LIFE IS ON

 The Story begins with Sherlock addressing his need for some case to keep his brain working, without which he is a drug addict. Soon at their door arrives Miss Marry Morstan with a charming attire, which seduces Watson somewhat. Marry explains her case to Sherlock which is about her father, Captain Morstan who was deployed in India ten years ago. Morstan came back to London and called upon for Marry, but when she arrived at his lodge, Morstan had gone missing. She tried to search for him everywhere, also contacting his only acquaintance in town- Captain Sholto who was deployed in India along with him. Sholto declined any knowledge of Morstan's missing. Four years later, Mary saw an advertisement in the newspaper with someone looking for her address. Marry gave her address after which she started receiving a very expensive pearl, each year on the same day. The sender being unknown never contacted Mary in the past six years when until now he had sent a letter for a meetup, where the ...

  PART 1- The first part of the story focuses on an introduction to the characters- Sherlock Holmes, Dr. Watson, Detective Lestrade, and Gregson, and we get an overview of the case. Dr. Watson, who has been recently retired from his services in the army, travels to London in search of an apartment. Soon he gets introduced to Sherlock Holmes, a man with uncommon levels of intellect and intelligence. Watson and Holmes move into 221B Baker Street, wherein Watson learns that Sherlock is a consulting detective, and gives a lead to private and government detectives such as Lestrade and Gregson. Sherlock also deducts that Watson had been deployed in Afghanistan earlier, after looking at his sunburned skin and his soldier-like etiquette. Holmes soon receives a letter from Gregson demanding his help on a murder case. A night earlier, on Baxton Street, a cop was strolling after heavy rain when he witnessed an enlightened house that had been abandoned for a while. On entering the house the co...

 Jordan Kingsley was a man with some bad habits but a good sense of business. His fortune had afforded him many advantages, including various artifacts and awards that adorned his large hall. However, the most prized possession he had acquired in his lifetime was a set of ten rare beads, each worth a million dollars. This fact wasn't a secret among his acquaintances, who included his elder brother, Benjamin Kingsley, his wife, Harriet Kingsley, and their son, Clinton Kingsley. Unfortunately, Clinton was autistic, though remarkably creative, and Jordan felt a special bond with him, sponsoring his education out of genuine love rather than pity. Jordan was selective about those he let into his heart, reserving his true affection for those who earned it. This often excluded his own brother, his brother's wife, and even his business partners. Harriet, aware of Jordan's distant relationship with her son, made efforts to keep Clinton away from Jordan, fearing that the uncle's ...

September 15th, 1955, New York City JJ Warren, known to us as Jim, lay on his bed with a partially snoring nose and half-dim eyes filled with water due to a cold he had caught. Lying in his warm bed with a blanket, Warren dragged the remote from a distant table towards him and decided to start the television. The television started with a flash of news, which usually contained humanity's adventures into crime, murder, threats, and more. A person with a cold usually feels irritated at little things like this, trust me. And when we have a frustrated detective who has spent his entire youth solving crime and dealing largely with psychopathy, things get even worse. Detective JJ Warren was about to switch off the television soon when he decided to stay for some moments and skim through the news quickly. Although, it didn't bother him anymore. A man murdered his client and master together after they had harassed him to the peak of his mental tolerance. The man hid their dead bodies c...

 In the shadows of a squalid room, where dust and decay entwine, Blake, with vacant eyes, seeks elusive poetry, a thought so divine. The wall, a witness to neglect, sheds dust upon his bed, Expressionless, he contemplates, with turmoil in his head. A notebook, forsaken on the floor, a battlefield for rats, Their battle over rotten bread, a reflection of life's pained spats. Blake intervenes, casting the loaf and rodents away, Yet, 'Everything Shreds,' he scribes, a mantra for the disarray. As a train rattles by, shaking his abode with disdain, Dust cascades like sorrow, a relentless, gritty rain. Unfazed, he writes, pen dancing on the page, A narrative of desolation, an artist trapped in a cage. The air thickens with the stench of urban strife, Yet Blake persists, capturing the essence of a desperate life. Amidst the cacophony of honks and traffic's cruel ruse, He confronts his reflection, eyes reflecting an inner bruise. In the mirror's gaze, a revelation unfolds, ...

   ' He was despised and rejected by mankind, a man of suffering, and familiar with pain. Like one from whom people hide their faces he was despised, and we held him in low esteem.'  Isiah 53:3 Lying languidly on his bed, Harry Hagen, weathered by the weight of years, gazed pensively out of the window, his weary eyes fixed upon the impenetrable depths of the darkest woods. Through the veil of shadows, a haunting vision unfolded—a spectral figure resembling his father, strolling into the depths of the wilderness hand in hand with his seven-year-old son, the glint of an axe catching the feeble rays of light. In the quiet recesses of his contemplation, a poignant realization dawned on Harry. "Life can possess a profound simplicity," he mused, envisioning the idyllic tableau before him. In that ephemeral moment, what he yearned for was a narrative of exquisite beauty and unassuming normalcy, a respite from the complexities that had woven themselves into the fabric of his ...