Kitty-Ham

Tired. I'm so tired. What I don't understand is why nothing stays the same anymore. Lemons fall apart. Garage doors swing far beyond the reach of the average lawn mower, and I can't see why she won't come back. Cats often enjoy being led to things up in the air where they can see far away. I'm drawing a blank. Pencils. Electronic music. Everything you've never known. I can't play anymore. Will this be over soon? I can't see through the darkness. Are you there? Frozen in time. I can't make words tonight; how can I think when I can't breathe easy? Too many distractions. I can't focus on all the beauty around me when all this seaweed clogs the

*Spoiler warning* This story contains spoilers for Season 2 of Marvel's Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. Read at your own risk and stuff.     *sniffle*     What was that? Skye sat up in her bed. She kept still and listened.     *sniffle*     There it is again! Was somebody crying? She was curious now, but she hesitated to investigate. She waited for a moment more, but her curiosity and concern got the best of her, so she quietly slipped out of bed and down the hall.     *sniffle*     Ah! It's coming from behind this door. But... this is Fitz's room, isn't it? Skye bit her lip. She didn't want to intrude, but... Fitz was her friend, and she

     The rain was pouring down hard on Baker Street. Countless raindrops pounded against the window in waves as the wind howled, melding together to create a familiar and surprisingly soothing sound. The storm had knocked out the power hours ago, so 221B was kept illuminated by a few candles scattered here and there about the room, casting a cozy flickering glow. Sherlock Holmes was curled up in his favorite chair with a blanket, absorbed in an old-looking mystery novel. Every few minutes he'd gently turn the page, and occasionally he'd quietly nestle down further into his chair. Sherlock was usually such a whirlwind of energy whenever you ha