The Road to Healthy Part 1

Hello, Readers,

I wrote a post a while back about my goals to get healthy, I had lost some weight but when my mom was on her death bed I did not stick with my diet and I ended up gaining the weight back. I have been beating myself up over it, but not actually doing anything about it.

Last week I had enough, I took a deep breath and had a much needed deep conversation with myself. I need to stop being so hard on myself and accept the fact that I am human and that I have flaws just like everyone else. One of those flaws is that I am an emotional eater. Accepting this about myself is the only way I am able to change it. It is perfectly understandable that the loss of my mother hit me hard, but it’s time that I get back on track.

Before my mom died I did the 21 day fix, and ate “clean.” I lost 6 lbs in the first week! I am going to incorporate some clean eating in my diet but I am mostly doing the Paleo diet. It is the simplest one in my opinion to meal plan for, it also works with mine and Neil’s lifestyle, and it is one we can stick to. The only difference is I am not going completely carb free. I am doing low-carb. I feel like whole grains, oats, and yogurt are fine in moderation.

I am cutting out the biggies like soda, sugar, white bread, white potatoes, and pasta. (I will have these very sparingly on rare occasions throughout the year.) This is a lifestyle change, not a diet, so I feel that if I eat healthy most of the time and allow myself a “treat” every once in a while, I will be fine. This is how I should be living, this is how I will continue to live!

I have been inspired to try and find ways to make my favorite “unhealthy” foods healthy. Healthy does not mean it can’t taste good!

I will be sharing my favorite non-gmo snacks, recipes, recipe experiments, and updates on my weight loss as we go.

I also LOVE to dance, so that is going to be my cardio along with walking, and I am going to use a medicine ball and kettle bells for weight training!

Stay tuned for upcoming posts on “The Road to Healthy!”

Love & life lessons,



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Fan Fiction Chapter 2


I’m sorry for taking so long to get this written. My life has been insanely hectic lately. It feels so good to continue writing this story!

I have also included Part 1 in case you missed it.

Part One


The Mysterious Case of The Appalachian Woman, Part 2

The rain pelted against the windshield of my Buick Encore and my already white knuckled grip on the steering wheel tightened as I strained to see the road ahead of me. The curly haired detective had fallen asleep beside me and the sound of his soft snores filled the car. Suddenly, a loud clasp of thunder startled the detective awake and he shouted “Mycroft,” as he sat up, hitting his head on the grab handle above the passenger side door window. I bit my lip to stifle a giggle as he glared at the handle like he was trying to destroy it with his retinas.

“Mycroft. Your brother, Mycroft?” I asked.

“How many Mycroft’s do you know?” He asked with a quirked eyebrow.


The storm had finally died down and much to my surprise the remainder of the 3 ½ hour trip was quite enjoyable. Sherlock and I talked about our families, we learned about each other’s favorite past times, foods, and had deep conversations about ourselves and the world around us. Surprisingly, Sherlock would turn up the stereo volume when a song would come on the radio that he liked, and we both found ourselves singing along. This was a side of Sherlock I had never seen, neither in the books nor in real life, but I suppose centuries of life experiences can alter ones character from time to time.

After pulling into my sister’s driveway I shut off the car and just sat there staring at the beautifully weathered porch swing. I’m not sure how long I sat there just staring and remembering times with my sister, mom, and Grammy on that very same swing, but it must have been a few minutes because Sherlock grabbed my hand, breaking me from my reverie.

“Everything alright?” He asked concerned.

“Yes, I just have so many childhood memories here, and I was taken back when I saw the porch swing,” I said as I pointed to it. “The very same one that I used as a child.”

Sherlock said nothing, just nodded his response and looked at the house. I watched him and knew he was already making his deductions.  When we did finally exit the car, Sherlock walked right onto the porch and left me to get our luggage. I huffed annoyingly as I opened the hutch to retrieve our duffle bags.

“Kristin, what’s taking so long?” Sherlock shouted from the porch.

“Well, I had to grab all of our stuff since you didn’t help me with it.” I snapped.

“Oh, should I have grabbed the bags?”

“It would have been the gentlemanly thing to do.”

“Well I’ll remember that next time.” He pats me on the shoulder and spins around quickly and starts knocking on the door.

I rolled my eyes. I still don’t understand how someone so intelligent can do something unbelievably sweet and romantic without even trying, and then turn right around and show absolutely no respect for the people around him, and he honestly doesn’t mean  to be disrespectful, or romantic, for that matter.

