”
Night Spark whimpered, making Shining Armor very confused.
They reached the palace and brought the prisoner before the princess. She glared at him.
“Night Spark, for your crimes I would
Equestria: The Dark Side. Chapter 11: Revenge by manticorethegreat, literature
Literature
Equestria: The Dark Side. Chapter 11: Revenge
Equestria: The Dark Side
Chapter 11: Revenge.
“AHHHHHGGGHH!!!” Night Spark yelled as he and his father, Dark Reign, were teleported across the land. Dark Reign stood up.
“No…NO! Without me there my army will fall apart!”
“That’s the idea.” Night Spark said from behind. Dark Reign turned around quickly.
“At least I still have one scum to kill.”
“Do your worst.”
Night Spark conjured up a shield, but his father’s blast shattered it easily. Dark Reign dashed forward and kneed Night Spark in the face, turned and shot him with a blast of fire in the back.
Dark Reign gas
Crossover requests! by manticorethegreat, literature
Literature
Crossover requests!
Hey everyone. Recently, i have developed an interest in crossovers.
So please comment a crossover that you would like to see and i will do my best.
I will not be doing all as i may not be familiar with some of the characters you suggest.
Please comment away! If it's one i really like, i may make it into a series since my main fanfic is drawing to a close.
Wholock. Chapter 3: The roaring twenties. by manticorethegreat, literature
Literature
Wholock. Chapter 3: The roaring twenties.
Wholock
Chapter 3: The roaring twenties.
A woman stood on the street corner. Hat pulled over her eyes, her trench coat pulled tight. Heavy rain, cold night, fog rolling down the Chicago Street, she heard slow jazz playing in the café behind her. Nice music, she thought. Her musing interrupted by a loud rumbling coming down the road.
A motorcycle. Of course he got a motorcycle. “He” pulled up in front of her and pulled off his helmet. The Doctor’s bangs whipped back to their normal place.
“Hello, Margret.”
“Oi you! This is where you’ve been all this time?!? Hitching up on a ruddy motorbike?!
Lost.
You’re lost.
You think you have it so rough.
You’re lost.
You use your past as an excuse to sell drugs.
You’re lost.
But everyone else deals with crap, brother.
You’re just one of the ones who takes it out on others.
You’re lost.
You kick a kid down in hallway.
You’re lost.
Just cuz he looked at you funny.
Well now he’s lost.
He really did have it rough.
He’s lost.
You made it worse by tryin to be tough.
He’s lost.
He already wanted to be dead.
But you’re the one that made him put a bullet through his head.
He’s lost.
He’s gone from his family and his friends.
He&r
Just can't stand it. by manticorethegreat, literature
Literature
Just can't stand it.
Just can’t stand it.
I don’t know if you’re being a jerk, or just kidding around.
But it makes me so mad, I just don’t know what to do.
We’re supposed to be friends, and you say that all the time,
But then why do you turn around and treat me like dirt?
Something lesser, a child, inferior, like I’m some kind of jerk.
I text you. You’re buddy buddy. But with a friend?
I’m pushed away, I have to talk to the hand.
I don’t know if you know, but it cuts me deep.
To be treated like something lower, a creep.
I’ve dealt with it for a while now, but no more.
I don’t know how to tell you
Wholock Chapter two. The Dark Ages. by manticorethegreat, literature
Literature
Wholock Chapter two. The Dark Ages.
NOTICE: The writer apologizes in advance for any discrepancies with established cannon in the series. You may find it difficult to find a place for this in the Doctor Who universe. It is merely a story, for fun. Please enjoy!
Wholock
Chapter 2
The dark ages.
The Doctor smacked levers and pushed buttons as Sherlock, Margaret, and Elizabeth watched.
“So where are we going, Doctor?” Margaret said.
“Well I’m not sure yet.” He responded. “The TARDIS has a mind of her own. So I might just let her take us for a ride, eh?”
“I don’t trust this box. It keeps putting us in danger.” Elizabeth
I look towards you but you’re gone.
Now I realize my love for you was strong.
And having to be apart
Just brings so much pain to my heart.
But don’t look through doors that are closed.
Maybe it’s a time to learn and grow.
It’s life. It ebbs and flows.
Sometimes people just say no.
It’s give and take,
Learn from mistakes.
Live with it, and don’t hate.
You have to deal with fate.
Wounds heal, hurt fades.
No sense dwelling on it every day.
The world rolls on, don’t have a fit,
As it rolls on, will you move on with it?
WhoLock Chapter one. The rescue adventure. by manticorethegreat, literature
Literature
WhoLock Chapter one. The rescue adventure.
NOTICE: The writer apologizes in advance for any discrepancies with established cannon in the series. You may find it difficult to find a place for this in the Doctor Who universe. It is merely a story, for fun. Please enjoy!
WhoLock
Chapter 1.
Sherlock Who?
Sherlock felt himself rushing through the air. You would expect a man’s life to flash before his eyes, but Sherlock? Nothing. He opened his eyes as he…hit a swimming pool? He jumped out of the water and looked around. “This isn’t normal.” There were many lights, yet the room still looked dim. Shiny counter, polished floor, showers and a bathroom. Everythin
I have never felt something like this inside,
It makes me smile but it makes me cry.
