A Way With Words

*I own nothing that is or was created in Sherlock, but I do own Amethyst and her stories *

~Sorry this chapters are so short, after a while they'll start to get longer, trust me. Yea and I get it, it's confusing in the beginning, if you could please just wait until the third chapter, Zanks ;)~

Chapter One

June 16th

Amethyst put down her pen, after neatly writing, 'Or so they thought'. Another one of her stories, finished and ready to send. She couldn't help that she couldn't end her story, at least not yet. Every good mystery book she'd ever read, they always had a good twist at the end, and an excellent hook, but she wondered if she was overdoing it a bit. She had made sure the guy was dead, and she wondered if people would actually like her second book, or if they'd think it is horrible and overdone. Amethyst didn't really want that.

She picked up a piece of blank paper, getting ready to make the cover page. She sat there for a moment, twisting her pen in her pale fingers. Throughout the whole book she couldn't think of a good title. She had been through so many, 'Who?', 'The Man', and many others, but none of them seemed right. Amethyst went down to the bottom of the page and signed her name, Amethyst S. Arnya.

For a while Amethyst just sat there, wondering what the title should be. After a while she put her pen down and stood up, fed up with her thoughts. She just had so many, but she couldn't sort them out, not for the life of her. She strode into her kitchen and grabbed her laptop.

It was becoming a bad habit of hers to start searching things when she couldn't think. She blinked a couple times when her computer background stared at her. It was picture of a silver sword, with an emerald gem in the golden hilt. Around the base of the hilt was wrapped a blue silk scarf.

Quickly she pulled up the Internet and searched 'mystery'. Her emerald eyes scanned the screen looking for a good article. None of them looked worth-while, and then a picture caught her eyes. It was a picture of a man with unkempt black hair. His skin was unusually pale, and he had a worn out blue scarf on. Amethyst looked at the title of the article, and saw that it was a website, a blog actually. It was by a guy named John Watson. Instantly she clicked on the link, wondering why a blog came up. She was greeted by what looked like the name of book. Amethyst scrolled down, scanning the words before her. Several times the name Sherlock Holmes was mentioned.

Every now and then she would actually read a couple of the sentences. The man, Sherlock Holmes, seemed like quite the interesting man. He solved mysteries, he was like a walking mystery book, or so Amethyst thought.

Amethyst kept scrolling down, looking for a story that looked good. She kept scrolling and scrolling, until she reached practically the bottom. The last one she saw was called, A Study in Pink. She thought that the first was the best place to start.

She was all of half way through it, and she already loved it. She opened a new tab, and searched Sherlock Holmes. The first link that popped up was labeled, The Science of Deduction. Instantly Amethyst clicked it and read the page. She was hooked.

This Sherlock guy seems cool, maybe some of his mysteries could help me think of a title, Amethyst thought, intent to read more of his stories.

Later…

Amethyst finally set down her laptop, a grin on her face. She absolutely loved John's stories. She had even thought of a title for her newest book, 'The Man Who Knew Too Much'.

She picked up her pen and neatly wrote it down on her cover page, at the very top. In the middle was a giant gap left for her picture. Instantly she got to work, drawing lines.

Later…

Amethyst set down her pen, happy with her work. On the page before her was a picture of a man's face. His hair was unkempt. His face was turned to the side, so you only saw one eye, peering into your soul. One of his hands held up his coat collar, hiding his neck, and most of his face. She got the idea from looking at a picture of Sherlock Holmes. She had made sure that it wasn't to close, but close enough that it had the same feeling.

She couldn't wait for the book to be out to the public.