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---Watson--- I smelled the body before I saw it. Sherlock all but ran to the sight, following distinct footprints in the snow. He was murmuring to himself unintelligibly. Occasionally, I caught a "no" or a "-when I-" but nothing sounded particularly unusual until he came to a halt and silence fell. The body of a woman lay behind a mattress, which had been leaned against the brick side of a suburban bridge. "What's wrong, Sherlock?" I asked, covering my nose with my coat's sleeve. "This is impossible," was his only reply. A man in an officer's outfit approached the scene by way of a previously cleared path, which also contained Sherlock'

Author's note: for an English progect in school. I chose to write an epilogue for Harper Lee's To Kill A Mockingbird. Enjoy! The day began just as normally as any other day would for me. Wake up, eat a light breakfast, acquire the paper, and read it out on the front porch. Atticus slowly emerged from the house this morning to sit next to me. I was nineteen, but I still loved reading the paper with him, just as I had when I was six. People would wave and wish me a good day as they walked past the house, heading into town. It seemed like the entire town was up and about on that one day. I had a permanent smile on my face. The air tasted fre

A cat walks down the darks alley and rain begins to fall. One of the worst times for someone to be outside if they are without a reflection is when it rains. Reflective surfaces lay in every puddle and shop window. Matt walks down the alley anyway. The cat turns around and complains at him. Why is it wet? the cat seems to ask. Why does it have to be so rainy? Matt pets the cat on the back out of sympathy and continues walking. Animals can sense people and reflections, which is why cats and dogs get excited when they see their reflection in a mirror. Cats like Matt in particular, probably because he likes them. Dogs don't cross his path as of