Never Got to Say Goodbye - Chapter 4He was lying in a hospital bed. A machine next to him measured his heart rate, which was going slightly faster than usual. A tube attached to his wrist was feeding him nutrients.Never Got to Say Goodbye - Chapter 4 by crazyzukofangirl1280
And right at his bedside? Holding his hand with an expression of pure ecstasy?
“John…” Sherlock croaked.
Kind, brave, wonderful, brilliant, amazing, John in all his jumper-wearing glory.
The fact that John looked like he hadn't had a proper meal, or a good night rest; both things he nagged Sherlock to do; in a month didn't bother him,
What was important was that John was alive.
Sherlock then tried to hug John. But his limbs were like spaghetti from lack of movement. But John knew what Sherlock wanted and pulled him into an embrace. Sherlock gripped John as tightly as he could. He also shook with light sobs.
The hug didn't last long. John had raised Sherlock’s bed so he could sit up.
“You don’t remember what happened?” John asked
Sherlock, still shaken from the
Never Got to Say Goodbye - Chapter 3Sherlock was now in front of John’s grave. He didn't need to look at the gravestone. But he knew.Never Got to Say Goodbye - Chapter 3 by crazyzukofangirl1280
He just didn't know if you got to say goodbye. Not a grunt of acknowledgement. But a proper goodbye. One you say to someone when you might never see them again.
He was crying. He didn't know where he was, or what time was it. All he knew, was that he was crying.
He doesn't know how long it has been. Ever since Robert visited him, time didn’t have a meaning. It rushed during cases; when he was deducing. But was always painfully slow when there should have been a ‘fantastic’ or ‘amazing’ or ‘brilliant’’. When there should have been John, a second felt like an eternity.
He heard a voice.
“Sherlock, you need to wake up!”
It was so warm, inviting. Achingly familiar.
“Please Sherlock…” the Voice continued, “it’s been almost a month. Give me a sign you are somewhere in there.
Never Got to Say Goodbye - Chapter 2“What?” Sherlock all but yelled “Why didn't he tell me?”Never Got to Say Goodbye - Chapter 2 by crazyzukofangirl1280
“John said he did tell you. But you probably deleted it”
Sherlock’s anger at John vanished, John probably did tell him, but Sherlock deleted it. Why did he take that information as ‘useless’? Why? Why? Why?
Sherlock felt horror pierce through his veins.
“Why are you here?” Sherlock asked. “Why did John tell you to give me a message?”
Robert looked everywhere but at the Consulting Detective.
“Because…” Robert’s voice strained “because…”
Everything came to a screeching halt.
“What?” Sherlock’s voice was small. So so small.
“We got ambushed.” Robert explained, “He got shot, right in the heart, just as backup arrived. By the time we could get to him, nothing could be done.”
Never Got to Say Goodbye - Chapter 1There was a knock at the door.Never Got to Say Goodbye - Chapter 1 by crazyzukofangirl1280
“John?” Sherlock called, as he was in the middle of an experiment.
No answer. John must have left for work. Dull.
Sherlock answered the door. It was a young man, in his mid-20’s. Army. Not high rank. A Private.
“Sherlock Holmes?” the Private asked. His tone was riddled with uncertainty.
“What do you want?” Sherlock asked, “You aren't a client. Yet you are in the army and are wishing to speak to me.”
The young man cleared his throat.
“My name in Private Robert.” He said, voice strained even though he cleared it. “I have a message for you from Captain John Watson. He made me promise I tell you when I came home.”
“What?” Sherlock asked, “When did you speak to him”
“A few weeks ago.” Robert said.
“Why can’t he just tell me?” Sherlock, for a rare moment, was confused.
Robert gave a sigh, with a small laugh.
“He said you woul
The New RaceThe world is changing.The New Race by Nomakai
There isn't any way to avoid it.
The new wave of power is upon us.
He will lead us, even if it be to our end.
He comes with hopeful words.
Promising a change in our ways that will be for the better.
We will regain what we used to have.
A new race of people, blond haired and blue eyed.
The Jews are the enemy.
But what have they done.
If they are not human then where exactly did they come from.
What heinous crime did they commit.
I guess this new world is to be a smoky one.
Because that's al that is in the sky these days.
The smell of flesh, and no sun.
Not even a friendly white cloud, only black ones.
Where is the world?
Are we the only ones left?
Has he reached them already?
We are to fend for ourselves.
The number is high.
It will never come down.
They will never come back, ever.
The world has been robbed of 11 million.
UglyUgly by nickgmonster
Ugly is not shown
Upon a Face
But Ugly is Grown
Within the space...
Of a Blackened Heart.
Why Do so many
Believing in Any
Rise Up Bruised Hearts!
Face the warm sunlight,
Rise Together- 'n depart.
And together share delight!
The Pretties' Rants,
Because it's true.
Each here has a gift,
Within..the beautiful you.
Their spiteful lies - are a rift.
Try and raise,
Together - Stand Tall!
Support one another
Alone we shall fall
We can surely Smother.
Together Their Hate...
Is it...Fit in....or...
Some...select odd choices.
Some, are perplexing...
Why Silence our voices,
When Pretties are so vexing?
What is you
That may be.
I take joy in it -
So lovely to see,
Wonderful - I must admit.
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