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Monday, February 10, 2014

30 Minus 2 Days of Writing III: Zombies

Okay people, imagine this. Moriarty is in the shower.

No, no, eyes up here, you can only see her from the waist up.

Now, she’s wet and holding the showerhead as a microphone, singing as if she knew how.

Stop it, you perverts, her hair is covering anything of interest, this is a family blog, after all.

Now, where were we.

That’s right, in the shower. Singing. All alone in a big empty house.

The camera moves through the house, past the kitchen, past the living room, down the hallway. At the end of the hallway, the front door.

Ever so gently, the doorknob turns. Someone’s entering the house. Uninvited.

Over in the shower, our protagonist is still showering and singing. Badly. Soap has replaced the hair covering all the important bits.

Back to the hallway. Our villain moves slowly, not entirely unlike a zombie, limping a little from an old battle wound sustained when he went to war with a car driven by an old lover. He’s taking his time making his way down the hallway, into the living room, past the kitchen.

The bedroom. He’s one door away from his grand prize.

In the shower, our heroine is singing something by Whitney Houston, oblivious to the fact that someone’s listening.

….or is she?

Sherlock yells “ah-ha!” and comes barreling in through the door, only to find the shower running, the room full of steam, but completely empty. He lowers his katana, confused. The camera zooms in on this face as he searches the empty bathroom. He even looks in the hamper, but finds no one.

As the camera pans the room, we suddenly see Moriarty in the mirror, standing behind Sherlock. She’s pointing a gun at him, a look of smug superiority on her face. As Sherlock searches behind the towels, she grabs his katana and sneaks out of the room, unnoticed.

In the dark of the night, she makes her way to Sherlock’s house, and uses his precious iPad to write a post and publish it.

Moriarty, 1 – Sherlock, 0.

This post was written for Nicky and Mike's 30 Minus 2 Days of Writing III. If this post didn't make any sense to you at all, you might want to check out MikeWJ's post from a few days ago. Oh, and tell him I win. To see the other posts for today, please visit We Work For Cheese. *
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24 comments:

  1. Well, now, Sherlock has some catching up to do!

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  2. Now that is my kind of girl! Sherlock was out-played in this scene!

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  3. I know... Moriarty in the bathroom with the katana. Do I win?

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  4. Paula, that was actually very funny.

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  5. Oh, my. A female Moriarty. In the shower. With steam. And soap. And… Sherlock who?

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  6. I had to look up katana!!! This is such an excellent story. And for a family blog, you sure keep things hot!!!

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  7. mikewjattoomanymorningsFebruary 11, 2014 at 9:39 AM

    You're gloating now, my nemesis, but pretty hair can't save you now. I'm on your trail and closing in fast...

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  8. Aye. And so he did. I'll get him in the end, though.

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  9. He might be in possession of a brilliant mind, but he's still just a man. ;)

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  10. This is why you're my favourite, Dufus. And my favourite dufus, too.

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  11. I was just trying to work up the steam so I wouldn't have to iron the shirts. ;)

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  12. Of course he doesn't, we both know that. But it's fun to watch him try.

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  13. Good thinking, Shawn. Just be careful or you'll go blind.

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  14. I bet you say that to all the dufi.

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  15. Love this. You keep him on the run!

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  16. I seriously hope Series 4 of the BBC series starts off this way.

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