ShelbyGraceDrake

Mr. Claus, What I really, really, really, REALLY want for Christmas is my friend, John Watson, to be happy. You see, not too long ago, my father had to jump off a roof in order to protect me, Dr. Watson and everyone else he cares about. Dr. Watson has been really sad lately, and all I want is for Dad to return and tell him that everything will be alright. That'll be the very best Christmas ever! From, Clover Holmes, age 7

NOTE: Please view the description for details on the contest ___ "Please, Clover," Emily hissed as she shifted in the tight space she and Clover had been cramped into for cover, "tell me you have a plan." "Of course, I have a plan," Clover's eyes continued to dart about, tracing the area they were trapped in, "I always have a plan. The plan... is to do nothing." Granted, Clover had always had astonishing ideas to get out of tight situations (literally, a tight situation, in this case), but this was absolutely and utterly a ridicule! Clover's bizarre plan caused Emily's jaw to drop. She stared at Clover, completely disoriented. Aloof, Emil

... Mycroft grinned a little at this, his air climaxing to pure sadism and the bottomless, inescapable Hell that is sociopathy, psychosis and insanity. His irises turned as dark as the night that shone through the window; alas! It was not long until this very darkness enveloped the white in his very eyes. The sleuth [Sherlock Holmes] watched in fear as his sibling turned into a monstrous beast of sorts. The young detective's pipe toppled out of his mouth and hit the flooring, causing grounded tobacco to cover the hardwood. Holmes' eyes widened in fear as he slowly stepped back for the handle on the door. Mycroft's mouth gaped open at an inh

"Tribute Fraternal Figure" Written By: Shelby Mycroft (Dusty) Drake PLOT: Clover is bummed due to her father refusing to go to the annual Father-Daughter Dance at the Diogenes Club _________________________________________ Ext. - 221B, Baker Street CLOVER: *curled up on the sofa, blankly staring at the television* WATSON: *bounds into the flat, carrying a load of groceries* "Oh, hello, Clover." CLOVER: *slowly glances up at him, obviously crestfallen over something bothersome* "Good morrow, Doctor Watson." WATSON: *arches his brows and grimaces; carries the bags to the kitchen & places them on the counter; heads back into the den and

GOVERNOR:  Governor Style MERLE:  Governor Style GOVERNOR:  I've got an entire community but, girl, I don't even watch it MERLE:  In and out of different places, 'cause we're so fuckin' awesome GOVERNOR:  Bitch, it's finally the night, you know we gon' have a biter fight MERLE:  Check our conspicuous consumption GOVERNOR:  I got distinguished hair, and a group of boys that care for me like savoir faire. MERLE:  Kill for the Gov'ner like savoir faire. GOVERNOR:  I've got a fish tank for each of my many heirs MERLE:  Straight up past insane MARTINEZ:  Insaneness! GOVERNOR:  Extravagance!  That's me! MERLE:  Yeah, that's him! GOVERN

Musky air filled the room whilst the cadavers from Hell lurched about. The Governor practically dragged his daughter into a linen closet in order to keep her away from harm's way. Cali, of course, was far too traumatized to hold back the slightest of whimpers. She nestled into her father's side and hid her face in his shoulder. The Governor wrapped an arm around Cali and held her close as the heavy footsteps and smell of death neared closer and closer to the closet door. There was a loud shriek, which was soon followed by an abrupt thud and a heavy flow of blood that seeped into the closet. Cali jerked away from the blood as if the very touc