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Sherlock: The Gemini Parable - Chapter 1 by Reds-Revolution, literature

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Sherlock: The Gemini Parable - Chapter 1

“Sherlock, this is Bridge Grayson. Ex-RAF, and a good friend of mine,” John introduced, a hand on my shoulder. This was a peculiar creature indeed. All cheekbones, curly black hair and those eyes. He wore a loose purple button-down and slacks, his forehead shining in the heat. So this was the Sherlock Holmes that amazed John. I kept up with their blogs and Leo and I had both written to John, so I’d read about their adventures together solving crimes. He seemed ordinary, Sherlock. “Bridge, Sherlock Holmes.” That was until he opened his mouth. His deep voice was almost insulting in tone. “Pleasure.”

Sherlock: The Gemini Parable - Prologue by Reds-Revolution, literature

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Sherlock: The Gemini Parable - Prologue

Author's Note: This is the new Sherlock fanfiction I've been working on. I haven't seen Series Three yet, but I plan this to occur prior to Series Two. Have at it! Don't forget to leave a comment below with favorite parts, lines, feedback, etc! Yours, Red ................ My brother always told me that when I can’t speak my mind, I must write it down… I should probably start with the fundamentals. My name is Bridgette Grayson, but everyone calls me Bridge. I’m a former Royal Air Force airman on the wrong side of thirty with too many stories to tell, and I’ve been to too many funerals. Afghanistan’s taken m

APH: Sands of Time - Act III by Reds-Revolution, literature

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APH: Sands of Time - Act III

The next day was more for the gritty part of being a country: foreign relations. The reintroduced countries were observing meetings and appointments with more powerful ones. Scotland was serving her role as England’s right hand well. She offered advice based on her experience and he took it into consideration. As any pair of siblings would. But after sitting through Spain’s drabble, Poland’s useless whining, and a number of other mind-numbing things, Scotland was wearing down. She needed a break more than anything. Then, they were about to go to a meeting with France, England’s longest rival and one of the banes of

APH: Sands of Time - Act II by Reds-Revolution, literature

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APH: Sands of Time - Act II

Outside, the rain had let up, and the blinding sun took its place to dry up all the muddy puddles and light flooding that the storm had left in its wake. Aside from what was left of the thunder and clouds, the day had become quite a sight. The sun had brought about a rainbow that hung in the sky as if by magic, and the birds fluttered with their white, brown, and grey wings in the now-clear sky. The other countries had long-since started on their own different ways away from the meeting room, some returning to their rooms in the large building, others chatting amongst themselves in the lounge areas, but there was one country who need

APH: Sands of Time - Act I by Reds-Revolution, literature

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APH: Sands of Time - Act I

The day had been unpleasant since the beginning. The ground was drenched and in muddy puddles... puddles that gushed down the crevices in the streets and collected around the hefty boots of pedestrians and the exposed feet of those oblivious to the weather forecast. England had not once seen the beauty in rain. How could you find any sort of splendor in a day as bloody miserable as this? His mood had spoiled quickly once he had realized the weather, not to mention the only fresh shirt he had was an old, scratchy sweater. England itched at the thought of it. This wasn’t good. He could keep scratching for hours… He

Phantom: The Final Curtain - Chapter 3 by Reds-Revolution, literature

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Phantom: The Final Curtain - Chapter 3

Phantom: The Final Curtain Chapter 3 October 7, 1921 “Stranger Than I Dreamt It” My weekends tend to go fast in one indistinguishable blur. They were usually spent in the rafters above the stage of Phantasma, staring up at the ceiling as performance after performance was done and play after play was sung and danced. Sometimes Madam Giry, who was approaching her twilight years, would come up and ask me if I wanted anything to eat or drink while I watched the shows. I’d occasionally ask for an apple and she’d acquire one for me. I loved apples, as they reminded me of the one play Father told me about wher

Phantom: The Final Curtain - Chapter 2 by Reds-Revolution, literature

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Phantom: The Final Curtain - Chapter 2

Phantom: The Final Curtain Chapter 2 October 4, 1921 “Coney Island Blues” I woke to the sound of my father’s organ. Most days, I got out of bed in a rush, got dressed and groomed, and made my morning routine as fundamental and speedy as possible. I did this to be able to make the ferry fast enough to get to education… so early that no one would be able to ambush me once I got there. I had always made sure I was there first. I wasn’t fond of surprises. Or the stares. But today, the music coming from the organ was too much and I lay there for a bit longer, just listening. When I opened my eyes, he was at the d

