ReunionIt was another day. Another day without Sherlock. I wasn't expecting any visitors, so had resigned to myself to my favourite chair and a newspaper. I made sure not to look at 'his' chair. It only brought back memories.Reunion3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
When there was a knock on the door, I was not all that surprised. Although the world knew about 'his' death, I still had a surprisingly large number of people coming to the door with cases. Some I tried to help solve, but most I dismissed. I was no no Sher... I wasn't a genius.
I waited patiently as a tall man entered. He was middle aged, and his hair was beginning to grey. I noticed that he walked with a slight limp. I tried to make out the man's features but they were obscured by a large beard and moustache.
"Good day sir", I said, "What brings you here?" The man shuffled his feet, and that of his face which I could see seemed to be considering what to say next. "I, I was a fan of Sherlock Holmes." I winced at the name, "I was wondering if I could see some o
Your betrayalIt was very windy. The rain lashed against my coat, soaking me thoroughly. We had arranged a meeting with a client nearby, but their house was on the other side of a mountain. A mountain that was only navigable on foot. Luckily the business would take time to clear up, so we were staying with them for a few days. I would have time to dry off before traversing the path again. I struggled through the heavy December rain, straining my eyes to see ahead. I walked slowly behind Sherlock, knowing that if I fell it was a huge drop to the ground.Your betrayal3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Suddenly, my shoe slipped on the wet stone and I lost my balance. My leg slid towards the edge of the cliff, and I grabbed at Sherlock's arm for support. Without warning, he calmly brought his arm away from my grip and took a step backwards. For a second I stared at him in terror, but I was still unbalanced and my feet slid from the edge, taking my body with it.
My hands scrabbled frantically at the stone, and somehow managed to catch on a
On the side of the angels He was never coming back, was he? All this time John had believed, hoped that his friend was alive. He wasn't. He knew this now. Every time he looked out of the window, he thought he saw Sherlock, every time he looked to the sky he imagined his friend an angel, and could almost see him there himself. But he wasn't coming back. Never.On the side of the angels3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
John sat on the chair opposite the one Sherlock used to sit on. He hadn't touched it since it happened. He had hoped that it was all a trick, that Sherlock would come back. He hadn't.
It had been two years.
The doorbell sounded. John heard Mrs Hudson rush to open it. He could hear her talking to the person at the door. It was probably her 'suitor'. That was what she called him. She thought that he would whisk her away to get married any time now. John felt sorry for the man.
There were footsteps on the s
Negative feelings.Anger,The burning feeling,Negative feelings.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Raging from inside,
Bringing suicidal thoughts,
Thoughts from people you despise.
You have to get them back,
Get them back for what they did.
Revenge is sought,
No coherent thought,
Whatever they get,
They ruined it all,
They deserve it.
If you could look into their eyes,
And punch out their daemonic lies,
The devils that will spend their time,
Planning it and then...
On your upset,
oh woe oh woe,
How far is it,
They will go?
And then it builds,
And then you feel,
That in this land nothing is real,
Exept for those on whom you prey,
And they will want to run away.
The eternal wave
floods the chasm left by
the burning anger,
With something worse.
The thought's bombard you,
coherent this time,
These things thay said that you despise,
And how you wish you could see their eyes,
Feel the anger rise.
The adventure of the Moon Newspaper- Help Sherlock"Sherlock, what is wrong with you?" Sherlock had spent the last two hours pacing the room, seemingly oblivious to anyone else being there. "Sherlock!" Exasperated, I moved to stand in front of my friend, who made a detour around me and carried on walking.The adventure of the Moon Newspaper- Help Sherlock3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"I mean it, Sherlock. Stop this!" Suddenly, Sherlock stopped. "Thank goodness " I began, but Sherlock ignored me. "It seems we have an unexpected client! Do take a seat John, if you're interested."
Stifling an annoyed exclamation, I went to sit in my chair, watching as Sherlock Holmes went to his. Less than a minute after, there was the sound of a doorbell, and a few seconds after that a woman appeared at the door to our flat.
"Good morning." Sherlock said to the woman "do take a seat and tell us what is bothering you." Without hesitation, the woman sat down and began to speak without the need for any prompting. I noticed her hands shaking, and assumed it was from the shock of whatever had brought her here.
