Obsessed With Sherlock Holmes Top 45 Ways You Can Pretty Much Be Sure You Are A Sherlockian1. You've called every "consulting detective" in the book and told them to get real.2. Whenever you answer the phone, you ask, "Afghanistan or Iraq?"3. You have or will live(d) in a '221 B Baker Street' come hell or high water.4. When someone asks you why you do something, you reply, "That's what people DO!"5. BBC, Granada, Warner Bros... you've seen them all.6. In the shows, the Holmes is always perfect for the Watson, and vice versa.7. You have your Watson...(and maybe you even call him Watson?)8. No matter who it is, Holmes' portrayal is spot on.9. You analyze people to the point where it's just plain creepy.10. You do your research.11. Rache or Rachel?12. You know someone who lowers the IQ on the entire street.13. Constantly show up the police, give them credit anyway.14. You ship EVERYone.15. Football and five kids....16. You get the previous two.17. You know what happened between Adler and Holme
The Follies Of loveThere once was a quixotic ManWho tried to cook Love in a pan.But Love is a stolid thing;She knocked him out with a bingSo he threw it all in the Trash Can.
Greater Than Fiction Ch IIISophie O'Connor absolutely loved the idea of drawing from life. The mere thought of being able to capture actual things in so many different ways was always astounding. All the mediums there were to use brought things into new perspectives constantly. Of course, Sophie preferred the most precise of them all: pencils.Being able to draw realistically simply from the mind showed the most skill of all. Yeah, painting a landscape to really look like the landscape you painted from is great. Painting an imaginary landscape to look like a real one? That's the best thing you could possibly be able to accomplish. It was just a matter of mastering the technique. Why, if Sophie could do that"Sophie!"She jumped, startled out of the daydream. "What?""Can you work a little overtime for me? I've got an appointment to get to in ten minutes. All I need you to do is work lane seven until I get back. It'll only take till four-ish. Please?"Sophie thought about it. "Joy, c'mon. I've been here sin
Greater Than Fiction Ch IIRory gave the deranged woman a puzzled look. Sure, there were homeless people all over the place, ready to mug you at any second. For one thing, though, this woman looked like she had more wit about her than most did. For another, she hadn't mugged him by this point.But that still didn't explain how she knew his name. He padded his pockets to make sure his wallet was still there. Yes. So how did the woman draped with dirty rags know who he was? Beads strung on strands of hair clinked together as she swiveled her head up to look at him directly."Come on," she said impatiently, grabbing onto his shirt and dragging him behind her. "This is too public, and we have much to discuss."What could he do? Toss away her hand and stalk off in the other direction? A normal person could, easily. Intrigued by the lady's appearance mixed with the known fact that Rory simply was not rude to anyone and that she knew his name, he let her lead him down the sidewalk.Train trestles towered overhead now,
Greater Than Fiction Ch 1Every writer will, at one point or another, wonder if what he is penning down in his moleskin will ever happen. Are there people out there who are exactly like what I'm writing about? Has this ever happened before? Is it happening right now? Who knows? It may very well be; there's no way to be sure of that.Two things are certain, though. For one thing, it is a fact that the slightest interaction with a human being can change the course of everything.The other thing is that Rory Davis has never really thought about either one of these topics.The city air was exceptionally wonderful for the time of year. It was warm, yet chill-- perhaps in the mid- sixties. Red, orange, and yellow maple leaves fluttered about in the wind, rattling restlessly in the trees. People were walking down the streets with ease as students biked to and from their separate classes. The city was alive.At least that's how Rory saw it, and that is exactly how he liked it. Nothing was better than a day during which
The Last Heir pt 5The swirlings and twirlings continued, the chattering never ceased. Many people broke away from the dancing and came to talk to the incognito princess. They always said the same things :"Oh, you must be Angela. Her Majesty mentioned you were here. Friends with the queen-- how grand."Natasha always smiled and nodded. The conversations lasted for perhaps five minutes before the guests were reminded of other things and bade the princess farewell.Rose listened with amusement to it all. Natasha would play along wonderfully. She told them she grew up in London and had moved when she was twenty to Russia because of colleges and jobs.And they all believed her.Rose admired the princess's way of fibbing. It seemed to come quite naturally to her indeed.She tuned out the conversations with Natasha and focused on the people around her. One man to the right was talking about how the recent riots with two other gentlemen who were quickly loosing interest. A waiter stopped over a table of food p