“Stop it.” He said using that deeper octave, baritone voice that I have grown to love so much.

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You’re thinking, it’s putting me off.”

“So sorry for using my brain, Holmes. I’ll try to refrain next time.” I replied sardonically.

“Thank you.” He replied with a smirk, although, I couldn’t see it.

Sherlock was just about to knock a second time, but he lowers his fist, and a couple seconds later, Laura Beth opens the door and greats us, excitedly.

“Oh. My. Gosh! It’s really you. Thee Sherlock Holmes is standing right in front of me!” She then grabs Sherlock and embraces him in a hug.

Sherlock stiffens at first, but then lifts an arm and pats her on the back. “It’s nice to meet you Laura Beth.”

She giggles as she lets him go and then skips over to me and practically knocks me down as she wraps her arms around me.

We both giggle like teenage girls and I kiss her cheek. “It’s so great to see you. How have you been?” I asked.

“Okay, still a little shaken up from this morning.”

I comfortingly rubbed her arm and told her that was understandable. A comfortable silence fell between the three of us as Laura Beth laid her head on my shoulder, my eyes drifted back to the porch swing, and Sherlock’s gaze was fixed on me. I didn’t notice, but Laura Beth did. She smiled and winked at him.

Sherlock cleared his throat. “I don’t mean to interrupt this lovely reunion, but I do believe there’s a body the doctor and I need to examine.” He narrowed his eyes at Laura Beth as if he was trying to convey a message, and she couldn’t wipe the smirk from her face.”

“Did I miss something?” I asked.

“As ever, my dear Watson, you see but do not observe.”  Sherlock stated.

“I could say the same about you, Holmes.” I replied as I pushed past him with our bags and set them inside the house.

At the morgue I examined what remained of the body, as it had been badly burned. It was hard to determine her age, my estimate was that she was in her early 40’s, but I would have to wait on the autopsy reports to confirm it. I also noticed that her fingerprints had been deliberately burned off.

The police have ruled the death as suicide, but Sherlock and I both believe that ruling is false.

“Why don’t you think this is suicide?” Laura Beth asked.

“For starters, it’s highly unlikely this woman would strategically place the sleeping pills and liquor bottle on the ground, and then proceed to lie down, cover herself in kerosene, place the empty kerosene containers next to her body, and light herself on fire.” I replied.

“Precisely,” said Sherlock. “Also, notice the bruising on her neck, and the fact that she was lying naked in the woods. Something isn’t adding up. Also, her fingerprints were burned off before this fire. Notice that her hands are not scorched.”

“Why would someone burn off her fingerprints prior to this burning?” Laura Beth asked.

“She burned off her own fingerprints.”

“Why would she do that?”

“So that she couldn’t be tracked, maybe she’s a criminal, or a spy. At any rate, she didn’t want her true identity to be found.”

“Oh, you are very good.”

Sherlock looked at Laura Beth and smiled before turning his attention to me. “I think we should head to where Laura Beth found the body.”

“Swallow falls.” I replied.

“We might be able to discover something there.” Sherlock replied as he grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the morgue. I had to jog to keep up with his long strides, and Laura Beth was jogging along behind us.

The crime scene had been cleared of everything and taken to the lab to be analyzed. Sherlock dug in the dirt hoping to find something, anything that might give us a clue as to who this woman was, but nothing was found. Frustrated, Sherlock walked off pulling up the collar on his trench coat. “Come along, Laura Beth and Kristin. The game is on.”

Note:  I do not own Sherlock Holmes, all Sherlock related content is based off the works of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. I claim all other content as my own personal work. Any & all rights belong solely to Kristian L. Cosner Weigman




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Thank You Mondays #6

Every Friday Jimmy Fallon writes ‘thank you” notes to random people or places. I have decided to take a spin on that, only my “thank you” notes will be sincere because I don’t nearly say thank you enough to the people in my life, and I will also do “Thank you Monday’s”, so I can start my week off on a positive note! My sixth “thank you” is to my grandma by marriage, Rosalie.


Thank you for loving me and accepting me into your family. I want to thank you for all that you do for Neil and I. We are very blessed to have you in our lives. Thank you for keeping an eye on Neil while he was in Baltimore. I hated that I couldn’t be with him, but took comfort in knowing that you and Caitlyn were there to see him. I am extremely thankful for the bond you & I have created over the years. I look forward to our next “wine chat.” I can’t wait to see you hopefully in a few weeks!

