Simple Minded

The wind comes very gentle,
and beckoning the Earth.
Bringing coolness to our faces at North.

But what if it calls actually.
A voice that wants someone to hear.
Which won't be found there.

What if the wind is the unspoken.
Words of freedom that is forgotten.
Which are the people around the world,
that us simple-minded people won't hear their word.

The Red Lady

The Red Lady A Sherlock Holmes (BBC) fan fiction by Amy Lima



                                            Chapter One

  Today was a normal day or should I say that I expected it to be normal. I woke up at 7 A.M in the morning for I had slept early yesterday. I strolled into the kitchen looking for a mug to put coffee in which wasn't contaminated by Sherlock's experiments. My sleepy eyes got a glimpse of a white mug on the counter with microscopes and test tubes surrounding it. I grasp the mug in my hand and examine it very closely with my naked eye. The white mug seems to be clean so I pour the warm coffee into my mug. I then realize something this morning which seemed to be different. It was the fact that the house was very inane which wasn't normal to me because I would expect Sherlock playing his violin or doing experiments but I haven't noticed him yet. I tentatively walked into the next room which was the dark living room for only a bit of sunlight shone through the thick beige curtains. I then reached for one of the curtains; I grasped it tightly in my hand and whipped them open letting all the light into the messy room. I heard a screech from behind me which startled me because it sounded as if it came from a dying pig.

 "Err!" I looked down at the corner of the dusty room and notice someone sitting in the corner with books toppling over them and I knew that the only person that it could be was Sherlock. I was right since it was Sherlock who was in the corner and he was the one who made such a boisterous noise.  His blue eyes glared up into my eyes as if I was his pray for breakfast.

  "Are you going out Watson?" I rose up my eyebrows to my companion's statement for I thought it was a joke since the Sherlock I knew would be able to find the answer just by looking at me in a second.

  "Are you serious? This has to be a joke or you just fell on your head."  I replied with a laughing gesture.

                                           



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I then noticed that Sherlock was giving me a little dirty glance with his narrow blue eyes staring deep into my eyes that it made me feel the dark aura coming from him.



"Watson this is no joking matter, I am being serious yes indeed I am." I became shock after this because Sherlock Holmes didn't seem to be himself today. I thought some reasons that could explain my companion's strange behavior but I conducted only two theories that could be possible. One thought that cross my mind was maybe he was on his drugs again and he probably felt hazy or droopy at the moment but I know Sherlock for such a while that I know when he is buzzed on drugs. Then my second thought came into mind as it shook me at the thought of Sherlock Holmes' suicide but Sherlock is too full of himself to kill the great detective off. I shook my crazy thoughts out of my mind for it was making me go crazy so I thought of the one way to find out was wrong which was just by simply asking him.

 "Sherlock are you okay?"  I asked with a sincere tone and a worried face as I examined him as if I could read what is wrong but really I can't do what Sherlock can do. He started to talk off topic as I eyed him and not letting him out of my sight.

 "Watson, you clearly have a date tonight with whomever; I've lost count." I felt like I shouldn't care about a cold and heartless person like him but since I had started the conversation I had to wait till it ended or just run back into my room.

"I'm going…"

"Bored; Watson! That is what I'm feeling. I need a case; an interesting one." Sherlock cut me off as I tried to end this conversation with him but I can clearly see that there is no way getting my foot out of the trap.  He instantly got up from his dark corner and started to rabble off as he scratched his head back and forth in the messy and lit room.



                                       

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 All that I did was examined and somewhat listen to his words. "I need a case! Maybe the case can be a robbery or a homicide; just something!" Sherlock quickly collapsed down on the armchair and let his head hang loose behind as he stared up at the blank ceiling.

"What if you clean this room and the kitchen?" I gave a suggestion but clearly he wasn't going to do it.

"Or…" My companion added as he continued to stare at the ceiling.

  "Or you can use your skills of deductions on me like you usually do especially to your clients."

 "I already did Watson; and I want something new, something interesting like a puzzle." I gave out a sigh and my patience until a knock was heard at the front door. I looked at the door and Mrs. Hudson entered in the room with her usually cheerful attitude as Sherlock just sat in solitude behind me.

