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One Two Three by SketchWriter, literature

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One Two Three

One two three, one two three Your feet know what to do Carrying you graciously across the floor One two three, one two three You gaze up at your partner Every thought is linked to his One two three, one two three Both of you are so close together Your hearts are almost beating simultaneously One two three, one two … The last step, the final moment of being together After this step your ways will part again The serenity of the moment lost Catching the glint in the other's eyes, unconsciously grasping your hands tighter Three.

I Refuse To Say Farewell by SketchWriter, literature

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I Refuse To Say Farewell

Dear Love, I'd like to thank you. Thank you for all the good times, and yes, even the bad. I thank you for the times you made me feel like I was invincible, untouchable even. For the times I was lifted high on your shoulders, out of reach for all the hurt and pain. Granting me a look from above. Superior to the rest, that's how you made me feel, because you were with me. We were a good team, the both of us, I cannot do anything else than come to that conclusion. You are even forgiven for those moments when you would cloud my mind and give me that weird and unnameable feeling. When you would occupy my brain in such a way that I could barel

Whispered Stories by SketchWriter, literature

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Whispered Stories

Some places are never silent. There always seems to be a whispering going around in an old house. It's not just the mice running around on the attic, causing a rustling sound by moving fast on their tiny paws. The wind is not the only cause of the left behind curtains' moving. Portraits down the hall seem to be looming over you. Their silent look holding a tone of disdain. Layers and layers of dust seem to be untouched for years, but who knows? The creaking of the floorboards are the result of thousands footsteps, long forgotten by others but still saved in their hard, wooden memory. How many people stood on that exact same spot you're sta

Sherlock: A Package of Death pt. I by SketchWriter, literature

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Sherlock: A Package of Death pt. I

The buzzing in his mind started. He searched through thousands of pictures in his mind. Images, flashes and impressions; he let them all pass in a fraction of a second. He needed to get out of here, that much was clear. But his hunger, no, need for information was not satisfied yet. Answers were what he wanted and answers were what he would get. All he had to do was block that annoying sound of dripping water on the floor of the warehouse in which he was currently held captive. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Sherlock Holmes was sitting on the sofa staring intently at the space in f

The place stories come from by SketchWriter, literature

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The place stories come from

'Sometimes people wonder where stories come from. A person can tell a story about something so unbelievable, yet so wonderful that it seems real. That's because it is. I don't wonder about it, though, because I know where stories come from. It's a magical place with thousands of enchanting creatures, beautiful plants, trees as high as sky scrapers and heroic people. Whatever you can think of, it exists there. Every once in a while, people come to witness all of this. They watch the talking trees, dance with the fairies and feel the heat of a dragon's fire. Eventhough there are many people at the same time, you don't walk into them. No m

Too cold for angels to fly by SketchWriter, literature

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Too cold for angels to fly

With her bare feet she stood in the snow. Her footsteps led back to a grey building. She had just walked out of the front door without anyone noticing her. Her brown curls hung loosely around her white spotted face. She remembered her mother had told her to comb it, but it wasn't necessary. Not anymore. The cold snowflakes brushed her face. It was very cold outside, almost too cold, but she didn't notice. Not anymore. Her fingers felt the soft material of her dress. The dress was a bit too short for her liking, but she didn't care. Not anymore. She looked back once more at the building. Her family was in there, crying probably

True love lasts a long time by SketchWriter, literature

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True love lasts a long time

Together they were walking. No destination in mind, just wandering the streets together. Their hands were locked. Their fingers were intertwined, as they had been a million times before. He turned his head to look at her. His eyes saw the familiar person next to him, she was more than just familiar to him. A soft smile graced her lips. A smile he had seen so many times, but never seemed to lose its beauty. Together they were walking. No destination in mind, just wandering the streets together. He looked at her again. To the world she was imperfect, to him she was far from that He thought about that morning. When he had awoken next to he

As solid as a Wilson by SketchWriter, literature

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As solid as a Wilson

As solid as a Wilson Gregory House limped away from the remains that once were his motorbike. There were flames and smoke everywhere that made his vision blurry. He tried to get away from the danger. Danger. Hah. Gregory House didn't know what danger was, he thought bitterly to himself. He sighed as he sat down in the grass. When he looked at his motorbike, he wondered how he actually got there. It seemed like ages ago he was pulling pranks on Wilson… 'Morning sunshine.' House said cheerfully when Wilson came in, still wearing his pyjamas. 'Morning' Wilson grunted back. Dark rings under his eyes showed signs of the long nights at the h

The moment time stood still by SketchWriter, literature

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The moment time stood still

The moment time stood still, was the moment she was surrounded by the smell of flowers. She smelled lilac, freesia's and roses. She could smell the grass; still a bit wet from the rain. She could also smell his scent, lingering around her. The moment time stood still, was the moment she could hear the birds sing their beautiful songs. Each had a different melody; a different composition of sounds which seemed to fit perfectly. And, in harmony with the songs and the whispers of the grass, she could hear him breathing softly next to her. The moment time stood still, was the moment she felt the soft grass beneath her. The sunlight touching her

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One Two Three by SketchWriter, literature

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I Refuse To Say Farewell by SketchWriter, literature

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Whispered Stories by SketchWriter, literature

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Whispered Stories

Sherlock: A Package of Death pt. I by SketchWriter, literature

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Sherlock: A Package of Death pt. I

The place stories come from by SketchWriter, literature

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The place stories come from

Too cold for angels to fly by SketchWriter, literature

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Too cold for angels to fly

True love lasts a long time by SketchWriter, literature

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True love lasts a long time

As solid as a Wilson by SketchWriter, literature

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As solid as a Wilson

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Artist // Student // Literature

Oct 10
Netherlands
Deviant for 13 years
She / Her

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My Bio

Hiya!
My pen name is SketchWriter, which you probably already noticed, since you actually clicked on my name or just saw it written somewhere...

