anenglishdirector

It's like watching a tennis game with these two. "You don't get it, do you?!" Always back and forth, bickering with one another. "That you've found yourself a new woman; that you're going to be getting ready to leave soon; that soon, you won't need to accompany me to our cases. I do get it, John. I'd say it's you that doesn't!" I'm actually surprised they're not at each other's throats already ... then again, even John must know he wouldn't stand much of a chance against Sherlock. "You're a bloody idiot, Sherlock! You never know when to keep your mouth shut." He seems quite strong, considering the build of him. I wonder if he'd be pleas

"I don't suppose you're going to tell me where we're going?" The journey was relatively silent, save for the mechanical workings of the vehicle. "..I'll take that as a no, then. You know, this isn't the first time I've been taken against my will." The vehicle itself was a glossy black stretch limousine, with no notable markings, and was seemingly kept in near-pristine condition. Inside, sat three men; two of which wore tidy black suits and sat beside one-another. The third man, wearing an everyday outfit, sat alone, attempting to make sense of the situation that he found himself plunged into. "I would advise that you keep your mouth close

"Sweet! Stork-Cam is finally on the air! I will get proof that he likes Green Day." Finn sat down at the table in his room, as he switched on the cable-infested television. On the screen was his tall, thin, green teammate, lying on his bed, reading a book. Finn shovelled handfuls of popcorn into his mouth, muttering, "Hope he doesn't get a shower or anything..." he pulled a face, after realising that he was eating as he said that. All Stork did for the next two hours was read his book, which bored Finn to the extent that he had made his popcorn box into a hat, which happily sat atop his head. "Oh, come on, man! Do something interesting." Fi

I am not alone. There is someone just like me. But not quite there- not quite the same. This person; this monster is of no physical likeness to me. Similar only in mind, and perhaps in method. Different, all the same. And so my mind races to decipher his ways. While his battles to destroy my bond with reality- The only sane and reasonable part of my being- The only one that ever cared- I will succeed. There is no conceivable way that he can stop me. As I aim the gun proficiently, he laughs But I am an expert shot- So why do I find it so difficult to Pull. The. Trigger ... My one, true adversary. Standing before me, ready for