A Log
Break. The monotonous form of most literary components within modern day composition bores me to tears. I simply cannot bear it any longer. I’ve sat up on many…
As a Planet to the Sun
Before the door finished shutting, I was already running back up the stairs. By the time I reached the great detective, I was out of breath and sagged against…
The Envelope
He pulled at his beige trench coat collar. He didn’t like the wind. He didn’t like that it messed up his ironed dress shirt and expensive haircut. Sure, he…
Looking for Mr. Rick
Smoke swirled in the dim cafe. German song battled with French in a clash of notes and lyrics that made Holmes’ head spin. Barbarians. It got louder and louder…
Sherlock Holmes and the Temple of Doom
Sherlock whipped out his glasses, thy were dirty. “Dammit,”he swore,”Watson! Get over here!” Watson waddled to Mr. Holmes. Watson was small, about 5’2”, asian…