High Functioning Sociopaths@SHERLOCK CHAT CLUB - Page 13

Originally posted by: .Enigma.

^Now since,I know about this hudders thing,I hope it is not going to ruin the fun.

Bye,ladies. Off to watch Sherlock See,ya.

Originally posted by: epiphany.

I don't understand Irene. I had trouble understanding that episode. But I somehow knew the password would be Sherlocked. 🤓

Hello, Shruti. I am Kankshita.

Originally posted by: jyotimeena

i am sherlockd

Originally posted by: .Enigma.

I'm not one of a story writer,I write mostly on social issues. My obsession with Sherlock made me write this extract,when we were assigned a task to pen down a scene😳:

Henry snapped awake out of a deep sleep, screaming aloud in terror. He had a nightmare about the very eerie, distinctive and unprecedented creature that revamped his blissful life as a child to a desolated one. He saw the same slender, powerfully built creature with deeply descending ribcage and a sloping back. The same large, lustrous eyes that he witnessed when his father was brutally slaughtered by the Hound in Baskerville.

Henry jumped off his bed, shivering. With a lot of effort he was successful enough to walk past the elongated hall and knock on Mr. Holmes's room. The famous detective opened the door with a yawn, it was 3:00 am and by this time even the peculiar and clever detective with his funny hat would feel sleepy. Sherlock Holmes was rather six feet tall, with dark hairs, very piercing and expressive eyes and a thin chin that gave him a look of determination. I saw the HOUND! It was coming, to kill me. Exactly the way it did with my father.' said Henry, shuddering. Where', said Sherlock curiously, his eyes wide opened. I had a nightmare', before Henry could say anything else, Mr. Holmes interrupted Oh! Shut it, you insane. You came running to me, at 3:00 am at night, like a kid just because of a nightmare. Bloody hell.' said Sherlock bluntly. He was about to close the door but Henry started shouting. You cannot just ignore all of this. You got help me.' You want me to help you? Alright, get ready; we are going on the spot where you first spotted this whatsoever.' said Sherlock, waking Watson up and taking his coat.

The three walked towards the dark, unilluminated forest, with a touch in each one's hand. They reached the exact spot where the terrible incident took place. There was a narrow and elongated trench covered with bushes. They walked in, looking all around in an alert manner. There was silence for some moment, apart from the blowing of the leaves and the fast thumping of Henry's heart, nothing was to be heard. Suddenly, the silence came to a halt. There was a quirky voice of creature howling coming, it was now marching towards the three. They could hear the wolf panting, Henry screamed in protest whereas Sherlock had a grin as if he knew what to do.

Originally posted by: .Enigma.

I'm not one of a story writer,I write mostly on social issues. My obsession with Sherlock made me write this extract,when we were assigned a task to pen down a scene😳:

Henry snapped awake out of a deep sleep, screaming aloud in terror. He had a nightmare about the very eerie, distinctive and unprecedented creature that revamped his blissful life as a child to a desolated one. He saw the same slender, powerfully built creature with deeply descending ribcage and a sloping back. The same large, lustrous eyes that he witnessed when his father was brutally slaughtered by the Hound in Baskerville.

Henry jumped off his bed, shivering. With a lot of effort he was successful enough to walk past the elongated hall and knock on Mr. Holmes's room. The famous detective opened the door with a yawn, it was 3:00 am and by this time even the peculiar and clever detective with his funny hat would feel sleepy. Sherlock Holmes was rather six feet tall, with dark hairs, very piercing and expressive eyes and a thin chin that gave him a look of determination. I saw the HOUND! It was coming, to kill me. Exactly the way it did with my father.' said Henry, shuddering. Where', said Sherlock curiously, his eyes wide opened. I had a nightmare', before Henry could say anything else, Mr. Holmes interrupted Oh! Shut it, you insane. You came running to me, at 3:00 am at night, like a kid just because of a nightmare. Bloody hell.' said Sherlock bluntly. He was about to close the door but Henry started shouting. You cannot just ignore all of this. You got help me.' You want me to help you? Alright, get ready; we are going on the spot where you first spotted this whatsoever.' said Sherlock, waking Watson up and taking his coat.

The three walked towards the dark, unilluminated forest, with a touch in each one's hand. They reached the exact spot where the terrible incident took place. There was a narrow and elongated trench covered with bushes. They walked in, looking all around in an alert manner. There was silence for some moment, apart from the blowing of the leaves and the fast thumping of Henry's heart, nothing was to be heard. Suddenly, the silence came to a halt. There was a quirky voice of creature howling coming, it was now marching towards the three. They could hear the wolf panting, Henry screamed in protest whereas Sherlock had a grin as if he knew what to do.

Originally posted by: flutterby

@bold... same here... 😳 when i saw that there were 4 letters... with the words locked after it..

i was wondering if it is sherlocked... then i dismissed the possibility.. 😆 and in the end.. it came back to haunt me.. 😉