 "Good morning!" Mrs. Hudson's gentle and sweet voice echoed through the dense atmosphere between Sherlock and me.

 "Good morning!" I reply back to the landlady.

 "Bored…" Sherlock mumbled under his breath as he lay down depress on the armchair. Mrs. Hudson quickly exchanged her glance to my companion with a weird expression then she stared back at me. She leaned over to me and whispered really quietly so that Sherlock couldn't hear.

 "Is Sherlock okay?"

 "He's just…bored." I responded with an empty reply for I didn't know for sure even though he clearly kept yelling it out. But I realized my empty reply wasn't good because I saw some more worried wrinkles form on the old lady's kind face.

 "He's not going to be shooting the walls again, is he?" I placed my hands on her shoulders to calm her down for I didn't actually have the answer she was looking for. Her eyes calmed down as they looked up at mine as if I were her hero or something.

                                       

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 "No, I'll make sure of it." I replied finally as we heard some strange muttering from behind us. It got our attention to look back and saw Sherlock muttering some rubbish as it gradually got louder and louder.

 "Are you sure?" Mrs. Hudson asked again.

 "I am sure, but for safety go downstairs." I command as I slowly signaled the old lady to go back downstairs before it's too late.

    "Bored…" Sherlock suddenly shouted and finds a new audience in his sight, "Oh, Mrs. Hudson have you came up here for me. Is there a client… or a case or maybe a question if so I'm willingly to answer it?" Mrs. Hudson tried to cut in with her answer but Sherlock continued with his crazy talk again. "No, no…Mrs. Hudson you just came here to say hello and maybe ask if we request some tea. But I don't care!"

"Sherlock…"I called out his name but he continued on with scaring and making Mrs. Hudson feel sad.

"Hello! Can someone die already or can someone steal something! It's been already a month and I …"

 "SHERLOCK!" I screamed to the top of my lungs and I finally caught Sherlock's attention as he became instantly quiet. I felt this weird feeling when I found myself  being stared by the landlady and my crazy roommate, waiting for me to say something but I had no clue what to say actually. I had to think something good and quickly because I don't want Sherlock to continue on with him talking back and forth in this room again. "Sher-" I started.

DING DONG! I found myself being saved by the sound of the doorbell but I'm thankful for whoever rang it was at the right moment.

"A client?!" Sherlock called out as he quickly raced to the window to peer down at the stranger as if he were a dog. "Mrs. Hudson can you answer the door for the lady." Sherlock commanded as he kept his eyes on the lady to examine her every detail.

"Sherlock, I'm not your -"

                                         

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"And some tea as well, will you do so."  The landlady just followed his commands and walked out the room with a sigh. I strolled beside my companion to the window so that I can take a glimpse at this new client who waited patiently at the door. I glance at my roommate and caught the glimpse of excitement when I saw a sudden sparkle in his blue narrow eyes. My companion waded away from the window and fixed his dark brown hair and sat back down on the armchair waiting eagerly for his client. I took my seat beside him and waited silently for the case to be introduced when I really didn't felt like working on a case right now.

   The door reopened with a lady behind Mrs. Hudson who was holding the tray with tea on it as Sherlock requested. I noticed that my companion's eyebrows rose up at the sight of his new client then a smirk appeared on his face. I knew that smirk, the one that meant Sherlock is eager to find out his client right away. I didn't want Sherlock scaring off his client when he starts to unfold their life story just by observing them in five minutes but I can't control Sherlock, can I now. Mrs. Hudson placed the tray on the messy table and then scurried back downstairs to her home.

"My name is Sherlock Holmes and this is my companion, John Watson." Sherlock points out to the lady, "Please take a seat and tell us who you are and your business that we may be of help." Sherlock glances at the chair that stood in front of him to direct her to her seat. She preceded my companion's words by seating on the chair which stood in front of us.

"Good morning. I know that it is early for me to come and-"

"You could have come earlier like maybe 1 am because I needed a case so badly but please continue." Sherlock interrupted as I rose my eyebrows up at him.

"Uhm…well, my name is Scarlett Briggs." The lady identified. Sherlock leaned close to me and ordered me to shake Scarlett's hand but why couldn't he do it himself, why does he need me to do to.  Whatever though, so I reached my hand to Scarlett with a kind smile across my face.



