Sherlock: New Beginnings

I was going to write an overall review for Sherlock Series Three this week but, because of how ridiculously amazing the final episode was, I have decided to write some Sherlock fanfic instead. It’s pretty short at the moment, but hopefully I’ll be adding to it as I go on this here website.

He’d spent nearly three years hiding in the shadows, and it had become boring. Even as a child, he’d been able to kill to keep his mind off the boredom and to punish those people he felt like punishing. But all this time, he hadn’t been able to kill anyone or do anything to stop the breakdown of his criminal network; he hadn’t wanted Sherlock to notice him before he was ready,

Because he had big plans in store. And so he contented himself with preparing for his big reveal.

He hadn’t yet decided when to show his message. He wanted to shock the world — but most particularly Sherlock — as much as possible. But all that went down the drain when he heard of what Sherlock had done.

“Oh, Sherlock. You naughty boy,” he had grinned. His enemy had dropped from his place with the angels, and his brother was dealing out consequences. It was wonderful, but also possibly deadly — if he allowed Sherlock to die, then he’d become more bored than he had ever been. He couldn’t allow that to happen.

So he pressed the button, and let his message ring out across the world.

Did you miss me?

Of course they did; even ordinary people got bored, and the end of Charles Augustus Magnussen signalled a hell of a lot of boredom thanks to the information that died with him.

He did loathe that man. All that power at his fingertips, and what does he do? He blackmails his way to the top of the chain. No understanding of the honour of the underdog. It was despicable.

But so was what Moriarty planned to do.


TCWT Blog Chain: Writing Idols

No, this is not two days late. Not at all. (Sorry.)

This month’s prompt is:

“If you could co-write a book with one author–living or not–who would it be and what would the book be about?”

tcwt-3Well, there’s actually quite a long list of writers that I would like to work with. My current top four, however, are: Michelle Hodkin (author of the Mara Dyer novels); Sarah Fine (author of the Guards of the Shadowlands series); Mary Shelley (you know, the one that wrote Frankenstein); and Mark Gatiss (because Sherlock). And, because I’m already two days late, I thought I might as well cheat even further by explaining all of them.

First of all, Michelle Hodkin. If you haven’t read anything by her — well, go to your nearest place with books and correct your mistake. The Mara Dyer trilogy is amazingly sinister and, somehow, even when you know what’s going on, you still don’t truly know what’s going on. Which probably makes more sense if you’ve read the books. As for what the book would be about… well, I would basically just like her to write my WiP for me, because if I had the energy, time, and strength to research and then massively edit it, chances are I still wouldn’t make it as amazingly complicated as she could, and it needs to be complicated — all novels with murders in them do. But I digress, as usual. Rather than attempting to explain the plot, which currently refuses to be twisty, I shall give you the blurb:

It’s been two months since Harry’s dad died. His mother has moved on, and so should he. But with his father’s ghost ordering him to vengeance for a murder made to look natural, and his search for the truth foiled at every turn, Harry’s sanity is called into question — and he begins to wonder if he’s going the same way as his father…

Second of all, Sarah Fine. Again, if you haven’t read anything by her then shame on you. Somehow, she’s able to take what could be a relatively normal YA plot and rip the cliche-feeling away and make you care ridiculously deeply for the characters. Therefore, I would like to collaborate with her on an idea that I’ve kind of been writing idly recently, which I also have a blurb for, hurrah:

Marki only feels at home when she’s in the woods behind her house. But when the area is cordoned off due to an escaped animal, Marki fails to fight the urge to escape to her special place, and finds something a lot more dangerous than a big cat lurking in the trees.

Third of all, Mary Shelley. I picked her simply because I love Frankenstein, and I would collaborate with her on absolutely anything she felt like writing.

And finally, Mark Gatiss. If you haven’t watched Sherlock… well. I promise I won’t use any spoilers here. In simple terms, I would like to collaborate on an episode of Sherlock with Mark Gatiss. Preferably one that involved both Sherlock and Moriarty and lots of kissing between afore said characters.

And on that wonderful note, here are the other participants, who I imagine have been a lot more disciplined than me with this:

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The Empty Hearse: An Off Switch for the Bomb or an Off Switch for the Show?

I know; it’s a long title.

Tonight is the second episode of the BBC’s highly-anticipated third series of Sherlock, and so I thought I’d have a quick look at episode one. In particular, I want to have a look at the scene in the train carriage.

[If you haven’t guessed yet, this post contains extreme Sherlock spoilers, Just a quick warning.] Continue reading