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It was a normal night for us. I don’t know if my memories of that night are one-hundred percent correct; it’s been several years since it all started. We, my brother and I, were at home watching tv while eating something from the microwave. I’m not sure where our parents were; Thomas could tell you. His memories of the night we were taken are better than mine.
“Hey Cindy, what are you writing,” Thomas asks me pulling me out of my revelry. I put the pen down and look at my paper for a minute.
“I was trying to recall the night we were brought to this forsaken place,” I told him sadly
“Oh. It could be worse, I guess,” he tried to assure me.
“I guess. At least we get fed and have a place to sleep,” I said unconvinced.

~Lovely Demented~

Can’t Do Anything Right? You’re Not Alone.

If you have ever felt like you can’t do or say anything right, you are not alone. I feel like this everyday. No matter what I say or do,” I have an attitude,” or,” I’m being mean.” I was falling out of a chair and the person next to me was basically just screaming my name. In my panicked state I asked what because I was in front of a bunch of breakables, and I thought I had broken something. Instead of asking if I’m ok I got,” Well fine then. Break your leg. I don’t give a damn,” and she stormed up the stairs. This is only one of one zillion examples with this one person! I’m not even including my mom or anyone else in my family! Then, with some people, I’m not involved enough at school. Because of my desperate need for approval, I now say after school every day of the week except for Tuesday, and even that’s taken sometimes for competitions. I just don’t know what to do anymore. When I first started this account, everything was rainbows, but now I can’t even breathe right unless I’m on the internet.

Thanks for reading. Sorry I wasted your time.

Can you?

I’m not the person I used to be. I don’t know if that’s good or bad. I don’t know if I’m supposed to pretend that everything is ok or let people know how I feel. If I pretend everyone thinks I’m happy and that everything’s perfect. If I let them know they’ll pester me on why when I can’t put it into words. Maybe if I tell them they’ll send me to a shrink. Then my shrink will think I’m depressed and put me on happy pills. I wouldn’t be able to handle that! I am only 15 years old. I should be happy and free flowing. I’m not, though. I feel like I’m swimming in a pool with a ball and chain attached to my ankle and no one’s around to see me. I’m on a downhill slope that only gets steeper. People say I live in a fantasy world, but I don’t. I see the world for what it really is, and try to find an escape. If that means thinking up some elaborate fictional life in my head for inspiration to write about my favorite things, so be it. Or, if that means I live in a world of fantasy books and sci-fi movies and tv shows where the guys are hotter than the sun, but I know better than to think I could ever know them to the point I consider them family. I know better than to think my fantasies will come true. I live in the real world. The world where dreams have become an endangered species, and the people who chase them are far and few between. The world where little kids know Santa isn’t real before they’ve hit grade school. So, yes I fake through life and throw on a smile to make people happy, but I have my escape. I always will. Criticize me if you want, but don’t you dare tell me I don’t live in this thing you call a real world. Because I do. I live in the real world and it’s bringing me down. I have an advantage, though. I can get out. Can you?

The Adventure of the Two Detectives: Jeremy Brett and Benedict Cumberbatch

The Adventure of the Two Detectives: Jeremy Brett and Benedict Cumberbatch

Love Brett and love me some Cumberbatch. (The Holmes’ too!)

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Written by Stephanie Bell

Over the last 130 years, the indelible character of Sherlock Holmes has been portrayed more than any other; across plays, movies, radio programs, and in TV series, over 90 actors have donned the deerstalker. The Great Detective has been played by luminaries such as Academy Award-winner Christopher Plummer, the beloved Basil Rathbone, Christopher Lee, Charlton Heston, John Cleese, Leonard Nimoy, George C. Scott, Sir John Gielgud, Jonny Lee Miller, Robert Downey Jr., Benedict Cumberbatch, and so many more.

The character of Sherlock Holmes has been interpreted in nearly as many different ways as there are actors who have played him. He has been cast as a purely cerebral and analytical machine, as an empathetic savior, and even as a patriotic soldier in the fight against Nazism.

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Two recent portrayals of Sherlock Holmes are especially well known by fans of the Baker Street sleuth: Jeremy Brett…

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Moriarty description of the day – series vs the book

Moriarty LIVES!

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Sherlock_S02E03_1080p_KISSTHEMGOODBYE_NET_0552Jim Moriarty description from The Reichenbach Fall

First mistake. James Moriarty isn’t a man at all. He’s a spider. A spider at the centre of a web, a criminal web with a thousand threads and he knows precisely how each and every single one of them dances.” 


The_Valley_of_Fear Moriarty description in The Valley of Fear chapter one: The Warning

But in calling Moriarty a criminal you are uttering libel in the eyes of the law, and there lies the glory and the wonder of it. The greatest schemer of all time, the organizer of every devilry, the controlling brain of the underworld – a brain which might have might have made or marred the destiny of nations. That’s the man. But so aloof is he from general suspicion – so immune from criticism – so admirable in his management and self-effacement, that for those very words that you have uttered he could…

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Madeline Grayson – Excerpt 1

Walking down a desolate highway can mean many things. It can mean you’re homeless, upset and causing a scene, or someone brutally uprooted your life and left you to die. The story of poor Madeline is a tale not for the weak of heart or squeamish. Some things in her life were happy, other make your heart twist. Either way, Madeline was a sweet girl. No one deserves what happened to her.

Part 1

“Madeline Sandra Grayson, you get back here right now! I swear, if you don’t start listening to me I will personally see to it you never see the light of day again! Listen to me when I’m talking to you,” Madeline Grayson’s father yelled. This same conversation, or screaming match, happens every day. Tonight Madeline had had enough! She was packing her few, most cherished items in a small duffle bag.

“And just wear do you think you’re going,” he asked. She didn’t know, but she sure wasn’t going to tell him that, so she came up with a quick lie.

“A friend’s house! If you come looking for me I’ll call the cops and anyone else who’ll listen,” she wouldn’t really call the cops. He didn’t know that though. He stopped yelling and stormed out of her room. She finished packing what she was taking. It really wasn’t much. Just some clothes, two books, some womanly necessities, and the stuffed bunny and bracelet her mother gave her all those years ago.

Madeline’s mother died when she was eight years old. Almost ten years later and her dad still blamed her for it. Slowly he drank his way to a failing liver and alcoholism. Then, he began yelling at her. It was only once in a while, but then it got to the point where it was every night.

Finished with her bag, she took one last look around her room. So many happy memories, yet at the same time so many bad ones. Madeline picked up her bag and went for the door.

“You’re really leaving aren’t you,” her father asked. He was sitting in his chair near the door, beer in hand.

“Yes, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me,” she said matter of factly. She reached for the door knob, but was stopped by her father’s rough hand on hers.

“Don’t go. I’ve already lost your mother I can’t lose you to,” he said. Madeline knew he was lying. That’s why she tore her hand from his grip and flung the door open. As she walked of in the knight, she could hear her father yelling at her. Why couldn’t we live closer to people. This way someone could hear the way he talks to me and maybe even help. She thought. None the less she started her trek into town.

“Get off of me,” she said writhing out of her father’s grasp,” I’m tired of the way you treat me and blame me for mom’s death. I can’t help that the cancer got to her before we did. Good bye,” Madeline quickly ran out the door. She could hear her father shouting obscenities from where she stood. She kept going though. No matter how much her heart wanted her to stop and just break down, her mind and pride wouldn’t let her.