                                         

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  "It's nice to meet you." I greeted. She rejected my hand which made me realize the point of Sherlock ordering me to shake hands because he knew that this would happen. He needed someone to confirm his theories that he has already conducted and he thought of using his roommate as his test animal so he wouldn't be rejected by a client like me. Sherlock grinned at his doctor friend being brushed off by a lady in front of him. I sat back down a little bit offended and I tried to ignore all that has happen but really it was actually still on my mind as a burned image. Sherlock grabbed a cup of tea and relaxed back into his chair as he eyed Scarlett carefully.

 It felt awkward as I just sat in silent in my chair staring at Sherlock who was staring only at his client and Scarlett was doing the same with no expression on her face.



   The lady who identified herself as Scarlett Briggs had her hair loose down to her shoulder which was dyed with a dark shade of red, only had a touch of blush on her cheeks, she looked to be 5, 7 ft. tall, she looked like she was 2 years younger than my companion, she wore a leather jacket with a light blue tank top with a v-cut underneath and black skinny jeans.

"So Scarlett is the name, right?" Sherlock asks.

"Yes, I have said that my name was Scarlett Briggs. Have I not?"

"Indeed, I have heard you when you first introduced yourself but for some reason every time I hear your name it is like music to my ears." The lady stayed quiet and emotionless. "So tell us your case Scarlett, oh Scarlett!" I had no clue what my companion was trying to accomplish here but I wish he could stop embarrassing me.

 "I came here to talk about a robbery of a ring." The lady confided as she focused onto Sherlock with such a peculiar stare that I have never seen before.

"Why not go to the police about this?" I questioned the lady.



                                       

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 "What my partner should have asked was why this ring is important?" Sherlock does a little glance to acknowledge me to recite some reasonable questions or questions that Sherlock himself would speak off.  As my reaction I just rolled my eyes at him then I put my focus back onto the red headed lady.

"Well, the police would think that it is just a simple ring but it's my grandmother's which I have kept for so long with me and it is suddenly gone." Sherlock shut his eyes so that he can begin to listen to every single word about his client's story.

"Go on; tell the story from the exact moment of discovering the ring was missing."

 "It started on May 19 when it was the beginning of the day for the sunlight flooded into my living room where I lay asleep on the couch. I heard some scuffling in my house which woke me up but I stayed unaware that it was a robbery that was occurring in my own bedroom."

"You weren't by any chance curious of that sound?" Sherlock cut in with a question.

"I was indeed still half asleep and thought it was just nothing. After five minutes I heard more scuffling from my bedroom. I quickly got up for this time I wanted to check this sound out. I keep my grandmother's ring in my bedroom under my night table near my bed. It is usually kept in a small silver medal box with flower details which show the personality of an old female design since it belonged to my grandmother."

"The ring?" Sherlock added and he revealed his blue eyes to stare at Scarlett.

"The ring…" Scarlett's expression finally changed to my companion's words. She looked at him nervous as she started to fidget with her fingers for she was beginning to feel tense. She quickly adjusted to Sherlock by relaxing back to her old emotionless self. "The ring had a red gem which was then wrapped around with a gold loop. It had many details and because of what the ring is made of it costs 10,000 pounds."

                                     



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"10,000 pounds!" I choked out my excitement as I lean forward as a reaction to the cost of this client's ring.

 "Watson, a ring from 70 years ago would be worth as much as that." Sherlock told me as if I were a kid but I knew it would be expensive it's just that's a lot of money.

 "That's why the ring is important and it's my grandmother's."

 "Yes, yes Scarlett please continue!" Sherlock sang out as I saw Scarlett frown for one second then back to normal. I think I can tell that she was getting annoyed by my companion's weirdness. Why all of a suddenly? Is Sherlock interested in this lady more than her case? He was interested in Irene Adler or "the woman" as he would call her. But is there something about Scarlett Briggs this time or is he acting like this because he knows something about the lady and is acting like this for work purposes.

 "Uhm…well I walked slowly in the hallway to the bedroom door trying to make no sound as much as possible. I could clearly hear the scuffling more as I approach my door. Then as I took that step closer the scuffling sounds just stop immediately."

