It is amazing folks! Need to watch ASAP!
I watched them all, and of course enjoyed the hell out of it. Have fun ya'll!
~William Sherlock Scott Holmes~
The ManThe Man who lives in 221B is a very lonely man. He solves mysteries by himself. He gets called a freak, a fake, and a psychopath - none of these is he. He is absolutely brilliant - a consulting detective. He deduces everything and anything about one person just from some mud on their shoes. This Man, who has a brilliant mind, hardly gets any commission - he cannot afford his flat by himself. He needs a flatemate so he tells Stamford. Stamford brings him a man named John Watson. John becomes his flatemate and now is the man's life. John goes with The Man to solve crimes. The Man knows John's intellect is not capable of perceiving objects like his can but he still feels the need for John to be there - he needs him. This high functioning sociopath is no longer lonely - he is high with excitement.The Man by Sherlockian221B
Months go by - John and The Man are still solving crimes and mysteries, but now The Man is in trouble. Another man, one just like The Man, named Jim Moriarty wants to play a game - a game of ches
Believe JohnA couple months have passed since Sherlock has died. My heart is still swollen with grief as I sit in 221B alone. Mrs. Hudson tries to cheer me up, but it's no use because I regret not telling Sherlock my feelings of my love for him.Believe John by Sherlockian221B
"John," Mrs. Hudson said one day, "let's go visit his grave. It'll make you feel better." I stared at the wall blurry eyed looking at 'his' yellow smiley face in the wall. The tears began to pour out of my eyes but I nodded my head. I needed to tell 'him' my feelings somehow. I grabbed my coat from the rack and grabbed a box of Sherlock's cigarettes just in case.
We caught a cab and arrived at the cemetery. I walked up and put a hand on Sherlock's grave: "Sherlock Holmes. The best detective. My friend. I wish I could have told you this, that, well, I loved you."
"I know John. I knew all along." A familiar voice said. I looked at who was speaking and was dumfounded.
"Sherlock!? No. It can't be. I must be dreaming, "I said shaking my head.
"John, I love you