Hi everyone! this is my first story so i hope you enjoy it :P, anyways I just wanted to say that is in third person omniscient point of view, the third person part is obvious but the omniscient means from time to time you get to look inside the worlds only consulting criminal's mind! I have a weird way of thinking, so please read the whole sentence if you are confused before you judge! Ok i think that is it for now, I hope you enjoy :D!
What to think. What to think? What to think!? Sherlock Holmes, the world's only consulting detective thought as he paced past the beautiful chocolate and light gray wallpaper the flanked the sofa side wall of his flat.
Why does the world have to be so incredibly dull? Maybe if people weren't so blatantly ordinary extraordinary occurrences would become ordinary and then I would never be bored. But with such an extraordinary world around me everything would become the same monotone extraordinary making the extraordinary the ordinary and therefore again causing boredom! What do ordinary people do when they are bored? Well obviously they would easily become re-entertained by any silly thought or thing that pops into their moronic little minds. "Oh look a butterfly! Look how pretty it is as it flutters by!" Idiotic! Sherlock ranted as he dramatically flopped himself onto the sofa causing his satiny cobalt bathrobe to swoosh up and then gently tumble back down a top his now contorted body. Plunging his elbow into the tarnished chestnut leather of his sofa, the world's greatest detective propped himself up into what primary school students would call the "crisscross applesauce" position. He then proceeded to press his fingertips together, leaning his head forward just enough for the ends of his fingers to lightly graze his lower lip. Closing his eyes, the detective continued to ponder what to do in his mind palace.
Research different forms of hallucinogens and their properties? No, that won't do, I need a puzzle! Creating a hallucinogen from such researched hallucinogens that would cause a hypnotic state, now that would be exciting... but I need to do the research first so that won't do. Hmm... puzzles, picture puzzles are too easy, word puzzles would also hardly face a challenge, and how would that help improve my deductive reasoning? What could have been used to help my previous cases... Well I could research planetary and solar changes throughout time but that is not only most likely to never be of importance again but also not the mental stimulant my mind needs! No, I need something different, something new and fascinating! Instead of this no good, boring, ordinary, typical humdrum of flat life with...
"Johhnnnn..." Sherlock called hopes that his ex-military doctor flatmate would hastily approach. "Johh-"
"What the blazes do you need Sherlock!?" the cable-knit sweater wearing and obviously annoyed, sole friend of Sherlock abruptly interrupted as he rushed into the flat's main room as fast as his short little legs would allow him.
"John I'm bored!" the detective exclaimed as he simultaneously threw his hands in the air and jumped off the sofa out of frustration.
"So, go do something." John harshly responded barely even glancing away from his computer screen.
"But what! Nothing around me serves a challenge. I'm bored John, BORED! Even shooting the bloody wall is uninteresting to me at the moment John! I need something to do... yes ... something new and exciting. But what is their to do that is new and exciting when all of the help request we get are easy open shut cases? John, find something for me to do John!" Sherlock asked in a manner that was the closest the detective would ever be to pleading.
"Sherlock, I am trying to work on my blog." Clearly unamused, Sherlock rolled his eyes and plopped himself down in the chair across from the laptop, and more importantly,across from John. "Did you know it has 985,092 views now! That's bloody incredible! You should see all of the comments..."
"BORING!" said Sherlock rudely interrupting.
"Sherlock!" John Watson spat with a new level of aggravated harshness as he turned around to look at his flatmate with a new furious fire of vexation burning his eyes. "This is MY blog, something I find important and I need peace and quiet to complete it so shut your bloody trap!" At this, a hush fell over 221B. Not the nice, peaceful, pleasant hush of calm and serenity; no this was the sharp, piercing silence of anger that that made your whole body itch for something, anything to break it. Unblinking, the two flatmates stared into each others eyes, the level of tension soaring. Both of them were burning for the other to make the first move or throw the first punch, both literally or metaphorically.
"Only daft idiots like yourself have to find their own nonviable sense of importance in something as inconsequentially trivial as a few digits at the top of your computer screen." the unamiable machine of a man hissed, his voice barely above the heavy breaths that had filled the room just prior to his coarse remark.
"Out" John Watson stated in a way that Sherlock Holmes knew was more of a threat than a request.
Slowly pushing himself out of the creaking chair, Sherlock rose and turned toward the exit of his flat. Proceeding forward, the detective grabbed his signature coat and scarf,throwing them on and then immediately heading out the door with out a word to his flatmate and surprisingly enough, the only person he considered to be his friend.