Much love,


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Thank you Monday’s #5

Every Friday Jimmy Fallon writes ‘thank you” notes to random people or places. I have decided to take a spin on that, only my “thank you” notes will be sincere because I don’t nearly say thank you enough to the people in my life, and I will also do “Thank you Monday’s”, so I can start my week off on a positive note! My fifth “thank you” is to my good friend and blogging buddy, Laura Beth. Today is also her birthday!!

Dear Laura Beth,

First thing’s first, Happy Birthday, my dear! I know I promised you last year I would get something sent out in time for your birthday, and I apologize that it didn’t happen, but I know you understand my situation. You can be expecting something in the mail later this week. 🙂

Thank you for your support, whether it’s for my writing, letting me vent when I need it, or my current situation with Neil. It means the world to me! Thank you for your friendship! Even though we haven’t met (yet), I consider you a great friend, and I value the friendship we have created over the past year. I know without a shadow of a doubt that you will be there for me when I need you, and I hope you know that I’ll always be here for you as well!

Here’s to getting to know you better in the months and years to come! I hope you have a fantastic day!

Love & hugs,



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Fan Fiction: Chapter One

Hello, dear readers,

I have once again received more requests for Sherlock. So, I have decided to not do writing prompts with this, and just write what comes to me. I am going to make fan fiction a separate category in my blog, so even though this is the 4th Sherlock Segment, this will be the first chapter in the category. (I hope that makes sense) Anyway, I really hope you guys enjoy reading these. I have so much fun writing them. This came to me last night!

The Mysterious Case of the Appalachian Woman

“NO! Why did it have to be Dean?” I yelled as I threw myself onto the sofa & clutched the throw pillow to my chest.

Sherlock ran out of his room and skidded to a halt just past the dining room table. “Kristin, what’s the matter?”

I looked up at him and sniffed as the mascara stained tears ran down my cheeks.

“Oh, love. Whose ass am I beating?” Sherlock asked.

I chuckled and shook my head as I wiped the tears from my face. “Dean’s dead.” I said as I pointed to the television.

Sherlock rolled his eyes. “You scared the crap out of me; I thought something was seriously wrong.”

“It is. Didn’t you hear me? Dean died!”

“How many times does this make?” Sherlock asked as he rolled his eyes at me once again.

I chuckled. “I have an unhealthy habit of becoming emotionally attached to fictional characters.”

“You don’t say?” He replied, sardonically.

“Shut up!” I giggled as I threw the pillow I was holding at him.

He caught the pillow and started laughing as he crossed the living room to join me on the sofa.

“Dean was my hero, now who will protect me from the monsters?” I asked.

“I’m no hero, but I will protect you from anyone who tries to cause you harm.”

“Oh, Sherlock” I sighed contentedly, as I laid my head on his shoulder.

Sherlock stiffened as he still wasn’t used to physical contact, but unbeknownst to me, the smile on his face gave him away.

The next morning I awoke to a loud crash in the kitchen. I ran out of my room in just my tank top and shorts, too startled to even put on my robe to cover myself. I couldn’t help but laugh at the site in front of me. There sitting on my kitchen floor was the curly haired detective, with flour in his hair, smoke coming from the toaster oven, burnt eggs in the skillet, and waffle batter all over my floor, along with the bowl and the mixer. I tried to stifle my laughter by putting my hand over my mouth, but it didn’t work.

Sherlock glared at me. “I’m glad you find this so amusing.”

“I’m sorry… it’s just…” I said as I doubled over with my hands on my knees trying to catch my breath. Sherlock tried to stand up but his feet kept slipping in the batter, and it only made me laugh harder. I finally composed myself and walked over to him. “Here let me help you.” I walked over and grabbed his arm, but Sherlock pulled me towards him and smeared batter on my face. “Sherlock!” I squealed as I grabbed a handful of flour and threw it at him forgetting about the batter on the floor. Sherlock laughed a deep, hearty laugh and I couldn’t help but laugh along with him, I started to slip in the forgotten batter on the floor, but Sherlock caught me and held me tightly against him as he held onto the counter with his other hand for support. Sherlock and I held each other’s gaze for a long moment before he cleared his throat at our close proximity and let me go. He rubbed the back of his neck as his gaze roamed up and down my body and I blushed as I realized I was showing more skin than I normally do.

“You’re the smartest man I know, and you can’t even make toast.” I said, breaking the ice.

