The house on the hill
Okay so this is a story I've been working on for my writing for my schooling. Let me know what you think. I will take criticism...Oh And Let me know If I should Post more!
I took a deep breath as I Looked at the house on the hill. It made a chill run up my spine. The house was a tall, Victorian era mansion, it may have once been beautiful but now it was deteriorating. It's once bright red shingles and shutters took more of a bloody red color, with the paint chipping off in places and running in others, so it looked like a fresh cut that was still bleeding. It's white was dark and peeling. The windows that weren't cracked and falling out were dirtied and black.
"Come on, guys," I groaned, "Do I have to go in the house on the hill." That's what we all call it, no one had lived in this house for at least a century.
"You wanna hang with the big boys right, Wyatt?" James was the leader of the Skaters. They don't let anyone r
Nevermore: A Sherlock Fanfiction End (Chapter 7) I was dying, but I still, with everything believed, in Sherlock, I knew in my heart he would find me.
My heartbeat was slowing and my body was freezing, it was painful, but even then I still had hope. I was about to pass out, when I heard shouting, it was John,
“Sherlock, you can’t go into the water, you won’t be much good frozen, in the boat.” Just seconds later a boat was by my side, Sherlock cut the rope and pulled me onto the boat, he moved the raven black hair off of my face, with my pale bluish skin I looked dead,
“Abigail?” he place a warm palm on the side of my face.
My green eyes fluttered open, “I knew you would find me.” I said in a soft whisper.
He smiled a half smile as a single tear ran down his cheek, I raised my good arm and wiped it away, Then he pulled my closer careful not to mess with my shoulder, and kissed me, suddenly my pain me
Nevermore: A Sherlock Fanfiction chapter 6 After a few hours of asking the homeless network, I finally had a lead. I looked all around the empty streets in search of a cab. There were none to be found. It was early, too early for the cabs to be out.
I pulled out my mobile and called John. "John I think I know where she is." I give him an address and I hang up. I turn and run in the direction of the park where she is being held, In New Forest. As I take twists and turns, my mind goes crazy from anger. When I find you Moriarty, I will wring your skinny little neck.
I hear the honk of a car and I look in that direction. "Sherlock?"
"John" I look at him. "Get back in the car we need to get to Abigail. The tide is rising."
We jump back into the black car, I rattle the address of the park, telling John once more. As we speed down the road, my phone alerts me to a message. I think about ignoring it but I dismiss the thought. I pull my mobile from my pocket and I am greeted by anot
Nevermore: A Sherlock Fan fiction Chapter 5 I am in such pain, my legs were bleeding from many cuts. My arm had such an aching pain which was starting getting worse. The icy cold water was now to my knees and was still rising. Before too long I’ll be dead. As that thought enters my mind, I’ll be dead, I feel hot tears stream down my face.
I’ll never have hot tea on a cold winter morning again, I’ll ever see my mum and dad again, never see Sherlock or John, I’ll never have a laugh or cry during a good movie again, I’ll never read another book, it would all end. I’d be gone…forever. I began to talk to myself, I always found it calming when I had fear, the poem I had always loved, I had it memorized
“It was many and many a year ago… In a kingdom by the sea, that a maiden there lived whom you may know, by the name of Annabel Lee… And this maiden she lived with no other thought, than to love and be loved by me