So this is the place I can tell everybody something about myself. Hm, interesting. It's actually more interesting than being me. I'm not the most special person in this universe (I don't even come close), but I do consider myself weird (it's so boring to be normal, right?). I'm not weird in the way that I walk on my hands all day and eat things with my feet, although it would be extremely awesome to be able to do that, I'm not capable of such things. I suffer from what my friend and I call 'Doctor Who Brains', which means that I can think of a million different things in a very short time and sometimes have trouble concentrating (sometimes). I know, most people would call it hyperactivity, but he, I'm a fan of Doctor Who, so why not give it a more interesting name?

If you still want to read along, for some reason, I'll tell you a bit more about myself although it won't be interesting.

I'm a 17 year old girl and live in the Netherlands. For those who don't know where that is, it's the petite country next to Germany and above Belgium. I would love to be a writer one day. I'm fond of the English language, a Doctor Who fanatic, a Bookworm with a capital B and an iPod-person. That last thing means that my iPod is always with me, well, pretty close to always. My iPod, at least 2 pens and a notepad are always with me, along with a good book. (Isn't it incredible how much you can stuff into a bag? I swear my rucksack is bigger on the inside.)

As I said I would love to be a writer one day. To achieve that, I practice a lot. Meaning: I write a lot (some things are truly rubbish) and keep working on it untill I'm satisfied (which is never).

So, that's pretty much a short and quick summary of me. I can ramble on and on but it wouldn't be interesting.

O, and by the way, if anyone got a request; I'm always happy to write you something (don't ask me to draw something, because I can't even draw a proper tree...)

Favourite Visual Artist

Why choose one?

Favourite Movies

Notting Hill, Avatar, Harry Potter, Dead Poet's Society, RV, Pride and Prejudice,

Favourite TV Shows

Sherlock, Doctor Who, Criminal Minds, NCIS, Leverage, Covert Affairs, Modern Family, House MD, QI,

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Pretty much everyone that makes music, just not rap.. Sorry for anyone who loves rap, but it's not my cup of tea..

Favourite Books

A lot. And I seriously mean a fantastic amount of books.

Favourite Writers

Jane Austen, Kelley Armstrong, J.k. Rowling, Arthur Conan Doyle,

Favourite Gaming Platform

Tools of the Trade

My computer, pen and huge amount of notebooks, but don't you dare touch any of them!

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SketchWriter

Dec 4, 2011

Guess what Doctor I resemble most...

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Hellloooooo!!! So I found this on Super-Skitty (https://www.deviantart.com/super-skitty)'s account and I just had  to steal it and try it myself... Yes, I should be doing other things right now. Yes, I know you're not really interested in this. Yes, you have to read it. Wait, no, you don't. I'm not going to force you to do anything.... Not yet anyways. So here we go: FIRST DOCTOR [ ] You think you're better than other species (more specifically, humans)  not really [ ] You've run away from home [X] You have been bullied [X] You are frequently sarcastic  me, sarcastic? noooooo [ ] You have brown eyes  Nope, sorry. [ ] You occasionally wear a cape

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SketchWriter

Aug 25, 2011

I'm tagged

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So, I'm tagged by ~capricordestin (https://www.deviantart.com/capricordestin) and I decided to join the tagging-experience. =D Well, here we go then: The rules: 1. You must post 10 different questions, but they must be your own questions, don't copy anyone else's questions. 2. You must then tag 10 people (I'll cheat and just tag 8 people :P) who must answer your questions (which you cannot answer yourself) then ask 10 different questions. Go to their page and tell them they have been tagged. 3. They can be random questions but mustn't be anything rude. :bulletgreen:1. What is your username and does it have any meaning to you? My username is SketchWriter (https://www.deviantart.com/sketchwriter). It does have

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SketchWriter

Jun 15, 2011

Thanks, sorry and yes I am a bit lazy

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Heey everyone,, I know it's shocking but I'm still alive! Having said that, I want to proceed with saying that I'm truly sorry for not responding to all your fantastic comments, flattering faves and wonderful 'watches'! I'm going to thank all of you personally for that, but for now, please be patient and accept this (somewhat late apology). My two weeks of hell (pardon me, my two weeks filled with tests *cough*) has started this tuseday, so I'm still going to be late with responding to you all but after that it'll get better. I promise! =P That was about it. I'm going to stop for tonight, since I'm pretty tired and I want, no NEED to fin