Holmes fic: Mary Sue
Title: Mary Sue
Universe: ACD canon
Rating: G
Wordcount: 150
Characters: Watson, Holmes
Summary: Holmes receives an unusual message in the post.
A/N: Written for watsons_woes July Writing Prompt #28: Bad, Bad, oh so Bad! Whether it's bad art, bad fiction, or just plain awful, let the badness inspire you in some way today. Take a bad song and make it better, or make it so bad it's good? It's up to you!
"What do you make of this?"
I accepted the sheaf of papers thrust at me. The handwriting was exceedingly elaborate, almost to the point of unreadability; the author was female, for no man would swirl his strokes in such a fashion. The unsigned message consisted of a story of an unbelievably attractive woman whose charms and intelligence immediately caused Holmes to become infatuated with her. Whether the fictional relationship led to matrimony was more than I could say, for I could not bring myself to read past the first page.
"The prose is even more florid than the handwriting," I commented in disbelief. "Who sent this?"
"An educated, if rather young, woman wishing to conceal her identity. There is no name on the envelope, either."
"But with what purpose?"
"I had hoped you could tell me. Both fiction and the fairer sex lie within your realm of expertise, not mine."
Universe: ACD canon
Rating: G
Wordcount: 150
Characters: Watson, Holmes
Summary: Holmes receives an unusual message in the post.
A/N: Written for watsons_woes July Writing Prompt #28: Bad, Bad, oh so Bad! Whether it's bad art, bad fiction, or just plain awful, let the badness inspire you in some way today. Take a bad song and make it better, or make it so bad it's good? It's up to you!
"What do you make of this?"
I accepted the sheaf of papers thrust at me. The handwriting was exceedingly elaborate, almost to the point of unreadability; the author was female, for no man would swirl his strokes in such a fashion. The unsigned message consisted of a story of an unbelievably attractive woman whose charms and intelligence immediately caused Holmes to become infatuated with her. Whether the fictional relationship led to matrimony was more than I could say, for I could not bring myself to read past the first page.
"The prose is even more florid than the handwriting," I commented in disbelief. "Who sent this?"
"An educated, if rather young, woman wishing to conceal her identity. There is no name on the envelope, either."
"But with what purpose?"
"I had hoped you could tell me. Both fiction and the fairer sex lie within your realm of expertise, not mine."