"Please, you have to h
NotebookIt was going to be a long night. Sherlock had an extremely difficult case to work on, and the odds were he would do exactly as he always did when he had a case such as this. "Here we go again ", John thought as Sherlock took a deep breath.Notebook3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"I just don't understand it! Why would he want to kill his wife? They have been happily married for ten years, and their children say that they have never heard their parents arguing. There must be motivation... What is it?"
"Maybe they did it behind their children's backs. I wouldn't "
"No, that's not it. They have a babysitter as well, and did you see those walls? The slightest sound gets through them. Did you not hear that neighbour complaining about the sound of their bath running? I'm sure if there had been any arguing at all that woman would have known about it and complained. But why would he stab her?"
"A moment of madness?"
"That is an option, John, but I don't think it's that likely. He has no history of being an angry person, and
Sherlock BBC: UncertaintyA semi-sequel to Like a VirginSherlock BBC: Uncertainty3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Six o'clock in the morning is never the right time to wake up after a drinking session. John Watson moaned and groaned and tried to go back to sleep, but repeated thuds, rustles and beeps coming from the living room rendered his intention impossible.
He opened his eyelids slowly, but the sunlight attacked his pupils with the force of a nuclear blast causing him to put a pillow over his head with a faint hope to block out the dazzling brightness, which pierced right through his skull. He felt as if a herd of elephants was tap dancing inside his brain, his throat was bone dry and the taste inside his mouth indicated that he must have at least munched on a dead cat. He moaned heartbreakingly once again, wishing he was dead. The noises from the living room, without a doubt produced by Sherlock, certainly didn't improve his psychical and mental condition.
When he finally gathered strength to sit up, he started massaging his temples and tried to pull him
The Reichenbach fallsMany years have passed now, since the happenings at the Reichenbach falls that supposedly ended my life, and I have decided that it is time to tell the truth as to what occurred. The tale that I gave to Dr Watson was in fact just that, and was spun once I saw how my reappearance had affected my friend, and did not wish to alarm him any more than I had already. Here, though, is the true story of the Reichenbach falls.The Reichenbach falls3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
All concerning the note was true, but from there my previous narrative begins to veer from the truth. After placing the note under the cigarette case, I turned to face Professor Moriarty. His eyes burned with a kind of livid madness that made him seem quite inhuman. He did in fact charge at me, all of his strength put into this movement. It was not difficult to slip through his grip and leave him off-balance at the top of the falls.
What I did not anticipate, was that as he fell he took me with him. His grasping hand snagged my coat, and I knew that there was no hope of re
Returning HomeThe Tardis flew through the vortex and Sherlock tapped lightly at the control panel. “Have you ever reunited with someone after disappearing for years?” He asked abruptly.Returning Home1 year ago in Drama More Like This
The Doctor looked up from his side of the controls and replied, “I have disappeared for centuries. You are wonder about the best way to tell John that your alive, aren't you?”
Sherlock nodded and the Doctor smiled, “One time I disappeared for two years and reintroduced my self by jumping out of a cake at my friend’s stag party.”
“I will keep that in mind,” Sherlock replied with feigned interest.
The Tardis landed with its usual ‘vworps’ and Sherlock turned on the cloaking device. “Can I do this alone?” he requested.
“Of course. You have been doing a lot alone of late.”
Sherlock stepped out of the Tardis into a dimly lit office. He nervously paced around the room wishing he had his violin. His brother’s voice could be
BBC Sherlock Holmes vs The CatSherlock put down his blowtorch as he heard John clomping up the stairs. The door creaked open and John called into the kitchen, “Harry gave us a gift.”BBC Sherlock Holmes vs The Cat2 years ago in Humor More Like This
“Put it on the table, I am testing the affects of burning various objects,” Sherlock muttered as his friend entered the room.
“Sherlock,” John said quietly.
“What?” he sighed not turning around.
“Harry got us a cat.”
“A cat? What are we going to do with a cat?” Sherlock frowned brushing some ash from the counter onto the floor.
“You know, feed it, um, why do I have to explain this to you?” John said before realizing Sherlock might never understand the concept. He resisted the urge to compare Sherlock’s existence to that of a cat. Barely.
“Its your cat.” Sherlock stated as a small mushroom cloud was emitted from a beaker.
“Fine,” John replied placing the crate on the floor and opening it, “but I am going out tonight.