Sherlock chuckled at this as he bent down to pick up the bowl and mixer off the floor. “You go get cleaned up, and I’ll clean up in here.” Sherlock said as he placed the bowl in the sink.

“Actually, why don’t you let me get it, and I’ll make breakfast for you.” I replied.

Sherlock smiled at me. “I don’t eat breakfast.” He sighed, “I was making this for you, Kristin. April told me how much you love waffles, and I was going to surprise you with them, but my cooking skills aren’t as good as I hoped they’d be.”

I wasn’t sure how to respond. This man who claims to have no clue when it comes to human interaction, especially with the opposite sex, is trying to surprise me by making my favorite breakfast, and I can’t do anything but stare at the back of his head as he cleans my kitchen.

I walked beside him and put my hand on his arm. “Thank you.” I said softly.

He looked at me confused. “For?”

“It’s the thought that counts Sherlock.” I said as I turned and made my way to my bedroom.

While Sherlock was in the shower I decided to call my sister, Laura Beth, as it had been a couple of weeks since I last spoke with her.

“Good morning, Kristin!” She greeted me.

“Good morning Laura Beth.”

“I’m so excited that you called, I was actually getting ready to call you. How are things going with Sherlock?”

I chuckled as I thought about the events of earlier. “Well, he asked me if I would join him on his cases, and I accepted. I still work at my office, but I made April partner, and we both work part time. I don’t know why I didn’t think of that sooner.”

I was sitting on the sofa with my feet propped up on the coffee table, I took a sip of coffee and almost chocked on it when Sherlock walked out into the living room wearing a towel. His torso was more toned than I thought it would be, and I found myself staring at the vein running along his biceps. Sherlock winked at me as he caught me staring and I cursed myself again for allowing him to catch me.

“Hello. Are you still there?” Laura Beth asked.

“Yes, sorry, sorry, I’m here.” I said flustered.

Sherlock laughed as he made his way into his room.

Laura Beth and I chatted for a few more minutes, while Sherlock made himself some tea, grabbed the newspaper, and joined me in the living room.

“Would you be interested in coming back home, and bringing Sherlock with you?” Laura Beth asked me.

“Why would I do that?”

“Oh, I don’t know, to see your sister, perhaps?”

I chuckled. “No, I mean, why would you want me to bring Sherlock?”

He looked up at me at the mention of his name, and I looked down at the floor, avoiding his gaze.

“I have a case for you both.”

“A case?!” I asked, excitedly.

“Yes, I was hiking along Swallow falls and I found a charred woman lying naked by Muddy Creek.”

“Laura Beth,” I interrupted her. “Sherlock is sitting in the living room with me. I’m going to put you on speaker, okay?”

I introduced the two.

“Do you mind telling me what you’ve told Kristin?” Sherlock asked.

“I told Kristin that I went for a hike near the falls I live by and I found the body of a charred, naked woman lying next to the falls, but that’s not all,” she continued. “Surrounding her were a dozen pink sleeping pills, an open bottle of whiskey, and two empty kerosene containers. There was a nasty bruise on what remained of her neck.”

“When did you find her body?” Sherlock asked.

“Just this morning, and I called the police, and they have started investigating. I overheard one of them say that they would like to get Sherlock Holmes involved, and I told them that my sister knew him and if they were serious I would make the call. Well, they were serious, so if you would like to make the trip to Kristin’s hometown I will put you in touch with Sheriff Friend.”

Sherlock smiled the biggest smile I have ever seen him wear and replied “I looking forward to meeting you, Laura Beth.”

Note:  I do not own Sherlock Holmes, all Sherlock related content is based off the works of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. I claim all other content as my own personal work. Any & all rights belong solely to Kristian L. Cosner Weigman


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Thank you Mondays #4

Every Friday Jimmy Fallon writes ‘thank you” notes to random people or places. I have decided to take a spin on that, only my “thank you” notes will be sincere because I don’t nearly say thank you enough to the people in my life, and I will also do “Thank you Monday’s”, so I can start my week off on a positive note! My fourth “thank you” is to my best friend, Amanda.

Dear Amanda,

Tomorrow is the first day of our second Bible Study and I want to use this opportunity to tell you how extremely proud of you I am. This is the first time since the entire time I’ve known you that I’ve seen you take leadership, step out of your shell, and truly shine! You’ve always been breathtakingly beautiful, but seeing you in this light, with such passion, shows your inner beauty. I am blessed beyond words that God sent me you as my best friend, and I couldn’t be more proud to give you that title! You have seen the darkest parts of me and yet you still stood beside me through everything! I couldn’t imagine my life without you, and I’m so grateful that you have become a part of my family (that goes for Adam and Landen too, of course.) Thank you for being the amazing woman that you are, and thank you for being my best friend! I love you!

