A/N: I had these lying around for an extra credit assignment I had to do last year. Thought I'd post them just for fun. Reviews are always appreciated if you can(: Enjoy!
Dear Sherlock,
Where are you? This is ridiculous, me leaving notes on this headstone in the middle of nowhere. Honestly, the headstone isn't even nice. Well, it is, but I know that you'd be complaining about how it should be nicer. It's a stupid question: "Where are you?" You're dead. I saw you jump. I saw the people carry your body to hospital. I went to your funeral. I buried you. You're gone. So please just one more thing. Stop being dead.
I met this girl. Her name is Mary. She's blonde, not stupid, incredibly smart actually. Where did that come from? The notion that blondes are dumb. Who thought of that?
Mrs. Hudson won't come upstairs. She can't stand the sight of that empty leather chair. Your empty leather chair. It's collecting dust as we speak. You'd like to know that Anderson's gone mad. He keeps making up theories that you're still alive, and if you were, how you did it. They're anything but succinct as he drones on and on. Even Lestrade has lost his bravado. We're all falling apart without you. Where are you?
John