 "You couldn't hear anything at all?" I asked with astonishment as my companion just sat quietly listening to every detail.

 "I am telling you the truth; I didn't hear anything at the minute I took that step closer. I opened the door slowly and walked inside with astonishment at the sight of my bedroom's new makeover. My pillows were destroyed, my blanket was on the floor, my drawers were open with my clothing hanging out, and it was a total mess. Then I quickly looked at the spot where I had my ring and saw that the trespasser took the ring for the night table was pushed over and the box was gone."

I noticed a smirk appeared on my friend's face again then his eyes reopened and sung, "Scarlett, oh Scarlett what an interesting case!" She didn't frown this time but her eyes shown anger in them as they stare deeply at Sherlock. "I…" Sherlock glimpse at me then back to Scarlett."I accept your case." Scarlett smiled to my companion's statement. "This case will take me two days to solve, maybe three…but it depends…So tomorrow at 10 o'clock, are you free for the morning?" We all got up and strolled to the door to introduce Scarlett's way out.

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 "Tomorrow, at 10 is fine. But where will we meet?" I open the door for the lady as she paused in the middle of the doorway looking up at my companion who stood really close to her. They were really close together that it seem like I was watching a romantic movie scene.

 "At the café across the street, is it okay?" Sherlock mumbled slowly as his head slowly lean towards the girl's head. The girl didn't twitch or blink at all but looked hard at him.

 "Yes…" She mumbled back slowly too.

 "A…date…Yes?" Sherlock respond back in a crispy voice as I saw Scarlett's eye widened with surprise. Scarlett shoved Sherlock off and walked out the house.

 "Sherlock, Sherlock? What was going on?" I questioned as I looked at him steadily. Sherlock closed the door for me and went to grab his violin to begin his song of thinking. I went up to him confuse as he stared out the window with his violin on his shoulder to play.

 "The lady…" he began

"The lady?" I asked confounded at what my companion was trying to lead on.

"Is…"

"Is what?"

"Interesting…"

"But how is she interesting?"

"But why did she come here?" Sherlock started to play a new song on his violin as he watched the lady cross the busy street.

"What! She came here because she has a case. Sherlock?" I answered.

"Her case…yes her case is another thing." Sherlock turned around quickly and dropped his violin onto his armchair then he marched up to my face. I repelled back from his face a bit. "She has been married twice but none of them lasted. Her first husband had an affair on her after a year that they got together. Her second marriage is different. It only lasted 2 years but the husband asked for a divorce." I eyed him astonished for what he is capable of doing.

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"How did-"

 "Watson, you must not see but observe as well for I got the facts by observing her. I will still tell you how I observed those facts. For her first marriage I knew it lasted for a year because she had a mark around her finger which was slightly noticeable for me but clearly she lost weight probably because of her husband affair. Her second marriage I found out the same way for she had a second mark which was thinner and higher than the other ring. Then I asked about the ring and she instantly got stunned and thought I was talking about her marriage ring so she tensed up meaning it wasn't an affair this time for she still thinks about him surely."

"Where you talking about her marriage ring?"

"No, why would I ask that?  You think that I am interested in her in the way you're interested in all those women you have dated." I gave a sigh and gave a grumpy face back to Sherlock who backed away from me to stare out the window again.

"Well, you did ask for-"

 "A date. I know but I have no feelings for that girl and I will never have feelings for anyone, ever." Sherlock interrupted me.

"How about Irene Adler?"

"The Woman? I had no such thing as feelings for her."

"Really…" Sherlock looked down and put his hands under his chin. "Fine, dodge the love stuff." Sherlock chuckled quietly, probably to the word love. "Did you observed anything else my friend who will never get marry?" I wondered. He chuckled again and looked at me directly with those piercing eyes.

"Sadly, no. I could only observe her marriages but I have some theories about her case but needs facts to prove them."

"What is your theory?"



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"And…I can't tell you my plan, yet. But I will tell you some things which is I will go on that lovely date with Scarlett and ask for a blueprint of her house."

"Blueprint? But why do you need a blueprint of her house when you can visit it?"

"I can't tell you all of my plan for it won't work." Sherlock replied.