Here’s to many more years of love, laughter, and verbal 2×4’s!

Your Sherlock,


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Short Story, Fiction #5

This one isn’t from a prompt, just something I had floating through my head. I hope you enjoy this one!!

Love by the Coast

I poured the last of the Cabernet Sauvignon into my wine glass as I watched the waves crash onto the rocky shore just below the deck I was standing on, and I leaned on the rail and inhaled the fresh scent of the salt water from the Atlantic. All I could see was ocean and sky for miles and I smiled as the crisp October air chilled my bones. I pulled my sweater tighter around me and sat in the Adirondack chair reveling in the glorious view before me while I waited for my best friend, Melissa to join me.

“I’m so glad you talked me into coming to Maine with you,” Melissa said as she opened the sliding glass door of the log cabin and stepped out onto the back deck. “It’s so pretty here, and a getaway was just what I needed.”

I hummed in agreement and raised my glass to her. “There’s more wine in the kitchen if you would like a glass.”

“Okay I’ll just bring out the bottle, and then I want to know everything!” Melissa squealed in delight as she ran back into the cabin to retrieve the wine. She emerged just seconds later. “Alright, Lori, start talking, and don’t leave anything out!

“Alright, I’ll start from the very beginning after you and Adam left to go biking yesterday morning…”

I decided to walk to that little cafe about a mile up the road. It was a quaint little place, and it reminded me of something one would see in Italy. The sidewalks were made of cobblestone and the aroma of the coffee invaded my nostrils before I even got to the door. Inside, the overhead lights were dimmed and string lights were strung along the ceiling. There were so many choices of coffees and teas to choose from that it took four chalk boards to list them all. There were tables sporadically placed throughout the cafe, each with black linen table cloths, and mini pumpkin centerpieces. I felt like I was being watched from the moment I stepped foot into the place, but I chose to ignore it. I ordered my usual and sat down at a table by a window with the view of the ocean.

“Gorgeous, isn’t it?” A deep voice asked.

I turned around only to find the most handsome man I had ever laid eyes on standing before me. He had grayish blue eyes, dark, curly hair, and a smile that stretched from ear to ear. He had broad shoulders and olive skin, and I realized I had been staring far longer than I should. I cleared my throat and replied. “Yes, it is.”

He smiled sweetly and gestured to the empty seat in front of me. “Do you mind?”

“Not at all.” I smiled back.

We sat there for hours just talking, and I learned his name is Neil, and that he’s an architect. The funny thing is he lives only minutes from me back in Maryland, and he is in Maine visiting family. Apparently, they have a big Halloween party every year, and the whole family comes together to carve pumpkins, and his grandmother makes lobster rolls. I told him that I work for a non-profit agency, but also loved to write and hoped to publish a novel one day. We spent the rest of the day visiting the local shops and walking along the beach. We went to a farmers market and bought fresh produce and had a picnic lunch. He walked me home and we made plans to see each other tonight.

I proceeded to talk about Neil to Melissa and I invited her and Adam out with us tonight, as we were going to a pub that Adam was interested in seeing, and Neil had expressed interest in meeting my friends.

At the bar the four of us chatted about our lives, interests, and our love of Maine. Neil kept cracking jokes and making everyone laugh, which just made me fall harder for him than I already had. I love a man with a good sense of humor. The band came onto the stage and they were amazing. Melissa and I stood up and started dancing, while Neil and Adam sat at the table nursing their beers.

“I like him.” Melissa commented as she spun me around on the dance floor.

“Me too,” I replied as I repeated the motion she had just done with me. We giggled like teenage girls, and I could literally feel any remaining pent up stress leave my body.

Neil walked up to the band and whispered something to the lead singer. He then walked over to me and grabbed my hand. The band started to play “Gravity” by John Mayer.

“I thought this was fitting.” Neil whispered into my ear as we started to dance.

“Very.” I replied with a smile.

Neil smelled of sandalwood and a spice I couldn’t quite put my finger on, but his scent was intoxicating. He spun me around and dipped me, and just when I thought he couldn’t be any more perfect, he proved me wrong with his amazing dance skills.

The four of us spent the rest of the night, chatting, dancing, and laughing harder than we had in months.

