Flying-With-The-Owls

His palace was beautiful; shimmering marble columns and breathtaking views. Towers climbed beyond the clouds. Architectural styles merged together as different additions were built onto it, resulting in an eclectic appearance that confused some and astounded others. Some went running as fast as their feet could carry them, and some were drawn closer, surprising themselves. Sherlock Holmes had spent his entire life building the mind palace, annexing and adding whole wings and parlors and floors and towers devoted to different subject matter. It was a cold place, filled with knowledge but no people, no body heat to melt the ice that gathered i

"Dean! There's not going to be any pie left if you keep eating it all!" Mary Winchester admonished. Dean jumped. He had been trying to be subtle. "Sorry, Mommy. It's just so good." "I know, I know, but it'll be even better cooked." Mary smiled at him, absolutely radiant. Her hands were wrapped in oven mitts and an oversize apron covered her protruding stomach. She'd been having cravings for baked goods, and Dean was all too happy to help, or hinder, really. "I love you, Mom," he said. ~~ "Uh, Dean? You okay? you're crying." Dean woke up to Sam's concerned face. He blinked and looked around, taking in the ugly motel room. He was hit very

"Sir, a masked person between the ages of 15 and 18 is attempting to enter the window. Shall I sound the alarm?" "Wha--" Peter sat up and looked around. Wade. "No, JARVIS, it's just Wade. Please don't ever announce his entrance again." "Duly noted, Master Peter." "Thanks, JARVIS." Peter unlocked the window and was subsequently tackled by a masked teenage boy. Automatically, he shot web at the wall, and they were suspended, literally hanging from a thread. "Hi, Pete." "Hello, Wade." "I love it when you suspend us from a web. It's sexy. Sexy, sexy spider. " Wade smiled and pressed his lips to Peter's. "We're 40 stories up." "Yes. We a

Owen Harper was wrong. There was an afterlife. Susie hadn't seen it, he hadn't seen it, because they were both destined to come back. It wasn't heaven, no pearly gates and angels, but it was peaceful. For Owen, it was a gazebo in a park where people he knew occasionally wandered by. His grandparents and parents, a kid in primary school who'd been hit by a car. He saw Susie once or twice. Tosh was around a lot, and they walked the trails of the park, talking and not talking all at once. Then, Ianto; reunited with an old dog and mourning for Jack. He saw Katie occasionally, with her family. He thought it might be awkward, being with Tosh an

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Seme Sassafras, known to his friends as Seme, loved stallions. He loved their rippling muscles. He loved their height. One he had been with was 18 hands tall! He loved their deep, vibrating voices. He had a picture of Shining Armor, that gorgeous white royal wedding stallion, hanging on his bedroom wall. He loved, more than anything: being on top of one, riding throughout the days and nights. Mares just weren't the same. They didn't get his heart pounding the way stallions did. Uke Lele, who would be known to his friends as Uke if he had any, ABSOLUTELY, POSITIVELY DID NOT LIKE OTHER STALLIONS. He was a down-to-earth stallion, chilling at th