by akvar02 » Thu Sep 12, 2013 1:25 pm
Emily wasn't amused. (Profile on page 11, please refer to it!) She walked the deserted streets of the town and felt empty. It wasn't an unusual feeling to her, yet this time, there was a strange longing for home. She'd felt it once or twice in her cell back at the madhouse. That feeling of want for her mother's hand caressing her once well-kept hair, her father's soft but firm voice by the fireplace reading a new and exciting case from Sherlock's adventures. But what she missed most of all, was her little brother's head in her lap when he lay down, his hand holding hers as he cradled against her stomach.
Her eyes fluttered, keeping back the tears. "No use in crying over something you can never have, Emily." she told herself in her crisp British accent and low voice. She then spotted the two new children in the slaughter house.
Cursive is always prettier, I always say!
except when you don't know how to do it on this program... :'(