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Last by: lauren on 20 Feb 2016 • Contributions: 2 of 500
Accounting is so boring, why did I want to go into this again? Does everyone hate their job as much as I do? Numbers, Numbers, Numbers... Blah Blah Blah! I get up from my desk, and go into that little lounge part where they have coffee... mmm coffee. I pour myself a cup, black two sugars, and get my Lasagna out of the fridge that I had packed from home, it was also my dinner last night, but don't tell anyone okay? People say it's not manly or it's girly to like things like cooking cleaning, taking care of people, or well just being me. I'm kinda feminine I know, but who cares? Not me! God, I should've been a hairdresser...
Sherlock Holmes and the Red Ink.
Last by: jabesm on 18 Feb 2016 • Contributions: 3 of 100
"This is not good Holmes," I say.
"I know it is not good Watson. It is clearly 'not good'. Why must you waste my time with such foolish statements."
"Fine but what are we going to do? This is not some criminal gang trying to extort money from you... it's the Bank of England man!"
"Be quiet Watson!" he shouted, "I need to think."
I had never seen Sherlock in such a mental state, the money had clearly been bothering him for a while and it was only now, after my input, that he forced himself to face the threat of bankruptcy.
"I need to think." His voice had taken on a softer edge, he slowly leaned forward and rested his head upon his palms.
"Holmes," I sat upon the arm of the chair across and talked softly to my friend. "Is their no way of accumulating this money?"
Sherlock Holmes and the Case of the Ivory Case.
Last by: jabesm on 18 Feb 2016 • Contributions: 6 of 50
Holmes' talk was interrupted by a cry carrying across the thick smoggy mist which always hangs around the Thames, listening intently for a moment Holmes starts to sprint towards the cry.
A few moments later and the shape of three people appear from out of the smog, one appeared to be writhing upon the ground by the edge of the river, the other two had clubs and where beating the man. Mr. Holmes closes upon the villains.
"Oi," shouts the crook "get lost before I... I-
"Gor blimey, it's Sherlock Holmes!"
"Tarnation, we got a get out of the city!"
The scalawags flee as Holmes figure slows, stopping and kneeling before the body.
"Doctor," he tenderly touches the gagging form," your assistance would be greatly appreciated hear.
Last by: icewriter on 15 Feb 2016 • Contributions: 6 of 50
Jenny wasn't there, however.
In her place sat a boy. A freakishly good-looking one, if you asked Lucia. He wasn't noticing her, though. He was sitting ramrod straight and staring ahead at the board. The teacher had almost finished her equation, when he coughed politely and said: "Excuse me..."
The teacher froze, turned around slowly, and said: "Yes, Danny?"
"The equation. It won't work the way you have it. There's a mistake in the fourth parameter."
Frisch brought her glance back to the formula, and frowned at it for a number of seconds.
"Well, what do you know," she finally said "that one could indeed use a slight change!"
She corrected the offensive symbol,