I thought i was alone in the forest, but I wasn't. I am Sherlock Holmes, a detective and mystery solver. I had come to this forest looking for clues to a women's murder. It was winter so the odds of finding something were slim. It was dark and I was about to leave until I heard something. There was something or someone in the forest with me. It scared me. I don't know why it did, because i was always fearless. I never feared death. However it now paralyzed me, I didn't know what to do. Under normal circumstances i would know exactly what to do. The forest was supposed to be empty, not a soul except me. I guess i was wrong. For the first time in my hole life, I was wrong.
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Teen FictionJust some stories i write at a writers meeting i go to sometimes. I'm working on my writing so I can become better, feel free to give me promps to try and write.