I cannot quite explain myself.
But it is not a feeling that I can just shelf.
Save it for later like so much else.
That shelf is a dangerous place to be.
Desire, hatred, and secret longings.
I hate myself for having it, but yet it’s there,
I’ll look at it and scream about how it’s not fair.
How much I hide away from everyone else.
Maybe I can hide from it with all my escapes.
With money, games, friends, and cakes.
But it’s always there looking over my shoulder.
All my secrets tucked away in a folder.
That shelf over there is part of
Equestria: The Dark Side. Epilogue. by manticorethegreat, literature
Literature
Equestria: The Dark Side. Epilogue.
Equestria: The Dark Side.
Epilogue: Not giving up that easy.
Night Spark slowly walked to prison: his head hung. He didn’t speak, his cloak trailed behind him as he was led away. Shining armor couldn’t keep quiet.
“I’m sorry, father.” He whispered “But you know this must be done.”
Shining armor received a worried look, but no words from his father.
“I understand. You don’t have to forgive me.”
Night Spark whimpered, making Shining Armor very confused.
They reached the palace and brought the prisoner before the princess. She glared at him.
“Night Spark, for your crimes I would
Equestria: The Dark Side. Chapter 11: Revenge by manticorethegreat, literature
Literature
Equestria: The Dark Side. Chapter 11: Revenge
Equestria: The Dark Side
Chapter 11: Revenge.
“AHHHHHGGGHH!!!” Night Spark yelled as he and his father, Dark Reign, were teleported across the land. Dark Reign stood up.
“No…NO! Without me there my army will fall apart!”
“That’s the idea.” Night Spark said from behind. Dark Reign turned around quickly.
“At least I still have one scum to kill.”
“Do your worst.”
Night Spark conjured up a shield, but his father’s blast shattered it easily. Dark Reign dashed forward and kneed Night Spark in the face, turned and shot him with a blast of fire in the back.
Dark Reign gas
Crossover requests! by manticorethegreat, literature
Literature
Crossover requests!
Hey everyone. Recently, i have developed an interest in crossovers.
So please comment a crossover that you would like to see and i will do my best.
I will not be doing all as i may not be familiar with some of the characters you suggest.
Please comment away! If it's one i really like, i may make it into a series since my main fanfic is drawing to a close.
Please, take your time and read this, its not as long as it seems.
Wanna kill yourself? Imagine this.
You come home from school one day. You've had yet another horrible day. You're just ready to give up. So you go to your room, close the door, and take out that suicide note you've written and rewritten over and over and over You take out those razor blades, and cut for the very last time. You grab that bottle of pills and take them all. Laying down, holding the letter to your chest, you close your eyes for the very last time.
A few hours later, your little brother knocks on your door to come tell you dinners ready. You don't answer, so he
Wholock. Chapter 3: The roaring twenties. by manticorethegreat, literature
Literature
Wholock. Chapter 3: The roaring twenties.
Wholock
Chapter 3: The roaring twenties.
A woman stood on the street corner. Hat pulled over her eyes, her trench coat pulled tight. Heavy rain, cold night, fog rolling down the Chicago Street, she heard slow jazz playing in the café behind her. Nice music, she thought. Her musing interrupted by a loud rumbling coming down the road.
A motorcycle. Of course he got a motorcycle. “He” pulled up in front of her and pulled off his helmet. The Doctor’s bangs whipped back to their normal place.
“Hello, Margret.”
“Oi you! This is where you’ve been all this time?!? Hitching up on a ruddy motorbike?!
Hey there! Just a few things about myself and my page. I am a Huge Doctor Who fan as well as a brony, and i love the show sherlock. I'm a writer and a poet I will take requests. I will write a poem or story about just about anything as. Restrictions may apply such as i may not know the fandom you want me to write about. But i will do any topic or kind of story. I've lived in Hawaii all my life. My favorite mythical creature is a manticore, and my favorite colors are blue and yellow.
Favourite Visual Artist
Corridor digital
Favourite Movies
meh, hard to say.
Favourite TV Shows
Avatar: last airbender, My little pony: Friendship is magic, Doctor Who.
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Neon trees, Queen, Bon jovi, Journey
Favourite Books
Harry potter. percy jackson
Favourite Writers
rick riordian
Favourite Games
AC:brother hood, Saint's row the third, super smash brother's brawl
Well it's probably been well over a year since I've been on here.
Just wanted to let anyone who still frequents this website that I'm going to be moving my poetry to a side called Power Poetry.
Look it up.
Thanks, and goodbye to Deviant Art.
I will take requests now! I added that to my page info/bio, and hopefully will get a good response.
Writing, obviously. I don't draw. But i will do any kind of writing (Poetry, short stories, etc) on any topic for little to no price. We can strike a deal, but i really just write for fun, not profit.
Some restrictions may apply. You will be notified of these when making a request.
Thanks!
I know, I haven't posted much lately. School started for me a few weeks back, right after i started my Wholock series.
It may be a while between my works of art, but bear with me, k?