Thewoman Stories

They say every woman has a story. But she became a collection of them. A woman hidden somewhere among the Atlas Mountains. A voice carried across the sea. A figure travelling through the wind. A silhouette by a window. A woman painted in pink and blue, speaking in languages he does not understand, creating art from blank pages, and guarding a heart behind armour no one is permitted to touch. He never intended to write about her. Yet somehow, she became the subject of every page. Through mountains, oceans, dreams, colours, laughter, distance and longing, he begins to understand that knowing someone is not the same as possessing them. Some people enter our lives to stay. Others enter quietly, leave pieces of themselves behind, and become stories we carry long after they are gone. This is not a story about finding the woman. It is about seeing her. And eventually learning to let her exist.

I decided to turn several dialogues/plots/scenes etc. that I saw on Instagram and Tumblr into Adlock headcanons:) Every 'chapter' is 1 headcanon. They aren't that long, but please enjoy anyway! (notice: these are ALMOST the same as the headcanons of my 'story' Sherlock: Johnlock headcanons)

A man working at a cafe stays late to wait for a woman to always comes in before 11pm.

Sherlock has lived with John for two years now. He's only just beginning to feel this new feeling. John doesn't understand and assumes it's something else. But maybe eventually he'll understand...

story 1 of 7 within collection...

My name is Hazel Cary Foster. Sunday is a special day for me; a day where I can go back to my Home. The real Home, where Ma grew her roses and herbs. Where the wild boar roast still smells. When I still had Wendy, my toy rabbit. When She didn't come to visit me. -------------------------------- A confusing story of mystery and chills, this book leads you along a winding path to find out the real truth behind Mary Persephone.

Rosie Watson grew up in an unusual environment. Being daughter to the doctor John Watson who was actually famous (or not so famous) for assisting Sherlock Holmes in his cases. Now that Rosie is 18, she must decide what path to follow.

Not a slashfiction! Sherlock, John and Mycroft are back, Mary too with a new arrival. Things have changed and Mycroft decides to move in with Sherlock to try 'ordinary goldfish life'. Mary goes on a holiday, but the details are a bit vague, leaving The New Baby with Sherlock for a few hours at most. All characters belong to BBC Sherlock production team, except the baby, and other minor characters.

Ever since Marlia's mothers death, she didn't feel the same. Her father wasn't much help with his 3 rules which where: 1. Never open the windows 2.Dont look in the mirror 3. NEVER LISTEN TO THE WOMAN............

Being the ugly black woman is a poetry book about overcoming past scars that lock you down. It's about embracing yourself as a woman of color and a human being. Realizing yourself as a person of power, confidence and also your weaknesses.finding your own voice even in your own fears. synopsis: Her skin so dark as the ground, we walk upon her hair so wild and strong almost holding its own personality Her eyes brown and wide carrying her own curiosity her pride pushed down and trampled on, her smile so bright hiding away a thousand generations of pain and tears and her heart cries a silent song A song of an ugly black woman...

Maya was ten when it happened. It was a quiet evening. Her father was in her room, fixing the bedsheet. She was bouncing on the springy mattress, one hand gripping the metal window bar, peeking out into the backyard. That was when she saw her. A woman in white. Standing completely still under a tree, deep in the thick bushes behind Uncle Cheng's house. She was holding a baby close to her chest. Her face looked pale. Her eyes stared blankly into the distance. "Dad," Maya said, pointing. "Who's that? Is that Uncle Cheng's daughter? She's holding a baby." Her father didn't even glance outside. "There's no one there, Maya. Come on. Let's go to the living room. And stop jumping." Maya paused. The woman was still there. The baby didn't move. She slowly climbed down from the bed and followed her father out. Later that night, Maya asked her mother. "Uncle Cheng isn't home tonight," her mum said. "He's staying over at his children's place. The house is empty." That part of the yard suddenly felt different in her mind. It wasn't a place people used. The grass was long, the weeds tangled, and banana trees leaned heavy with nothing. The tree in the middle stood tall and crooked, like it was tired. No lights ever came on behind Uncle Cheng's house. Just a narrow dirt path leading to a quiet, unused space. Maya never told anyone what she saw. Until years later in university, when her lecturer asked, "Tell us one unforgettable memory from your childhood." And the backyard came back to her all at once. The tree. The baby. The woman who stood where no one ever did. So, Maya told the story.

A lovely little fiction I just came up with recently. I am currently still working on it but hope to have it done soon.

one shots and ideas for new seasons :) please read I write some one shots and I think they're good :) And I punctuate most sentences with smiley faces :) May be some strong language and other triggers :) #1 in lestrade (29/06/2021) :)

The demons from home followed her. Ifeoma Samuel built her walls so high that even she can't escape it. Her heart has been made up a long time ago and there is no going back. But when her life is threatened and he comes to her aid, Ifeoma realizes how weak her walls were to begin with. Detective Emeka is here in front of her, and he is threatening to break her. All those years of running in other to guide her heart from breaking seems futile now. Could this be love? A thing that makes no sense yet makes a lot of sense? Stella is the chairwoman and director of Nature's Feel Arts and Graphics. She is a cold and reserved woman - a true definition of a woman's scorn - and everyone would rather stay out of her way. She recruits Ifeoma but not for her brains. What could she want a mere artist for so badly that she would keep her close? The Woman In Me is a gripping romance suspense that follows the journey of a talented young artist who fights against all odds to keep her heart from love. But when the odds presents themselves, she is no longer sure which side she is fighting on - hers or someone else's?

Amid Salimoglu's The Woman and He is a psychological drama that deeply explores the themes of love, loss, and waiting. The work portrays the emotional turmoil experienced by a woman during the most difficult moments of her life.

Just a few short stories and poems created from my disappearing creativity. This may include difficult topics for the reader. Your discretion is advised. The ones that may be difficult also have disclaimers

two years. two years, three days and twelve hours since the famous consulting detective threw away his life to save his friends. irene adler; safe in france, a new identity and life after the sociopath who stole her heart saved her life. for a heartless, cold genius who has no emotions, sherlock holmes seems to care more than a sociopath should about people. now that he's dead, irene is left with a broken heart and no desire to live. why should she continue?

A three part story about the end of the world. Join The Woman and The Man in their quest to save the world from the Peace Brigade.

A woman in her highest met a man in his lowest.