She sighed happily, she rarely felt as content as this. Sitting in the dark with only her thoughts as company. Sure, most people might find this a boring way to spend the hours, but most people were idiots whose thoughts were so dull they’d sooner picture paint drying if they had the imaginative capacity.
Sherlock suddenly sat bolt upright, there was a scrabbling at the door. Only one thought crossed her mind, burglars! She jumped quietly from her chair and leaped across the room to the fireplace where her mes was keeping some letters in place. She grabbed the mes door the handle and ran...

The bright morning sun poured through the window awaking Sherlock slowly from a deep slumber. She yawned and slowly opened her eyes groaning as she saw the time on her alarm clock.
“10 am? That’s far too early.” She mumbled pulling the covers back over her head.

“Right that’s it. I’ve had quite enough of your snoozing!”
Sherlock awoke with a start at the sound of Watson’s voice.
“I don’t wanna” Sherlock mumbled trying to block out the sound of Watson tripping over all her contraptions on the way to her bed.
“I don’t care!” Watson zei as she reached Sherlock’s bed and...

Joanna sighed happily as she applied some perfume to the base of her neck. The perfume was new, he Great Aunt Libby had sent her it the other week and it had the loveliest spell she’d ever encountered. It was a mixture of rosewood and jasmijn and made her feel meer confident and powerful, ready for anything. All in all, it was perfect for her datum at the thee pallor with Mr Harrison- She shook her head slightly and smiled at having called him Mr Harrison in her head. His first name was Martin and he was a teacher, such a kind man with a little bit of a sense of humor too. The kind of man that...