WeAreTheDream

I watched the snowflakes fall quickly, then slowly, then thousands came and then only a few dropped. I wish he would hurry up! Frank said he'd be here with my ultimate surprise. He promised I'd love it, but I love him anyway. He woke me up this morning with a delicious breakfast in bed, sausage, fried bread, bacon, baked beans! Oh it was a full on English Breakfast, my most favourite breakfast from the U.K. Frank got me a slinky watch and a lovely warm woolly jumper that I was looking at when we were Christmas shopping the other week. 'MIKEY!' Someone shouted for me, but I was alone, it was only me… 'Frank?' I shouted back, 'Frank? Is that

'Dad?' A small young teenager appeared around the door. Her short brown hair and clear brown eyes that flickered under the shining stars. She stared at her parents asleep in a double sleeping bag, she jumped on top of her Dad. 'WHAT!?..... Huh?' A middle aged man with dark brown roots and bits of red hair falling across his face. 'Bandit... What are you doing?' He squinted and massaged his eye lids as his green eyes widened a little more. 'I can't sleep... Will you tell me a story?' Bandit glared at her father with wide beaming eyes, that looked so innocent that he melted in her eyes. Bandit quickly learnt that there is always positives to

Darren went all night doing funky flips single handed with glasses and bottles of drink. Perfecting his technique as customers stood and watched him show off whilst they awaited their drinks, as they waited they rolled their eyes at him for being such a show off and for taking so long pouring them. CRASH! CHING! CLANG! Darren dropped the glass and the crowded pub went from noisy chat of socialising people to silence. Peoples eyes immediately turned as they stood or sat looking at what Darren had done. ''Urray!' A group of young lads on one side of the old looking pub streamed aloud as half of the pub looked at the bar determining where the

‘Now, we have had an unfortunate event of losing a citizen of the United States of America and one of these two men are the prime criminals to do so.’ The judge scowled harshly at the two men that sat in front of him in cuffs. One with his head bowed and the other with his blank expression staring back at the judge making him feel slightly uncomfortable. He glanced at Sherlock Holmes as the British Detective sat at the back with his friend Dr Watson as he awaited for the court to begin the case. The two men that was sat separately were at points impatient as they’re defenders spoke at equal points. ‘Mr Way didn&#

'Why would you want to protect my innocence?' Gerard glared cruelly at the English detective making him come across as an actual killer that would do anything to kill anyone, anywhere. He watched Sherlock pace to and fro, making him slightly dizzy as the detective was quick. 'Because you didn't even see your brother that day… you were in an art study of some sort. Just drawing with Charcoal, was doing the final touches of the drawing judging by your black smudged fingers.' 'How do you know that?' Gerard was amazed by Sherlocks knowledge, he still followed the man with amazement in his eyes. 'You have black charcoal all over your prist

Sherlock Holmes went from the white room with the mirror to the room behind the mirror. He stood in silence and stared at Frank murmuring to himself. 'Mr Holmes?' An officer said. 'Shh…' Sherlock raised a finger to his lips and pressed lightly on them, signalling the officer to shut up. He never stopped murmuring to himself and his eyes never left Frank that scowled at him through the magic mirror, where he couldn't see in but you could see out. The officer didn't speak again until he was told to. Which was a long time of impatient silence that ruled over the room. All you could hear was the steam coming from the coffee and the mum

The Examination Room. I was waiting in the line to go into my exam. All the chatting along every row as we waited nervously to be seated. Being stood outside in the freezing cold most certainly prepared you to walk into the huge freezing gym that has the heating turned off because it makes a racket of a noise. The two teachers stood side by side as we turn off our phones, remove the batteries (for extra precaution) and putting them in our bags, with our pens and pencils at the ready. The butch male teacher stands taller than the lot of us, as he acted like the school superior although he isn't. The violet purple tie brightens his white

Soon after the comfort was over the chief took Frank to a cell, where he practiced his whimpers and whines for when they come to question him and mention the words 'Michael Way' how he would break down and utter words, and make out that he was deeply depressed about the death that he did, but wanted so badly to be innocent. Later on during the week, another person was added to the cell that Frank was allocated. 'Found you a friend, you two might actually get along.' The policeman pushed in a small man, only slightly taller than Frank, also a familiar face to Frank. He scowled at this familiar figure that knew him so well and knew who was t

'You can explain it to the judge.' The leading officer walked up to Frank placing his hands in cuffs. 'Yeah… thought you might say that.' He mumbled to himself as Frank walked with the police officer gripping his arm pulling him towards the van that they arrived in. Frank was pushed into the van that was crammed with all the police officers surrounding him as they drove to the police station for interrogation. Once the van had stopped doors banged and his arms were pulled at once again, being dragged into a dull white walled room with a steel table and chair, a mirror that stretched to fill a whole entire wall where officers disappe