"Okay then, what will I do?" I questioned for my job in this case and I hope that it wouldn't be wild. Sherlock grabbed his violin and started to play that new song. He stared at me and had a unique smirk that stretched across his white pale face.

The Sick Day

(This is a short fan fiction that I wrote for my friend. This is a fan fiction about Sherlock and Watson from the TV show Sherlock Holmes BBC and yes I'm shipping them together because my friend is always fan girl about them at school everyday so I decided to write a fan fiction for her. I will also write other fan fictions of Sherlock Holmes; Sherlock and Irene, some more Sherlock and Watson and Sherlock and Scarlett which is a made up character that I have created so enjoy this Sherlock X Watson fan fiction)

What I am writing here is not to be put in my blog so I guess you can call it a journal entry that is too personal for others to see. I want to write my feelings about my roommate ; the one who loves to play the violin early in the morning, keeps dead body parts in the house, does experiments on the the kitchen table and a consulting detective.

My roommate's name is Sherlock Holmes. Well, who am I you ask?  My name is John Watson. I'm nothing compared to the great Sherlock; I was a doctor in the army until I got shot and I was release to go back to London. Right now or should I say when Sherlock has one of his cases, I'm usually there with him as a sidekick of crime.

What's happening right now is that there is no case for Sherlock to work on and may I say I'm surprise that he's calm and not freaking out. But may I say that is pretty weird even if it's Sherlock I'm talking about here. I left my room and went across the kitchen taking a glimpse of the clock and see that it is the afternoon.

I enter the living room to be always dirty and never had I once have ever seen it clean. Then I see Sherlock curled up in a ball on the depressing couch, which I like to call it since it seems to be that Sherlock perches on it when he's under the weather allot. But how my companion is curl up in a ball is different and it makes me worried. He is wearing his blue robe with his gray pj bottoms and his long legs are being hold by his arms up to his chin. I can't get a glimpse of his face since his scrawny and broad back is facing me. He reminds me of a baby right now until he turns his face to me, staring into my eyes directly with his piecing eyes.

Then snap! I notice that Sherlock isn't his usually self. His face was very pale and I know that he is already pale himself but today he appears to be pale as snow. Also, I have notice that his face expression is very depressing, one that might belong to a dead man. Then suddenly Sherlock speaks in a crispy voice making me stop examining my companion.

"Watson why are... you looking at me funny?" I didn't even realize that my face looks funny but I feel embarrass now.

" Um... are you feeling alright Sherlock?" Then suddenly I feel a weird feeling in my gut about Sherlock.

"Yes, I am...perfectly fine." he turns his face back to the couch and I can tell that he is lying to me since I have been his roommate for so long that I know a lot about him. The fact is that he never knew that the earth went around the sun and that the dates I go on are dates that I go with someone I love. It's not like I don't like him, I do love him but because I love Sherlock so much I need to know what he is lying about. I walk towards the morose couch and see that the ball that Sherlock is in tightens up since he probably hears me walking closer to him.

I grasp his shoulders and turn him over so that I can see his face. My companion instantly removes my hands off of me and glances at me.

"What are...you doing Watson?" There it is again the crispy voice and the heavy breathing. I knew something is up and now that I have confirm that there is a problem I need to know what it is exactly.

"You're not lying to me are you?" I try to read my companion's face but I can't even pick up one thing from him but that his face is very pale.

"What do...you mean by "lying"?"

"Your voice."

"My voice?"

"Yes, it sounds very different today." Sherlock's eyebrows go down as he becomes confound at what I have declared.

"Well, it's just...a bit sore that's all."

"From what!" I shouldn't have shriek like that but my feelings just overcame me.

"I don't... know! From...yelling or something. Why?" Now my companion caught me on the spot this time. I took my eyes off of Sherlock and gaze around the room to avoid his piercing eyes.

"Watson?" He calls my name which startled me for some reason every time I hear him calling for me. I look back into his eyes which show confusion.

   "Then is that why your voice sounds crispy too?" I stare at him as if that could get the answer out of him. He ignores my question and decides to go back into his curled ball position but I am not letting this conversation end right now. I quickly clutch his shoulders before he has the chance to hide from me. But out of no where I lose my balance and find myself falling on my companion. The next second I am on top of Sherlock and as my reaction I blush a little bit at the situation I am in.

