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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
The Eye of the Crow - OneWith the benefit of hindsight, I am forced to admit that the howling heart of a winter storm might not have been the most well-considered moment to run away from home. Of course, adolescents have never been renowned for their unerring wisdom, and I was no exception. All I knew then, the one thought running continuously through my mind as I belted on my dressing gown, stuffed my feet into layers upon layers of stockings and then into my brother’s over-sized boots, and threw a heavy woollen coat over all of it, was that I had to get out. It was all my fault, I had ruined everything, and the only thing left was to run.The Eye of the Crow - One by QuiEstInLiteris
And so I ran.
I had no plan – as I have said, this was not an intelligent decision. It was an impulse born of powerful emotion, fierce, chaotic, unpleasant, as thoroughly divorced from the guidance of intuition as it was from that of reason.
Divorced from self.
There was a bizarre sensation of separation. I felt I was barely in control of the hands that fumbled
Sherlock: Outside the schemeThe sunlight fell into the room through the open window. John stretched and looked at the alarm clock. He woke up 10 minutes before the set time of the alarm. There was no point to lie back, so he went downstairs to make breakfast.Sherlock: Outside the scheme by MushiAkki
This morning seemed to be a different. No sounds of the violin, or fumes coming out of the kitchen. Instead smell various kinds of experimental vapors, John felt pleasant smell of coffee and freshly made toast.
“Mrs. Hudson, what are you ...?” Interrupted, because she was not there and the only person who was in the room was Holmes. He has making just a second cup of coffee.
“Sherlock? What ...?”
“Good morning, John” he said, putting cups on the table.
“Morning” muttered, looking up in a daze on clean table and lying on it, plates of toast with cheese. He sat down, glancing once at Sherlock, then again on sandwiches. Holmes sat down, spreading the newspaper which he held under his arm. He began to browse it, ni
When The Improbable Is True, Chapter 1Chapter 1: A Not So Sweet DreamWhen The Improbable Is True, Chapter 1 by DragonHaven42
John Watson heard gunfire and twitched in his sleep. A voice was calling his name. “John! We have a man down!” He turned towards it peering through the dusty air and felt some one tackle him. Dazed, John tried to make sense of what was happening. When his eyes got back into focus he saw a man above him raising a rough cut wooden stake.
“Perkins, what the hell are you doing?” Another soldier shouted.
The man on top of John replied, “Back up, he is a monster. I am doing the whole damn squad a favor.”
John wriggled and hissed, his arms trapped to his sides between the man’s thighs. Perkins brought the stake down as another soldier lunged at him. The wood missed his heart and plunged deep into his shoulder.
The vampire let out a roar of pain as a man shouted, “You hurt the bloody doctor!”
John jerked awake from the nightmare fangs bared and breathing heavy. He was curled in the fetal position clutching hi
The American 1 SherlockxReaderAmericans, Holmes had not worked with many in his line of work, nor did he have much experience regarding them. Now, there was one moving into his flat, thanks to dear John who had met his new flat mate on a trip to the U.S. a few years ago. Watson had completely disregarded telling Sherlock anything about his replacement, but had assured the detective that he would enjoy this person’s company.The American 1 SherlockxReader by AshFD3
John watched Sherlock pace the room from his chair, with an amused smirk on his face. He knew that his friend would be in for a surprise when the new inhabitant of Baker Street showed up and that must have been obvious to Sherlock because he seemed nervous. But luckily, Holmes had not been able to deduce what was going to be shocking about his flat mate; although that hadn’t stopped him from trying.
“He’s late, you know. I’ve heard that Americans were rude, but does he really need to be late?” Sherlock asked as he glanced at the clock. He looked to John and sa
Mr. Holmes is a new twist on the world’s most famous detective. 1947, an aging Sherlock Holmes [Ian McKellan] returns from a journey to Japan, where, in search of a rare plant with powerful restorative qualities, he has witnessed the devastation of nuclear warfare. Now, in his remote seaside farmhouse, Holmes faces the end of his days tending to his bees, with only the company of his housekeeper [Laura Linney] and her young son, Roger. Grappling with the diminishing powers of his mind, Holmes comes to rely upon the boy as he revisits the circumstances of the unsolved case that forced him into retirement, and searches for answers to the mysteries of life and love – before it's too late.
The Proms salutes a crime-fighting violin virtuoso who wrote a pioneering study of Dutch sacred music, tussled with a contralto from the Warsaw Opera and used Offenbach to outwit a pair of jewel thieves. This Proms matinee celebrates music that conjures up the world of Sherlock Holmes: works by Paganini, Lassus and Wagner which Conan Doyle tells us Holmes loved, and the film and TV scores written for him – from Miklós Rózsa’s The Private Life of Sherlock Holmes to David Arnold and Michael Price’s music from the BBC’s Sherlock series starring Benedict Cumberbatch. Special guests include Sherlock co-creator Mark Gatiss, as well as mezzo-soprano Christine Rice, who explores the repertoire of Holmes’s nemesis, the opera singer Irene Adler.
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