Sherlock and John - OmegleYou're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!More Like This
You and the stranger both like Sherlock.
You: John? Where are you? - SH
Stranger: I'm on a date. What is it? -JW
You: I'm bored. - SH
Stranger: Of course you are. -JW
You: Obviously I am. What are you doing? - SH
Stranger: Again, I'm on a date. And she's getting irritated, so try not to shoot any walls and I'll be back tomorrow morning. -JW
You: I've shot the wall already. Couldn't help. Too bored. Who is she? Emma? Melanie? Eileen? I can't remember... - SH
Stranger: I'm taking the revolver with me next time. -JW
Stranger: Her name is Abigail, and I like her. So stop it. -JW
You: But I don't like her. - SH
Stranger: Well you're not dating her are you? -JW
Stranger: You don't like anyone. -JW
You: But you are dating her.
And that's not right. I like my skull. And another person. - SH
Stranger: Oh really? The Great Sherlock Holmes actually suffers from the ordinary disease of sentiment. -JW
You: Nice sarcasm, John. But the one who suffe
A Sherlock Holmes Top Ten Top Ten Reasons Sherlock Holmes Never Married:More Like This
#10. Getting nagged at every time he goes out on a case.
#9. Coming home to find his entire lab in the trash.
#8. "Stop playing that violin and come to bed!"
#7. The Irregulars not being allowed in the house.
#6. Catching hell for disappearing for those three years.
#5. "Are you and Dr. Watson going to yak all night?"
#4. Tension with Mrs. Hudson.
#3. "Take that nasty pipe and smoke it outside!"
#2. Suspicion about that photo of Irene Adler.
And the #1 reason:
#1. "I invited that nice Professor Moriarty for dinner this evening."
SherlockI was calling your name.More Like This
My whole existence revolved around that one name, that name that always appeared to be readied inside my throat, ready to escape my lips at any moment.
Whether questioningly, or with exasperation, admiration or with frustration; your name was the one that was always there.
It was your name that I heard the most.
People talk about you a lot.
It's your other names that I hear as well.
It was the tones with which they say it, the slight hesitations or intonation of their voices as they say your syllables. It brings with it their feelings towards you.
But now I am screaming your name with pure and total fear.
It is omniscient, consuming, terrifying to hear. It shakes my core and being, my morals are shaken and spiralling and I feel anger building in my veins in foresight of what could've happened.
What, surely, can't have happened?
I am falling to my knees involuntarily. Meaning wavers and slips from your name, it becom