 

  Then I quickly observe other things about Sherlock and me. Our legs are cross together as my face is just 20 cm away from Sherlock's very pale face. We glance in each of our eyes and quickly look a way blushing. Sherlock quickly ducks his head into his chest with his black curly hair covering his face and I can only detect his heavy breathing. I became curious of my companion's reaction that I move my hand close to his forehead. Even though my hand shakes I still put my hand on his forehead.

  Then I finally got the answer I was looking for that Sherlock is sick. I found that out because when I felt his forehead it was steaming hot. That could explain Sherlock's throat, voice and his face. I remove my hand off of his face and I wanted to see if what I predicted was actually right.

 "You're sick aren't you?" I suggest but I already know that one of Sherlock's lies are coming back to me.

  "No, I'm...perfectly fine-"

  "Like you usually say Sherlock don't see but observe with your eyes so I observed that you are sick."

  "Ha, using that against me-cough-" Sherlock stops and starts to cough non-stop. We stop are conversation and I begin to suggest things for Sherlock.

  "Do you need water?" He shakes his head no and continues to cough. " Medicine?" he shakes his head again. "Soup with crackers?" He shakes his head and begins to cough even louder that he had to cove his mouth with both of his hands. "I'll get you cough medicine!" I declare as I raise my body off of Sherlock's for one second. But it is like the gravity was so strong that it just pulls me back down on Sherlock and making me only 10 cm away from my companion's face this time. It isn't the gravity but it is Sherlock himself. His strong big hands are on my hips and they gripping me tightly that I feel a shiver up my back.

  I stare into his deep blue eyes and instantly become lost in them. Everything seem to be so quiet and it seem it is only Sherlock and me in a empty white space as if it is like we were in space of some sort.

  "Please don't leave me. All I want is for you to stay with me." Those words went flying in to my ears as beautiful music making my heart beat faster and faster.I didn't know who said those words. Who said them? Was it Sherlock? It's not like I wouldn't be happy if is Sherlock who said them, it's just... Wait, the only person who could have said those words is the only person here which is Sherlock.

 

    From all the dates I have been on no one had never made me feel so alive like this but only Sherlock. But what about him? Does he feel the same strange feeling I'm feeling right now? I realize that this isn't a dream and I find myself staring into Sherlock's eyes which had a sort of sparkle in them. Then I feel another shiver run up my back as I feel myself being pulled closer to Sherlock. I don't even care if it is the gravity or Sherlock but just as long I'm getting closer to my companion. Sherlock's hands move up my back to my head and he slides his fingers into my hair.

My heart feels like it's a bomb that is just ready to explode from so much happiness. Sherlock pulls my ear close to his mouth as I feel a tickle from his nose.

 

   "Watson will you sleep with me?" My heart suddenly bursts to my companion's question and my face is now fully red like a tomato. I try to reply back but I have so much trouble to say just one word.

 

   "A-aah-yes!" I move my head back so that we have eye view of each other again. Sherlock moves over to make room for me and so I lie beside him. He thanks me and we are both now lying beside each other on the couch. I felt so close to him right now that I could even hear his heartbeat. I couldn't control my feelings of how bless I am anymore that I quickly hug Sherlock and hide my fluster face in his chest. I close my eyes because I felt so lucky I couldn't believe it.

    I slept the whole day with Sherlock on the depressing couch even though I wasn't even tired. But there is no need to call it a depressing couch but Sherlock's and my couch; our couch. The next day Sherlock is fine but now he is freaking out because he has no case to work on. Thank god he has no case. Why I say that is because he always brings me with him to the crime scene no matter how busy I am. For the only reason why Sherlock is up and ready to go is because his sickness went to me. But do I see my companion asking me if I need water or food or medicine! He makes me feel like I have no feelings but I'm only here to listen to him rambling off. But whatever because that's what makes Sherlock special to me and a new memory to remember of us.

