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Johnlock - They are Irritating Fluffy Babies Sherlock was laying of the couch, rambling about the idiocy of the world. John was sitting in his chair trying to write his new blog entry, and unfortunately he can't form his first sentence because Sherlock won't shut his noise hole again.Johnlock - They are Irritating Fluffy Babies by ticklebabies
"You are making it impossible to concentrate here."
"It isn't that hard to make you lose track of thought, really. I could just clap my hands once and that one noise alone would just echo in your mind until it is the only thing you can think of anymore. Even right now, as I explain this, you are visualizing me clapping and you can't stop yourself from hearing-"
"So what are you writing about anyway? We haven't had any interesting cases." Sherlock leaped off the couch, and quickly made his way to the back of Johns chair, peeking over to see the empty screen. "Nothing. You are wasting power on your computer for no reason, " He turned ba
I See YouChapter 3: A Very Strange Flat-mateI See You by SteadyLittleSoldier
It was very comfortable living in 221B; John’s bedroom was on the second floor, which he had now decorated with his things. The living room was filled with Sherlock’s things and the kitchen too was filled with science equipment. John cleared just enough so he could carry on his daily works without stumbling, and planned to ask Sherlock to clear those when he had arrived. But days turned to a week and he didn’t come. John started to wonder where he could be. Was he on holiday? No, Mrs. Hudson said it was usual for him to stay out that long, so it must be work then. What kind of work? There were science equipment on the table, so he was a man of science? There was a stack of newspaper by the door – perhaps he had an OCD? There were piles of documents on the desk and some on the floor, which John dared not touch because of the warning he had got. Finally he gave up figuring out what this man’s profession was.
When The Improbable Is True, Chapter 8Chapter 8: DinnerWhen The Improbable Is True, Chapter 8 by DragonHaven42
John was drinking from a bag of blood when Sherlock came into the kitchen. He looked nervous and hovered around like he was afraid to ask something. “There are whispers that a man named Moriarty is the one who hired monster hunters to come after us.” the detective said suddenly “It is likely he is the one who put up cameras in here before Mycroft’s. Heard of him?”
John shook his head and Sherlock sat next to him toying with the salt shaker. “I don’t know what to do.” He laughed suddenly, “I can not exactly ask you out to dinner.”
Sherlock’s eyes widened and he put a hand over his throat.
“Not like that!” John said quickly, and was relieved as he heard Sherlock’s heart rate slow, “I can eat human food, it just doesn't do much. But if it gives me the excuse to go out with the most brilliant man in the UK I will.”
John and Sherlock returned to B
Sherlock: The Haunted Hotel (part 3 version Eng)As predicted, after about an hour they were in Doncaster, waiting for another train. Five minutes later they got into the carriage. Unfortunately, quite crowded by a bunch of running kids from a school trip. Sherlock with an expression of dissatisfaction, avoided screaming students getting under his feet. John followed him resignedly, losing the last hope for a quiet and peaceful journey. Finally, they entered into the second carriage, less occupied by hyperactive trippers. Holmes opened the first compartment's door and checked the people sitting in it, then closed the door and went to the next.Sherlock: The Haunted Hotel (part 3 version Eng) by MushiAkki
“Something's wrong?” He heard a voice behind his back.
“Looking for a suitable compartment, John,” he said with a slight annoyance.
Another interior has been reviewed and rejected.
“Sherlock, I don't want to walk around all the way and look for a suitable compartment,” he stated firmly, overtaking Holmes, then opened the door of last compartment.
Inside, on t
I See YouChapter 2: No ShowI See You by SteadyLittleSoldier
Grass, there was a lot of grass. Firing. Someone was down, he was screaming; he was in excruciating pain. Light, too bright, his eyes were burning. And then all of a sudden the fallen man was… him. The agonizing pain started to materialize on his shoulder…and his leg. He’d been shot, he was down.
There was grass, lots of grass and too bright light. He wanted to scream, but his voice wouldn’t come, he couldn’t move. He used all his strength to yell or move. Paralyzed with pain, he shouted in his mind, “HELP!”, but he couldn’t find his voice. Using all his strength, his chest tight and heavy, he shouted.
John's eyes shot open, he was on his bed, panting. A terrible pain on his leg and shoulder. He had been shot on his shoulder in Afghanistan, but he didn’t know where the leg pain came from. He tried to fall back to sleep, but the flashes came back … he couldn’t stop them. N
SCADTHi I am one of the founders of the SCADT acting group. The group is made up of people from in and around the Glasgow/Renfrewshire area, who have a passion for acting, directing ect. We have decided to make an online video series based off of our favourite movies, tv shows, plays and books (fandoms) and put in our videos what we wanted to happen in the story (OTP's, gender bends, AU's)SCADT by CrimsonRomancex
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My clever idiot part 8 [teenlock X reader]My clever idiot part 8 [teenlock X reader] by CrimsonRomancex
'The roaring cheers of the crowd were deafening, making the ground bellow high stiletto heels jut and writhe like a wounded animal. Off in the distance you could hear the rhythmic pounding of a gigantic drum over the ruckus audience;
Boom, Boom, Boom.'
How does the writer create a menacing atmosphere in the opening paragraph?
What. The. Fuck?
Throwing you're pen down, you let out a low, frustrated grown. How was anyone meant to answer these questions?
You let your eyes rake over the other questions, listed on the yellow sheet in front of you.
'The water below did not shimmer or gleam nor even seem to move in the light of the midday sun. It was dull, stagnate. The indigo colour lacking in some of it former luster.'
How does the writer show his feeling of impending doom through his description of the pool water?
... Impending doom? Where the hell had impending doom come from? For crying out loud she was describing water!
"How the hell is anyone meant to get this?" You asked under your br
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