I fell asleep that night with a smile on my face and Neil in my thoughts.

Note:  I claim all content as my own personal work. Any & all rights belong solely to Kristian L. Cosner Weigman
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Thank you Mondays #3

Every Friday Jimmy Fallon writes ‘thank you” notes to random people or places. I have decided to take a spin on that, only my “thank you” notes will be sincere because I don’t nearly say thank you enough to the people in my life, and I will also do “Thank you Monday’s”, so I can start my week off on a positive note! My third “thank you” is to my cousin/sister, Caitlyn.

Dear Caitlyn,

First of all I want to thank you for welcoming me into your family with open arms. I thank God every day for bringing you into my life. Thank you for always being there for me, whether it’s a listening ear, my vote of confidence, or giving me a laugh, you always seem to know just what I need, and when I need it! Thank you for being the sweet, loving, forgiving, kindhearted, God-loving woman that you are, and for being a great cousin/sister to Neil and I. Thank you for all of the memories we’ve shared. I cherish them all! And most of all, thank you for being the little sister I never had! I hope you know just how much I love you, and that I am always here for you, no matter what.

Lots of love,


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Writing Prompt #4, Short Story, Fiction

Custom Bride

I sat in the dark corner of the book store, watching her as she moved gracefully; her long fingers stroked the bindings of each book until she stopped on the one she had been looking for. She took it off the shelf and inhaled deeply taking in the musty smell of the old classic. Never in my life had I ever been so envious of an inanimate object. She smiled sweetly, as if she had found a long lost friend, maybe she had. She opened the book and her fingers gently brushed over the pages, re-familiarizing herself with the words that she obviously missed. I watched as her long legs carried her over to the table next to mine. She crossed her left leg over her right one and I couldn’t help but let my eyes wander over her body. Her dark, curly hair lay over her shoulders, and her blue eyes shone brightly as they scanned over the pages in the book. Her navy blue dress hugged her tightly, and stopped right at her knee. She donned matching high heels, making her appear like one of the characters coming from the old, classic novel she was reading. She was so immersed in the book that she didn’t notice my staring. I couldn’t stop staring at this beautiful woman. She was mesmerizing, and her passion for reading only heightened her beauty, and as the minutes kept passing I found myself becoming more intrigued, and I didn’t even know her name.

“Excuse me.” I said to the woman. She looked up from her book and as her eyes made contact with mine I felt my chest tighten. “May I join you?”

“You may,” she said sweetly, as she gestured to the empty seat in front of her. I thought she was beautiful before, her smile made her even more stunning.

“Can I get you a cup of coffee?” I asked.

“Oh, that would be lovely, a caramel macchiato please.”

I set her cup of coffee on the table, and I extended my hand. “I’m Stephen.”


A beautiful name for a beautiful face, I thought to myself. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” I said as I kissed the back of her hand.

She giggled and I thought my heart would burst right through my chest. We talked for hours and the more I learned about this amazing woman the more and more interested I became. I took her out to dinner at a lovely hill top restaurant with a spectacular view of the sunset. Charlotte was in awe, and I in turn was in awe of her.

She was hesitant at first, but I talked her into coming into my home for a glass of wine. her being taken with medieval culture, and I with my charming abilities was able to lure her in to my home that has been remodeled from pieces of a castle nestled in the Carpathian Mountains.

I couldn’t wait to sink my teeth into her throat and make her my bride.

Note:  I claim all content as my own personal work. Any & all rights belong solely to Kristian L. Cosner Weigman


Writing Prompt:

Write a Short Story from the Villain’s point of view, but don’t reveal that it’s a villain until the end.

What do you guys think? Should I keep writing more short stories?

Love & life lessons,


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Writing Prompt #3, Short Story, Fiction

The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson

A Study in Suicides, Part 2:

“Good morning, Dr. Valentine. We’re here to ask you a few questions about Shelly Briggs.” Lestrade said as we entered the psychiatrist’s office. I am Detective Lestrade, this is Detective Holmes and his assistant, Ms. Watson.

“Hello.” Dr. Valentine’s voice bellowed as he licked his lips subconsciously while looking me up and down. “Please, call me Brad,”

Sensing my discomfort Sherlock placed his large hand on the small of my back and cleared his throat to get the psychiatrist’s attention on him.

“What would you like to know about Ms. Briggs’? Is she in trouble?” Brad asked as he looked between Detective Lestrade and Sherlock.

