Young Writers Society

You meet the famous detective Sherlock Holmes in person and he's so enchanted with you that he invites you to stay at his house, and low and behold, his trusty pal Watson is mysteriously murdered during the night. Suspicion falls on you, but you know you are innocent.
What do you do?


Rules
.NO swear words
.NO indications towards sex, pornography, or memes please
.NO jokes about serious subjects such as death, heartache or suffering, life, or another person.

.Please write in past tense.
.Please write using either first or third prospective.
.If someone has different religious believes then you please be respectful of that
.Violence is okay by me, but I do have restrictions. Please PM me about those restrictions before posting violent content.

Have fun solving the crime!

Jasper never expected to run into The Sherlock Holmes when she left work late one morning. The distance is approximately 2 blocks from the small bakery she worked in to the small apartment she shared with a lonesome widow. The collision took place about a block away from the bakery. Jasper's tired feet dragged her towards the apartment, with no clear attention being paid to the path ahead of her. The slightly elevated brick was the ultimate undoing for the young woman.

A startled yelp escaped Jasper with the sudden imbalance in her movement. Her foot had not moved over the brick correctly, and now threatened to send her tumbling to the ground. She had yet to notice the male who was keeping a brisk pace in the opposite direction. The male diverts from his path without much reaction, stabilizing Jasper without so much as word. Sherlock introduced himself to Jasper, who's eyes gleam with excitement at the realization that she was speaking with the amazing detective.

Jasper's awe did not fade after Sherlock invited her to join him at his home for dinner. She had agreed without a second thought. There was an intense look to her as she looked around the home of Sherlock's. She was just as happy to meet John Watson as well. When she retired to the guest bedroom for the night, Jasper was practically buzzing with happiness. It took what had felt like ages for her to drift off.

Waking had been much easier, she had sat up right instantly, her heart pounded in sync with the heavy pound of a fist on the bedroom door. Answering the knocking startled her even more. Sherlock's judging gaze bore into her. Watson was dead. Fear coursed her body. It was clear that Sherlock suspected her, but she was positive that she had not left the room. She just couldn't understand how she could possibly explain this to the detective.




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I hope this is okay! I was not sure how to go about writing this. I'm sorry in advance if this comes out sloppy-

-Enthusiast