DreamsGun fire could be heard from the medial tent. John glanced at his only patient who was sleeping with the aid of powerful sedatives. A bullet shot through the air and John fell forward clutching his shoulder. Eyes watering with pain he could hear boot-clad foot steps rapidly approaching the tent. John looked up in time to see a soldier trying to enter pitch forward as a bullet caught him in the back.Dreams1 year ago in Drama More Like This
Wincing in pain John crawled to the man and felt his wrist for a pulse. Unable to detect one he rolled the man over to check his neck. He froze in horror as when he saw a mass of dark curls under the helmet. Sherlock’s lifeless eyes stared up at him for the second time...
John woke up shaking, the image of Sherlock lying dead still raw in his mind. He remembered when he had watched Sherlock jump from the hospital and dry sobs rose in his chest. He rolled onto his side and felt on his table for the pocket watch. When his hand came in contact with the cold metal he let out a little sigh
How to put Pictures and icons on Messages/journalsFirstly, If you want to show someone else's avatar, type:How to put Pictures and icons on Messages/journals3 years ago in Journal and Gallery Tutorials More Like This
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ScotlandXAbused!Reader Doesn't Belong to you Part1ScotlandXAbused!Reader Doesn't Belong to you Part12 months ago in Romance More Like This
Scotland XAbused!Reader Part 1
Doesn’t belong to you.
You knew he would be at this bar. You knew he was cheating… and when you confronted him… he left you with a bruised eye and cheek. But you still fallowed him out to this bar.
At the end or the bar you sat in a stool, your head down, a hat on, with your hair and a scarf covering your face.
“What’ll ya have lass?” The bartender asked
“Whiskey.” You said with a quiet voice.
He narrowed his eyes. “You sure?”
He mumbled something and left coming back shortly with a frosty shot glass. “I got you scotch instead. Much better than whiskey.” He said sliding it down to you.
You caught it like a pro and in an instant the shot was down. “I’ll take another.”
He shrugged and got you another, and then turned his attention to the two annoying people all up on each other. A pretty girl in a red dress and a sleazebag who was a regular in his bar.
Theme Prompt - ForeignSherlock, uncharacteristically for him, felt panic seize him when John's legs folded beneath him. He grabbed for the shorter man, just barely keeping him from hitting the ground.Theme Prompt - Foreign3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"John!" Sherlock screamed. "John, wake up!" But the doctor's eyes remained closed, eyes fluttering behind the lids. Sherlock sighed, the panic a completely foreign emotion to him. Not that most emotions weren't foreign. He picked John up and carried him into the living room. He placed John gently on the couch and stood, staring. The doctor looked older, the years weighing heavily on his features.
Sherlock walked into the kitchen, surprisingly clean and without body parts. He made two cups of tea and placed one on the coffee table within John's reach. Sherlock then sat in his armchair, hands steepled under his lips. He studied John while his tea steamed forgotten.
'Clothes rumpled means he hasn't felt the need to iron them. Or he sleeps in them,' Sherlock thought. 'Hair shaggy and frazzled due to many times run
Asperger'sAsperger's3 years ago in Drama More Like This
"You know, he's secretly pleased to see you here."
"Yeah, he likes to see familiar faces together. It appeals to his "
The large pile of papers made a satisfyingly large thumping sound as they hit the bottom of the recycling bin.
John smirked, rubbing his hands against the knees of his jeans in an attempt to rid them of the inevitable dust and dirt. Slowly, he stood up, straightening with a grimace, stretching his back after long hours of cleaning. Looking around the room, John saw progress.
The room was far cleaner than it had been in the morning. John, finally convinced Sherlock to move his most important papers into a cabinet and allow John to throw out or organize th
My beautiful Omega - Dean Winchester x Reader - P2My beautiful Omega - Dean Winchester x Reader - P22 months ago in Romance More Like This
My beautiful Omega - Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader & Teacher!Dean Winchester x Student!Reader
Four years later
Dean groaned as the morning light ran through the curtains, shining brightly on his face. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at the clock on his nightstand. He should have been already up so, although he wanted to stay in bed for a little bit longer, he got up without hesitating. He stretched and immediately made his way to the bathroom, blushing his teeth and having a quick, cold shower. The best way for him to wake up.
He got out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist, another one in his hands rubbing his hair dry. He threw it on top of some chair and groggily made his way towards his wardrobe, picking up some clothes. He chose a suit and passing by the empty bed, he stood in front of the mirror wearing his suit jacket and then starting to put on his tie.
Many would have never expected for Dean to actually dress up for school, but h