“She’s dead.” Sherlock said bluntly. “The police have labeled it a suicide, but I have cause to believe she was murdered.”

“That’s terrible.” Brad stated, “She had anxiety and depression, and also suffered from PTSD that was brought on from the abuse she endured as a child. She was also in an abusive relationship, so I wouldn’t be surprised if she took her own life.”

“Who was her boyfriend?” Lestrade asked.

“Sorry, that’s confidential.”

“Alright, well what else can you tell us?’ Sherlock asked as he continued to keep his hand on the small of my back.

“She had fallen on some pretty hard times. She was laid off from her job. She was an electronic engineer at Baltimore Electronics on Richie Highway, and she also lost custody of her daughter, both due to extensive drug use.”

“What kind of drugs?” Sherlock asked.

“She was addicted to heroin. Look, as I mentioned before, I really wouldn’t be surprised if the poor girl committed suicide. Her life was a mess, she was a mess, and she kept telling me she had no way out. I had started scheduling our meetings for twice a week.”

“If you thought she was suicidal, why didn’t you put her in an institution where she could be monitored?” Lestrade asked.

“I suggested it numerous times, but she refused. I couldn’t force her.”

“Right, well here’s my card.” Lestrade replied. “If you think of anything else please give me a call.”

“Sure thing.” Brad replied. As we were walking out of the room Brad grabbed my elbow and jerked me towards him. “Have dinner with me.” He demanded.

“No.” I replied simply while looping my arm through Sherlock’s.

When Brad didn’t let go of my elbow, Sherlock towered over him and lowered his already deep voice an octave, “The lady said she’s not interested. I suggest you let go of her arm.” Sherlock growled.

“Or what?” Brad asked as he puffed out his chest trying to make himself look more intimidating than Sherlock.

“Believe me, you don’t want to find out.” With that Sherlock placed my arm back through his and we walked out of the office.

“Are you okay?” He asked me.

“I’m fine. Thank you.”

“Listen, that guys a creep, but I don’t think he’s our murderer.” Sherlock said to both myself and Lestrade. “He’s wrong about the heroin though.”

“How do you know?” Lestrade asked.

Sherlock rubbed the back of his neck, and this time I sensed his discomfort. I placed my hand on his shoulder to comfort him. He gave me a sad smile. “I use from time to time, but it’s been a long time since my last high. Anyway, I’ve been around it. I searched every inch of Shelly’s body, and I can tell you with absolute certainty that there were no marks from the needle anywhere on her body, nor were there any bruises or any sign of her heroin use”

“Oh.” was all that Lestrade could say.

Sherlock’s eyes bored into mine, begging me not to judge him.

I was disappointed, but I showed him no emotion. I tried to give him the benefit of the doubt. I mean I have only known the guy for a couple of days now.

After questioning Shelly’s previous coworkers and boss we found that Shelly was living in a townhouse on Light Street with her boyfriend Charles. Here’s where it gets interesting though, the 4 previous suicides had also worked for Baltimore Electronics, and they were all women. Not all of them where engineers, some worked in finance & human resources as well. Sherlock and I looked at each other as we realized that all 5 of these suicides were connected.

Sherlock went to Charles’ home, he wasn’t there, so Sherlock broke in. He found nothing that led us to believe that he murdered Shelly or any of the other victims for that matter.

Sherlock and I spent the next week studying these 5 ladies and trying to see if they had any other connections other than Baltimore Electronics, we went back there and their coworkers mentioned that they had all dated abusive boyfriends, but when we pulled the autopsy reports no bruises were found on any of the victims bodies, just like Sherlock had noticed on Shelly’s body. Also, all 5 suicides were exactly the same, they were found on their beds with an empty pill bottle next to them, what’s also interesting is that all 5 victims had recently opened a joint savings account with their boyfriends and deposited a large sum of money. Sherlock and I did a little digging and with the exception of Charles, all of the boyfriends had also died. Sherlock was going out of his mind, he hated being confused. He was always one step ahead of the game and this time, we were both stumped.

It was now the 4th of July and I decided Sherlock and I needed a break.

“Come on Sherlock, you’re coming with me.” I said as I smoothed down my blue and white striped dress.

“Do I have to?”

“Yes. It will do you good to get your mind off of this case for a bit. Come on, it will be fun!”

“I really don’t see what’s so fun about celebrating the day we committed treason and separated from England.”

“Please?” I gave him the best sad look I could muster.

“Fine. I’ll go,” he sighed, “Just let me change.”

