Sherlock Holmes. That is the subject of my retarded ramblings today. I love Sherlock Holmes. Yes, Sherlock Holmes, not Benedict Cumberbatch and definitely not that clueless idiot who played Iron Man. Yes, I’m aware paths as dangerous as the Indo-Pak border when the cricket world cup finals are between the blues and greens <that’s… Continue reading Sherlock Holmes
I have a friend. Who on a sunshiny morning under the shade of a tree drinking green tea will calmly discuss how she planned to commit genocide and end the human race. <She plans to poison the air if you must know> . She also plans her own funeral <yes, funeral not wedding> and… Continue reading My Little Sadist.
And that sucks i wish i were different.
Originally posted on Be Less Amazing:
The following piece is a work of fiction composed in response to the WordPress Weekly Writing Challenge, Power of Names. Any character resemblance to persons living or dead is coincidental. She was supposed to be a boy. It wasn’t the world’s most cheerful or productive thought, and it didn’t…