Suddenly, the flags stopped turning, the drumline fell to silence, and the trumpet section brought their horns down from their faces. "None of them made it to school this morning." [[]] There comes a point in friendship when those peers closest to you become an extension of yourself, and one finds that they'll do anything to keep the others safe. Michael, Tony, Abbie, Lisha, and Ian are an emblem of that sentiment. For as long as they can remember, they've dragged each other through their lowest dirges and their highest flights. They would never do anything to hurt each other. That is, until the moment they are forced into the game of a shaded, masked man who abducts the five, and throws them into a virtually doorless stone prison with only three simple sentences and two manic choices to haunt their minds. "Three of you will walk out of here. Two of you will die. I'll leave it among yourselves to decide who. " Copyright © 2015 by Mya Brava #564 in Mystery/Thriller 8.30.16

John moved to good old suburbia to try to escape everything he had lost, everything he wanted to forget. But with no job, no friends, and a son to raise by himself, John starts to feel the pressure of life bearing down on him. Thankfully, however, John gets help from his neighbors, and the suspiciously attractive gardener across the street. Johnlock Fluff ParentLock

John Watson had no idea what he was in for when he got put with Sherlock Holmes as his roommate. Sherlock may be a Genius but that does not stop him from being an arrogant arse and a complete idiot when it comes to human interaction. However, as the two get to know each other, Sherlock finds that not only does he fail to resent Johns company, but he actually begins to enjoy it. John is intrigued by his curious companion and slowly he is pulled into Sherlock's crazy world. This is the story, that has been told many times before, of acquaintances, becoming friends, becoming lovers, and of one man succumbing to the one thing he had tried to separate himself from his whole life: human nature. Cover by: @Hippogriff2012 Cover art by unknown artist. If this is your art or you know who made this please tell me so I can credit them.

John Watson watches a boy dance every lunch. He is hypnotized by the graceful moves and the elegant twirls. All he knows about this beautiful dance is his name. Sherlock.

"I need notes," Sherlock explained. "No." - As of January 30th, 2019, this fic has been revised, edited, and cleaned up to its absolute best for your reading pleasure! Happy shipping, folks! - Noms Warnings: *OOC Mary (not Mary friendly, i'm sorry </3) *Non/con themes (no rape, minor sexual assault) *Minor victim blaming (not on purpose, well intentioned/general miscommunication and assholery from John) *Hand wavey science (not a warning, just hope u know i was bullshitting this whole fic when i wrote it at 13)

It's more than she could have imagined. She's never been so popular. This is the last thing she ever expected. There's nothing more amazing than for her to wake up in reality that actually respects her and the arts. Yet, how come a world that's so artistically-obsessed so seemingly impossible for her to understand? Is this truly how Allison Blakley dreamed it being like? For once, she gets to see a reality where everyone spends their Friday night just to see the band.

"And maybe they were meant to be, but they'll never know"

personal private diaries are stupid. they are unknown. unheard of and useless. how about an anonymous diary? but instead of it being private. I want it to be known. my story. of how I was able to love, without knowing the feeling of being loved back. sounds like a sad story? it isn't. it's beautiful. a beautiful sad story. waiting to be told.

"John, i'm so, so sorry. -SH" Set after The Reichenbach Fall, Sherlock is struggling without his blogger to keep him right. The voices in his head are back, and they tell him such horrible things...

It has been years since Sherlocks passing and everyone else has moved on except John but he has tried, on his wedding day John looks his bride in the eye with a crooked smile, she grabs his hands and tells him where ever Sherlock is he is happy for him, right after the priest says "if these two should not be wed speak now or forever hold your peace" everyone gets a text that reads I object-SH This story idea comes from tumblr