Sherlock and I arrived at Ashley’s party and much to my surprise she walked right up to Sherlock and gave him a hug. He stiffened at first and then he relaxed and hugged her back. “Thank you so much for the adorable baby blanket and the all expenses paid date night. Come, I’ll introduce you to my husband.”

I looked at Sherlock with wide eyes, I had no idea he had sent her a gift to try and make up for ruining the surprise. He smiled at me and winked as we walked away.

I noticed Amanda walking up to me, and I greeted her with a hug. “How are things going with Sherlock?” She asked.

“Well, we’re having a hard time putting the pieces together on these supposed suicides.”

“I wasn’t talking about the case.”

“Oh, well we have grown closer in the last week, but I refer to our friendship as bipolar.”

Amanda chuckled. “How so?”

“You’ve met him. One minute he’s complimenting my deduction skills and telling me I’m smarter than the average person, and in the next he’s telling me I need to be more observant and calling me an idiot. I swear I’m living with Jeckyll and Hyde! Speaking of which, I just found out he got Ashley a gift for ruining her surprise.”

“Yeah, I figured as much. He sent me one too.”

“Really? I had no idea.”

“Yeah, he got me a bouquet of tulips and some lemon truffles, along with a note that said I’ve never been very good with words, so I’ll leave you with this quote: To thine own self be true,and it must follow, as the night the day, though canst not then be false to any man.”

My eyes wandered to where Sherlock was standing as Amanda had told me what he had written to her. I realized that the famous detective would never cease to amaze me as I watched him interact with Ashley’s husband. I was so focused on the two men that I hadn’t noticed Ashley walk up to us.

“I could listen to them all day.” Ashley broke my concentration.

“Hmm?” I asked.

“Our men, mine with his Australian accent, and yours with his British one. I could listen to them talk for hours.”

“Except Sherlock is not my man.”

“Sure he isn’t.” Ashley giggled. “He’s was complaining that he didn’t want to come tonight. He said he hates holidays, crowds, and fireworks, but it made you happy, and perhaps you were right, you both needed a break.”

“It’s not like that. Sherlock and I are both married to our work, we work well together, but it’s nothing more than a friendship.”

“A bipolar friendship.” Amanda chimed in.

Sherlock came and sat next to me as we waited for the fireworks to begin. Ashley lived in a townhouse right behind the harbor, and her rooftop was the perfect place to watch the fireworks as they reflected in the water. We sat in silence as we watched the gorgeous colors blow up the night sky.

“That wasn’t a terrible experience, and as always, I don’t detest your company.” Sherlock said as we arrived back at 221 Baker Street.

Not sure how to respond to that, I smiled at him and wished him goodnight.

The next morning Sherlock came barging through my office door shouting my name. I rushed out, afraid that something bad had happened.

“What is it?” I asked.

“Charles’ body was found this morning, but this time there was a note.” Sherlock said far too excitedly as he shoved the note into my hands. It read:

To whomever finds this:

I killed those women. I had no choice, oh God, I had to. I stole the identities of 4 a;ready deceased men, and I got 4 women to fall in love with me and I killed them. I screwed up with Shelly, I fell in love with her. I revealed my true self to her, and when things got too deep I had to end both her life and my own. I’m sorry to disappoint you, Mr. Holmes.


“Well, now you have your murderer.”

“I certainly do!” Sherlock exclaimed as he pulled me out of the office, running as fast as he could.

“Wait, where are we going, why are you running?”


An hour later Sherlock and I watched as the police drove him away.

“How did you figure it out?” I asked.

“First of all, the last line in the note, sorry to disappoint you, Mr. Holmes. Clearly, it was someone who didn’t like me. Secondly, the handwriting. I saw the same handwriting in his appointment book that was on his desk. Mistake number two. Then I put two and two together. Dr. Valentine was working in collaboration with Charlie to collect the money from the savings accounts. Making the murders look like suicides, but Charlie did screw up and reveal his true identity to Shelly, and Dr. Valentine did not want it to come out that he was in anyway connected to Charles, so he killed Charlie and tried to cover it up by making it look like a suicide.”

“Very impressive Mr. Holmes.”

Sherlock gave me his crooked smirk, popped the color of his button down shirt, and took my hand “Elementary, my dear Watson.”

Note:  I do not own Sherlock Holmes, all Sherlock related content is based off the works of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. I claim all other content as my own personal work. Any & all rights belong solely to Kristian L. Cosner Weigman


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