Heeeeeey folks!
In English Literature class we had to wrote a Gothic short story using a short story generator... So here's my story :)
It's not supposed to be serious, huh.
(I replaced John by Johanna, and Sherlock by Eurus.)
Eurus Holmes had always hated London's deserted streets, with their foggy little parks. It was a place where she felt panicky.
She was a deranged, starving for toffee bacon cookies, tea drinker with skinny and tall legs. Her friends saw her as a defiant demon. Once, she had even revived a dying toddler. That's the sort of woman she was.
Eurus walked over to the window and reflected on her urban surroundings.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Johanna Watson. Johanna was a violent angel with chubby belly and short legs.
Eurus gulped. She was not prepared for Johanna.
As Eurus stepped outside and Johanna came closer, she could see the smile on her face.
Johanna gazed with the affection of 1942 ravens. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want a kiss."
Eurus looked back, even more stressed by Johanna's greasy hair. "Johanna, use some shampoo." she replied.
They looked at each other with desperate feelings, like two hurt hounds at a very sad birthday party, which had piano music playing in the background and two cold-blooded uncles yelling to the beat.
Eurus studied Johanna's chubby belly and short legs. Eventually, she took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," began Eurus in apologetic tones, "but I don't feel the same way, and I never will. I just don't love you Johanna."
Johanna looked afraid, her emotions raw like a bright, silver blade.
Eurus could actually hear Johanna's emotions shatter into a thousand pieces. Then the pale angel hurried away into the distance.
Not even a cup of tea would calm Eurus's nerves tonight.