221 Baker Street had been blown to bits. Within the remains of the building lay a severely wounded Mrs. Hudson. Sherlock
pushed and shoved his way through the dazed and confused crowd. He knelt down beside his beloved landlady and lifted
her head and placed it in his lap.
"Sherlock?" said a wavering voice that came from the half-alive Mrs. Hudson.
"I'm here, Mrs. Hudson. I'm here." Sherlock assured her.
"Oh Sherlock! I'm so cold!"
He took of his coat and lay it across her shivering body.
"Thank you, Sherlock, you're such a dear. Oh Sherlock, are you crying?"
"Yes, Mrs. Hudson, I think so."
She looked a
A Not-So-Typical Day in the Life of Esther Bean by JOIV, literature
Literature
A Not-So-Typical Day in the Life of Esther Bean
I hear the continuous beeping of my alarm clock, and I ignore it. Just five more minutes of serene unconsciousness, is that too much to ask? Nevertheless, I roll out of bed and stumble to my closet.
"Do I want to try today?" I ask myself, "Not really." I decide. I throw a hoodie and a pair of jeans on. I jog up the stairs and head to the bathroom. I look in the mirror and see a face that is covered in slobber. I cringe at the face and pick up a cold damp washcloth. Massaging the rag on my face, I think of how my day will play out. Like every other day nothing is going to happen. Just another boring 24 hours of my life I will never ge
221 Baker Street had been blown to bits. Within the remains of the building lay a severely wounded Mrs. Hudson. Sherlock
pushed and shoved his way through the dazed and confused crowd. He knelt down beside his beloved landlady and lifted
her head and placed it in his lap.
"Sherlock?" said a wavering voice that came from the half-alive Mrs. Hudson.
"I'm here, Mrs. Hudson. I'm here." Sherlock assured her.
"Oh Sherlock! I'm so cold!"
He took of his coat and lay it across her shivering body.
"Thank you, Sherlock, you're such a dear. Oh Sherlock, are you crying?"
"Yes, Mrs. Hudson, I think so."
She looked a
A Not-So-Typical Day in the Life of Esther Bean by JOIV, literature
Literature
A Not-So-Typical Day in the Life of Esther Bean
I hear the continuous beeping of my alarm clock, and I ignore it. Just five more minutes of serene unconsciousness, is that too much to ask? Nevertheless, I roll out of bed and stumble to my closet.
"Do I want to try today?" I ask myself, "Not really." I decide. I throw a hoodie and a pair of jeans on. I jog up the stairs and head to the bathroom. I look in the mirror and see a face that is covered in slobber. I cringe at the face and pick up a cold damp washcloth. Massaging the rag on my face, I think of how my day will play out. Like every other day nothing is going to happen. Just another boring 24 hours of my life I will never ge
deviantART was on TV + join the art challenge! by Heidi, journal
deviantART was on TV + join the art challenge!
A long time ago (about 24 hours), in a galaxy far, far away (down the road in Hollywood), comedian and television host Chris Hardwick introduced a segment on his late-night Comedy Central show — aptly titled midnight (https://www.deviantart.com/midnight) (get it?) — that got many of us at deviantART all aflutter.
First of all, if you love the Internets and you haven't seen midnight (https://www.deviantart.com/midnight) yet, you're missing out on some serious lulz. A few nights a week, Hardwick invites some comedian pals on the show for some Geek-Centric Improv Comedy. Sort of like a British Quiz Show brought to you by Reddit. Or "Whose Line Is It Anyway?" with slightly less dancing, but an equal amount
I have recently (by recently I mean like literally 2 minutes ago) finished the book of emotions titled the Fault in Ours Stars. Overall it was a very good book. SPOILER ALERT: traggedy befalls page 261, so if you are planning to read this book then I would strongly advise reading at home with a box or two of tissues at the ready. Now if you will excuse me I have to wait for my friend and my mother to finish.
I have drawn so many thing that I would like to submit to deviantART but my scanner is a piece of crap. As soon as I get a laptop I will be able to submit drawings. For now I am in the middle of writing a little something. It's called The Not-so-Typical Day in the Life of Esther Bean.