CelticShannon

Bored, so very bored… I regret that. I want to be bored… I race inside where I think they are hiding him and if I'm right he'll be here. John's chained to a bed.  My hands are trembling.  How could this have happened?  How could I have been so careless? He's passed out on the bed, his shirts off, and sweat drips down his body. I race to his side to quiet my fears.  I put my hands on him.  I run my hands up his chest; put my head on his heart. Of course he's breathing but his heart is beating out of his chest.   How could this have happened? How could I have been so careless? "Sherlock?"  John's eyes open and he tries to put on a

For the last year, you’ve been dating Sherlock Holmes. Yes, the consultant detective and high functioning sociopath, as he says. John is happy for you both, yet he still can’t seem to wrap his mind around the fact that Sherlock has a girlfriend. And that goes for everyone else that knows him, yet John can understand it better than the rest. As for Mycroft, he asked you to spy on Sherlock for money, like he has for anyone else that lives in close proximity of his younger brother. You didn’t except, till later into the relationship when Sherlock said that the two of you could have fun with it. It was snowing outside as you ra

"Oh my GOODNESS!" Sam squealed as she wiggled and bounced where she sat on the side of my bed. "I can't believe this is really happening!" The 'this' she was referring to was finally meeting our friends from DeviantART face to face. The six of us had been friends for quite a while on line, so we all decided it was high time we actually meet each other. "I know!" I laughed at my cousin's enthusiasm. "AND we're going to see Celtic Thunder!" Of course we were going to see Celtic Thunder in concert the day they all met in person. I mean, they were the reason we all met on line too, so why not make our meeting all the more special by including

Mercy Anne Sullivan was laid to rest two days later. All of the papers and media called her a hero. Sam's father had barged into the ER drunk, brandishing a pistol and yelling that he was going to take his baby girl home one way or another. The charge nurse had initiated the lockdown which is what had caused Mercy and the police officer to take off running. Sam's father had shot the officer in the chest and had inadvertently given Mercy the opportunity to run back and warn Neil. Sam's father had barged down the hall towards her room where he had encountered Mercy. The young nurse had tried to talk him down but the man wasn't going to liste

Abby smiled as she rolled over to stop her alarm clock. Finally. Today was the day that she and Keith would be spending together after months and months of Celtic Thunder touring. Keith and Abby had become very close friends, and any opportunity to hang out and be crazily awesome never got passed by. Abby had nothing planned for today; things usually worked out how they worked out. Every time they would do something completely different. One time, Keith had mistaken a mannequin for a real girl in a mall. All his pick-up lines and swanky gestures had gone to waste when he walked around the front and saw she wasn't real. "Yeah… I knew

WHEN AN IMMORTAL FALLS When an immortal falls Part of them stays In the people they touched And the creatures they caught When an immortal falls It's doing what they love Protecting those they've cared for When an immortal falls The whole world mourns When an immortal falls A legend is born

How come he left? I asked God why With my teary eyes Staring up into the sky You took him from us A friend so dear And now we all question Why his time had been so near His death was unlikely Hit by a stingray Almost as if it was yesterday That I heard him shout "Crikey"! He left without warning Into a forever endless sleep And we all will remember him Steve Irwin, may you rest in peace Steve Irwin  ~1962-2006~

Don't hate the ray It only did what nature told it to It was grumpy and felt threatened So it took the only action that it knew Don't hate the ray What it did was only natures way The ray is still a beauty of the sea A creature to be respected and conserved By folks like you and me But most importantly You'll find this to be true Please Don't hate the ray Because Steve wouldn't want us to

Rest In Peace, Steve Irwin You did the world a lot of good in your life The world will now do good in your name You opened the eyes of many around the globe And there is not a dry eye as we mourn you today But do not despair, all who read, for that would not have been his way Just say "Crikey, we'll miss you" and do what you can to continue his dream "Every little bit helps" he said and now it's up to us For if we all help, just a little bit, his dreams will come to pass And he will never truely be gone For he will always be in the hearts and minds of those who loved him Prayers to his family, who have lost something that cannot be

September the forth, the forth of september, I'll ever remember the forth of september. Bright eyed and young, glued to the set, the croc song was sung, and that's when I met The man with the gapped smile, boots and tan shorts. with an accent to love and reptile cohorts. He taught me his lessons, to love and have seen flora and fauna and all inbetween. How I loved his stories, smiles and quirks, excursions to the wild where wildlife lurks. The world knew his name when I was grown. The hunter was famous, his legacy in stone. And I loved him still, as much as before. And when he'd smile, I'd love him even more. I'll never forget t