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Missing, InactionI catch sight of him in the big mirror in the hall, and for a moment I think he is smiling. Time, which has been moving with geological slowness, halts as the world and I take a breath.Missing, Inaction by vladimirsangel
Dead men don't smile. I've seen him many times over the past few months, that memorable face splashed over the newspapers, that unique name on everyone's lips.
Sherlock Holmes is dead.
And dead men don't smile. Holmes doesn't smile much either, I wanted to say to those who came to me constantly, plying me with questions, always with a numbing, past-tense certainty. What was he like? What had been the greatest part of his life? They walked around our rooms, endless streams of them, until I felt myself at the end of my patience and forced them back out. Baker Street had started to feel more like a crime scene than any locked-room mystery we'd ever encountered. People were everywhere, scrutinising everything, missing no scrap of paper or scuff on the skirting board.
But I - I in my grief noticed n
Belated (Sherlock X Mycroft X Sister! Reader)The Holmes' Family, in John's opinion, was the epitome of the saying "expect the unexpected." Highly unusual in their lack of social skills, he wondered how they managed to call the few people they could friends. He supposed he was speaking a bit rashly...it was more the children of the family that startled him. Sherlock, (f/n), and Mycroft's parents seemed almost too normal, it was as though they'd adopted the three strange, now, adults. This all ran through his mind as (f/n) and Mycroft stood at their door on the afternoon of July 19.Belated (Sherlock X Mycroft X Sister! Reader) by LowBattery00
Each sibling had a small box in their hands. (f/n) was the first to speak:
John sighed, Mycroft merely sighed with a shake of the head.
"It's-it's John," he explained as nicely as he could.
"Mm," she responded rather bored, "Very mundane. I'll settle with 'doctor' from here...where is Sherlock?" John pointed behind him,
"Fumbling about with some eyeballs." It occurred to John as they gave a nod and walked in that these were the only
On the East Wind, CabinlockMycroft Holmes slid open a file cabinet’s draw to riffle through its folders. Trust SherlockOn the East Wind, Cabinlock by DragonHaven42
to get stranded in the middle of nowhere the one time he agreed to do a job for him.
He could not send a helicopter because it was likely that his brother and John were being monitored. The elder Holmes brother removed a folder marked ‘charters’ and strode back to his desk. He shuffled through a few papers, noting that they were all known for their efficiency. Unfortunately that was a problem. He needed an obscure airline.
The airline would need to have a limited staff and be in a somewhat vulnerable state. Mycroft sighed in resignation and powered up his laptop. He deplored the machine, and much preferred to work with physically files, but he did not have much of a choice in this situation.
He impatiently accessed the Civil Aviation Authority database and scrolled through the registered airlines before stopping at MJN Air. He clicked on the file and read;
A Review of A Study in ScarletA Review of A Study in Scarlet by BradyMajor
John Watson [narration]: ‘"Dr. Watson, Mr. Sherlock Holmes," said Stamford, introducing us.’
With that simple sentence Sir Arthur Conan Doyle changed the world of fiction as it was known forever, joining together Mr. Sherlock Holmes and Dr. John Watson inside St. Bart’s, lighting a fuse that would lead to their appearances in three other novels and a startling total of 56 short stories.
As it is quite elementary, my dear reader, to realize, this story is profoundly important to the Sherlock Holmes canon, not only because it is the great jumping off point of everything we now know as the original Holmes stories, but also because of its unique story structure, its showcase of the talent posses
A Review of The Sign of the FourA Review of The Sign of the Four by BradyMajor
Sherlock Holmes: “My mind rebels at stagnation. Give me problems, give me work, give me the most abstruse cryptogram or the most intricate analysis, and I am in my own proper atmosphere. I can dispense then with artificial stimulants. But I abhor the dull routine of existence. I crave for mental exaltation. That is why I have chosen my own particular profession, or rather created it, for I am the only one in the world.”
Much like the Agra treasure eluded Jonathan Small, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s second Holmes novel “The Sign of the Four” has eluded me, but no longer. As a devout Holmesian I have heard talk of this story for ages since the fandom took its bite into me, and I have finally found the time and concentration in equal measures to give this story a proper reading and review.
First, some background on
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