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A Genius, a Doctor and a Little Girl: S3 Pt.5"Open up, open up, open up!"A Genius, a Doctor and a Little Girl: S3 Pt.5 by LittleDesertStar
Viola was pacing, uneasy, like a tiger in her cage, her bright gem eyes glowing like ice flames in the night, the moonlight casting shadows on her face.
Having figured out that Riley was the next target to be kidnapped, Viola had demanded that they go and get him immediatly, as to protect him. If the people wanted him and Halla so badly, they were gonna have to go through her.
Lestrade looked back at his niece, surprise in his tired dark eyes, before he leaned over to John, whispering.
"Why's Vi all wound up?"
The doctor didn't say anything, instead turning to his daughter.
"Viola, you need to calm down-"
"By the flames of Anuit, why is she taking so long?!" She growled, turning narrowed eyes on the door. "Miserable old woman!"
The blonde and DI shared a bewildered look, but before either could reply, the old oak door creaked open, revealing a bed ruffled Mrs. Soer in a flower print robe, curlers in her hair.
"Y-Yes? May I help you, sir-?" She looked in sur
Married to My Work, Chapter 10Chapter 10: EpilogueMarried to My Work, Chapter 10 by DragonHaven42
The show had sold out, the theater had had to change the room so it could accommodate the audience. Sherlock strode from behind the curtain and across the stage ignoring the chair set out for him. The audience rose to applaud, but Sherlock had eyes for only one man. Once everyone had settled back into their seats the violinist brought his bow to the strings.
As Sherlock played John smiled. If there was one thing the violinist loved more than him, it was showing off. He was not playing for the money, or the audience, or a record deal. He was trying to impress John with his influence, and it was working. He was surrounded by hundreds of people all spell bound by his boyfriend’s music.
All of the songs had been written for him. He and Sherlock had agreed on not playing the original song in a show, but the others were a public tribute to their relationship. They ranged from somber to cheerful to electrifying, and each were special to John.
Once he finished
Married to My Work, Chapter 9Chapter Nine: Assassins, Soup, and SingingMarried to My Work, Chapter 9 by DragonHaven42
Was some one calling his name? John’s ears rung, why did everything hurt? He seemed to be lying in a bed, and was vaguely aware of a needle in his arm. He opened his eyes and saw someone sitting next to him. “Sherlock?”
“Not quite.” A gruff voice said. “He is sleeping.”
John squinted, “Seb?”
“Thats the one.” The voice laughed, “Am I glad to see you awake.”
John felt sluggish, “How is Sherlock?”
“Recovering, better than you. Isn’t it fun, us being in the same hospital, like a sleepover party.”
John’s vision cleared and could just make out Sherlock sleeping in the bed next to him. Moran was sitting in a wheel chair between them. “Is Moriarty here too?”
Moran’s smile faded, “He is dead.”
Suddenly Sherlock stirred, “Sebastian, I told you to shoot Mycroft if he came in.”
“I don’t thi
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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