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I cry everytime I remember that Mary probably isn’t going make it past season 3 and John’s going see another person he loves die and we have to watch.

Looking back at this, what happened is a hundred times woRSE

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This is the first time in forever that I updated my story and I’m sorry about that.

I’m working on it when I can, so if you see any updates in it or changes in the chapters, I’m sorry in advance. I got a few new ideas during the hiatus and I’m trying to fit them in.

Chapter Update!

“Amazing,” I muttered, inspecting the phone to find the described marks. Spot on, almost.

“Pardon?”

“I said that was amazing.”

“That’s not what people usually say.”

“What do they say?”

“Piss off,” Sherlock replied. I laughed and shook my head. The rest of the cab ride went on in silence.

When the cab came to a stop, I peered out the window to find an abandoned flat. The air was cold and clung damply to my coat, its bone-chilling fingers wrapping around my wrists and pulling me under. I stumbled back from the building, bumping the automobile’s door shut. Sherlock raised a brow at me.

“Are you quite alright?” he asked in a low whisper. I glanced around, searching for the source of my fear. The street, dark as it was, provided no answer.

“Fine. Just fine,” I assured him as I pulled my coat tightly around myself, though the action did nothing to increase the warmth in my chest. I sighed.

“Come on,” Sherlock whinged. He tugged at my sleeve. 

-The Case of The Jungian Shadows

this week on “i swear im an author, not a serial killer”

The Case of the Jungian Shadows

“I’m sure Sherlock won’t be too long, John,” Mrs Hudson said with a warm smile. I shrugged and drank in silence. When the tea was long gone and cups washed clean, we heard the sound of footsteps and the slamming of a door.

“Mrs Hudson!” a familiar, deep voice called. It sounded out of breath, like a marathon runner or a swimmer after doing laps. “If you would be so kind as to procure a batch of biscuits, preferably homemade, I would appreciate it greatly. I expect a guest – oh.” He stopped when his eyes settled on me.

Sherlock Holmes stood in the doorway, one hand full of his rich navy scarf, another of a plastic bag containing what appeared to be gag fingers. I hoped, at least, that they were so. Human fingers weren’t exactly what I expected of a man of such intelligence.

He followed my gaze and relaxed minutely. “Experiment,” Sherlock said, waving the bag like a prize. Smirking, I shook my head and sighed.

“Right. You didn’t kill anyone for them?” I asked half-heartedly. The man chuckled deeply. His Adam’s apple bobbed excitedly on his throat.

“Of course not. Molly obtained them from a donated body.”

“Ah. Good, then. I suppose. Why do you need fingers?”

“I’d love to indulge your curiosity, but certainly not with Mrs Hudson in the room. That would be inconsiderate.”

wip: x (from Chapter 6)

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