[Dedication]I dedicate this story to my friend I'm Nova for her help and encouragement with this one. Without it, I might never have written this, because I could come up with nothing new and she helped me to come at the prompt from a different angle. Many thanks my dear!Daylight had faded hours ago and the sky above me was
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I do not believe in ghosts. I am not sure what I am seeing, but this apparition cannot be a spirit. What could a spirit possibly want with me? I am a man of science, not a psychic!
[Prompt from Lucillia]From Lucillia: Dec 29. Surprise party.I am not quite sure why Lestrade and I thought that it would be a good idea. I suppose we were simply very glad to have Holmes back from the dead. In hindsight, it was not the best idea that either of us had ever had; it should have been obvious that it would take more than a three year long absence to cause
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[Prompt from MadamzelleGiry]From Madam'zelleGiry: Day 28: Christmas cookies are going missing.I opened the tin that should have contained the remaining two Christmas biscuits from the batch that Mrs. Hudson had given to myself and Holmes, only to find it empty. I was not amused and, as we had had no visitors that might otherwise have been blamed (not all of Holmes' Irregulars
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[Prompt from Spockologist]From Spockologist: 26. Watson and Mary sing Christmas carolsI awoke shivering in the dark to discover that I had fallen asleep on my settee, still fully clothed. I must have finally run out of energy as I worked upon the coded messages that I had been doing my utmost to unravel
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[Prompt from mrspencil and Ennui Enigma]From mrspencil and Ennui Enigma: 25. An unexpected Christmas holiday traditionI cannot remember the last time that I enjoyed a Christmas dinner - or even the last occasion upon which I partook of one. It was most certainly before I left school, a long time ago now
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[From Sparky Dorian]Prompt from Sparky Dorian: 23. A large, jolly, bearded man comes to Baker Street claiming to be Saint Nick. Could he be the real thing?It was about three o'clock on Christmas eve and Holmes and I had just returned home. I had somehow managed to persuade the fellow to join me for a spot of Christmas shopping, not that he had enjoyed it much. We had
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[Prompt from Galaxy1001D]Prompt from Galaxy1001D: Dec 22: Write a story where Watson and Mycroft force the constantly dieting Holmes to eat a hearty meal.
Author's Note: I am not sure that I would call it "dieting", exactly, but I shall do my best.
"I am not hungry."
I ran a hand across my weary face and turned to the elder Holmes for assistance.