APH: Sands of Time - Prologue by Reds-Revolution, literature

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APH: Sands of Time - Prologue

The blood of a dead man dripped down Scotland’s face as she hauled the body on her shoulders, and up the steep hill to the mass burial site. Her legs felt like lead and her back protested loudly against the labor, though she ignored it. She had never been so numb, nor so filthy, covered head to toe in blood, sweat, and dirt. Scotland hadn’t cried yet for what had transpired this day. The rain had started, pattering down on her effort like gravity had intensified. She slipped in the mud, her leather shoe digging a furrow. She forced herself back on her feet again and as she reached the top, she coughed and wheezed as if her lungs w

Phantom: The Final Curtain - Chapter 1 by Reds-Revolution, literature

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Phantom: The Final Curtain - Chapter 1

Phantom: The Final Curtain Chapter 1 October 3, 1921. “Song for the Boy” An icy bite to the air and October’s half-frozen kiss to the ground made New York a very uncomfortable place. Time was a monotony from one day to the next, and those without a coat or a scarf found the weather most disagreeable. It was the turn of the century. A time of new beginnings. Or at least it was supposed to be. The Great War, as they were calling it, had ended. The first to encompass the entire world and word had it that it was only escalating again. It was the twenties, though. The roaring kind. The times, the times! Laissez le bon temp

Phantom: The Final Curtain - Prologue by Reds-Revolution, literature

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Phantom: The Final Curtain - Prologue

PHANTOM : THE FINAL CURTAIN - PROLOGUE Once upon a time, a young Swedish soprano had lost her father and the father had sworn on his deathbed that once in heaven, he would send the angel of music to guide her. And one did. One came in the form of a Phantom that haunted the Opera Populaire. He served both as her teacher and her angel. Christine Daae and this Phantom of the Opera began an adventure together into the night. She sang and he loved, she betrayed and he killed, and near the end of Act One of their story, she had to leave him for another. Then came Act Two. There was a night beneath a moonless sky…she came and found where h

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"You're certain?" "Yes.. This is her body..." "No, this is someone else..." "Sherlock, this is her -- Sherlock! Don't leave! Please! Don't.." Sherlock stomped into the flat 221B Baker Street, slamming the door and locking the locks. He threw off his coat, screaming as loud as possible. Tears streamed down his face as he had his back to the wall, slowly slinking down to the ground, bringing his chest to his knees, sobbing. He slowly pushed himself back up, stumbling and limping towards the bathroom medicine cabinet. He pulled out a small box of nicotine patches, grabbing a handful, wobbling back to the living room couch. Sherloc

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July 25
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Let's not get too personal, alright? I'm a writer. I post literature.

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My sister, Vincent Van Gogh, Leonardo da Vinci, Picasso

Favourite Movies

Can't Buy Me Love, Pretty In Pink, Batman: The Dark Knight...

Favourite TV Shows

Supernatural, Doctor Who, Batman: The Animated Series, Star Trek.

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Muse, My Chemical Romance, Coldplay, Killswitch Engage, Between the Buried and Me, Halestorm, Nightwish, Queen....and Aretha Franklin. I loves me some Aretha Franklin.

Favourite Books

The Mortal Instruments, Dragonlance, the works of Edgar Allen Poe, the complete works of Sherlock Holmes.

Favourite Writers

Edgar Allen Poe, Sir Conan Doyle, Heroditus, Stephen King, anything by Jane Austen.

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Batman Arkham games, Injustice: Gods Among Us, Marvel Ultimate Alliance. Halo.

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XBox.

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Pencil. Paper. Laptop.

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History. Mostly History.

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Jan 11, 2014

I return to the world of academics soon...

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My dears, in less than two weeks I will be back to my university and will be divulged in the world of academics once more. But never fear, here is what you can expect. Posts of any sort, be it my Phantom fanfiction or my collaboration with my real-life sister, Little-Miss-Spades (https://www.deviantart.com/little-miss-spades) in the realm of APH: Sands of Time, will be posted on the weekends. If anything is posted during the week, it's because I've instructed my sister to post them for me. I will be checking in regularly at regular times, just please bear with me and patience is all I ask of you. Now, here's what's to come! I've been debating on working on a second fanfiction of one