Six Sherlock drabbles - gen
spikesgirl58 posted a six word challenge:
Six words - what can you make of them? You have up to 100 words and a week to figure that out. It can take the shape of a poem, prose, a drabble or even just a sentence - anything you want. Be silly, creative, but most importantly, have some fun! On Friday, we can post the results and see how we all did!
The words:
Doll
High
Civilization
Space
Error
Momentum
Naturally, I misunderstood and wrote a drabble for each instead of including all six words in one drabble.
So, underneath the cut are my six Sherlock drabbles. They're all gen and the first is horror.
Doll
Sherlock seemed - for the first time ever in John's experience - completely stumped.
"It's impossible for him to have been murdered in here - the room was sealed. It must be suicide!"
"I've never known anyone be able to rip out their own throat before," Lestrade said.
John looked at the doll in the corner. It had a rosy face and smiling blue eyes.
"Ask the doll," John said. "It knows."
"Don't be ridiculous, John -" Sherlock stopped as the doll smiled, showing small, pointy teeth.
"He deserved it," it whispered.
~~~~~
High
Sherlock sighed as he gathered up his paraphernalia and put it all into a box to hand over to Lestrade. He was going to miss his drugs but Lestrade had been adamant. Sherlock could have his drugs or he could have access to Lestrade's cases. It was his choice.
Drugs were awesome but solving cases was better and Sherlock got far higher off that than he ever had on drugs. It was really no contest. At least this way he'd get Mycroft off his back too.
~~~~~
Civilization
John gazed out of the window of his little bedsit. He was glad to be back in London but he was going to miss his regiment and his old life.
So, here he was: Out of the war zone and back in civilisation. Wonderful. The boredom was going to kill him.
~~~~~
Space
John looked around the tiny attic room that was his new bedroom. Sherlock had - naturally - claimed the bigger bedroom as his own, which left John with the upstairs room that allowed him enough space for a bed, a wardrobe, and a tall chest of drawers.
It was a good thing John was an ex-soldier and was used to living in cramped quarters and without many possessions. Sherlock's clothes would have filled this room twice over.
~~~~~
Error
The banging stopped and Mrs. Hudson gave a sigh of relief and went back to making dinner. She was very fond of Sherlock but the noises he made - to say nothing of the messes - were endless. At least he'd finished for now.
There was an even louder bang and the lights went out. Okay, maybe he hadn't.
~~~~~
Momentum
John checked the fridge, the freezer, the breadbin, and then every single cupboard. There were bodyparts everywhere.
He'd heard of the variation on Parkinson's Law about belongings expanding in order to fill all available space. It seemed Sherlock had his own law about bodyparts.
The end.
Six words - what can you make of them? You have up to 100 words and a week to figure that out. It can take the shape of a poem, prose, a drabble or even just a sentence - anything you want. Be silly, creative, but most importantly, have some fun! On Friday, we can post the results and see how we all did!
The words:
Doll
High
Civilization
Space
Error
Momentum
Naturally, I misunderstood and wrote a drabble for each instead of including all six words in one drabble.
So, underneath the cut are my six Sherlock drabbles. They're all gen and the first is horror.
Doll
Sherlock seemed - for the first time ever in John's experience - completely stumped.
"It's impossible for him to have been murdered in here - the room was sealed. It must be suicide!"
"I've never known anyone be able to rip out their own throat before," Lestrade said.
John looked at the doll in the corner. It had a rosy face and smiling blue eyes.
"Ask the doll," John said. "It knows."
"Don't be ridiculous, John -" Sherlock stopped as the doll smiled, showing small, pointy teeth.
"He deserved it," it whispered.
~~~~~
High
Sherlock sighed as he gathered up his paraphernalia and put it all into a box to hand over to Lestrade. He was going to miss his drugs but Lestrade had been adamant. Sherlock could have his drugs or he could have access to Lestrade's cases. It was his choice.
Drugs were awesome but solving cases was better and Sherlock got far higher off that than he ever had on drugs. It was really no contest. At least this way he'd get Mycroft off his back too.
~~~~~
Civilization
John gazed out of the window of his little bedsit. He was glad to be back in London but he was going to miss his regiment and his old life.
So, here he was: Out of the war zone and back in civilisation. Wonderful. The boredom was going to kill him.
~~~~~
Space
John looked around the tiny attic room that was his new bedroom. Sherlock had - naturally - claimed the bigger bedroom as his own, which left John with the upstairs room that allowed him enough space for a bed, a wardrobe, and a tall chest of drawers.
It was a good thing John was an ex-soldier and was used to living in cramped quarters and without many possessions. Sherlock's clothes would have filled this room twice over.
~~~~~
Error
The banging stopped and Mrs. Hudson gave a sigh of relief and went back to making dinner. She was very fond of Sherlock but the noises he made - to say nothing of the messes - were endless. At least he'd finished for now.
There was an even louder bang and the lights went out. Okay, maybe he hadn't.
~~~~~
Momentum
John checked the fridge, the freezer, the breadbin, and then every single cupboard. There were bodyparts everywhere.
He'd heard of the variation on Parkinson's Law about belongings expanding in order to fill all available space. It seemed Sherlock had his own law about bodyparts.
The end.