CrazyLittleThings21

Sherlock was standing alone in his apartment. Just watching people flash by down on the streets. John was out of town for a little while, visiting one of his cousins in Dublin, or he didn’t really listen so he could be anywhere. Sherlock reaching down, taking his violin and started to play one of his favorite melodies. Just wishing time would pass quicker. There was no case, no new murders. London had been awfully boring for a while now. He could have been standing there for hours just watching and playing. He now let his mind drove off into his imagination. Back on some of his earlier cases and some of the persons that were involved. M

Could anyone plaese tell me how to submit a Fanfiction, it the my first time! yeah i said it<3