The Cure Introduction

(The genre of the Cure series is romance, horror, science fiction. Please comment on my introduction. Also before I start typing the first chapter please tell me any tips for me. I will also do some drawings of some chapters as well later on. So enjoy this please. = ) )

                                                     Introduction
The year 2064 is supposed to be the era of new technologies with new machines that would be used in everyone's daily life. But no one, especially in Canada expected that this could happen. An explosion which was twice more deadlier than a nuke, an explosion which destroyed Yukon and took half of British Columbia with it. That was a problem but the worst problem is the leftover gas in the atmosphere. A gas which isn't normal since it was being studying in a laboratory. The thing that makes it not normal is that it would take 50 years to clear up and it would take the gas two years to spread around the whole planet. Not only is that a problem but every human will have to wear a gas mask until the gas clears up. If humans are exposed to this gas they change both appearances and DNA. It's like the idea of zombies but a bite or a scratch won't change a human into the same thing. If a human is exposed to the gas for more than a week they will transform. They would transform into savages, they will be savages. They would forget about whom they are and forget how to act as humans. They would even kill their own family member because this gas is so deadly that it can change a human in to something else. The gas is called "Shift" gas since it can shift everything about a human. There is also a pro from this which is that if you have been exposed to the gas less than a week you gain a special ability. Abilities which strengthen the human DNA and making humans evolve. Right now Canada is trying to survive and USA is preparing for the "Shift" gas.  Since USA is busy and other countries pretend to not notice the steak that Canada is in there may be no hope for Canada; yet.

My Goals Writing Piece

    
     I have goals as well as Andy. One of my goals that I hope to achieve after

high school is to go to a film school. The school might be in Toronto or in

New York City but it depends what happens in the future. I want to take

filming school so that I can be a director and a screenwriter. But my

Mom wants me to be a hairdresser so that I can do her hair so it will be

cheaper if I did it myself and that her hair will always look good. Then

my dad wants me to be a doctor but more of surgery doctor. So that

when he gets older I'll take care of him and that I would get a lot of

money from my job. But I really don't care about the money at the end.

My parents always disapprove of my goals or laugh at how impossible

they are to    achieve and even my siblings would laugh at my goals.

I have one of those "to do" list before you die things and i do have some

weird goals. One is to go to the moon and I now that's impossible to do

but it's still something I wish I can do. My other goals that I want to

achieve in life is to make the first comic of The Cure series which I'm

currently working on and I hope that it'll be finished by my birthday

so I can show my friend. I also want to write books, write poems,

make movies, paint pictures, make TV shows, draw pictures and do

some voice acting. My parents still think I should do something else

something that is easier, only one job and less stressful. I don't care if

 it's stressful but it's something I want to do. I don't want to be a doctor

 or a hairdresser I want to make my ideas come a live, I want everyone

 to learn about my stories. I don't want it to be easy I want it to be a raw

 challenge so that it'll be more fun. I also want to have a charity for

African children and go there to help them out. I want to travel around

the world even if I'm afraid of flying but I want to go to Japan or to

France. My parents try to change my mind about my goals to their

goals but I won't. I want to go my way even if I know it's hard and I

won't give up. I'll prepare myself for what's up ahead of me.

    

Foolish Heart

                      Foolish Heart

           Didn't I told you something,

          not to do the same mistake.

 Foolish heart you're putting me at stake.

      Foolish heart, what will you bring?

 
       All that you'll bring is pain again,

                won't you ever learn.

  You need to have something to yearn.

    And love is something not easily gain.


            You want to feel stupid love,

             stupid love is what I call it!
 
             happy is one mood but it can kick,

         From all the things to pick above.

            
           So what if love makes you ring, 

             So what, if their sweet like a cake.

          They'll just make you go insane.

         What you're doing is my concern.


                    This stupid love,
            
             You're falling foolish heart!

                     This stupid love,

                     you're falling;

                    I'm falling again!!

Our Friendship

                      

                 

                           You are my bestfriend,

 

            I couldn't ask for a better one.

 

                I can't imagine you gone.

 

             Our friendship will never end.

 

 

               When people think your wrong,

 

                 I will support your statement.

 

                       I'll make a comment. 

                           

                    Our friendship  is strong.

 

 

                    If you are  feeling lonely,

     

                         I will comfort you.

                    

                       You will always too.

 

             Our friendship makes me happy.

 

 

                        I will give you my hand,

 

                        if you fall or need help.

            

                        I will keep our promises,

 

                         you  will do the same;

 

                         This is our friendship.