[Prompt from MadamzelleGiry]Prompt for the 6th of December From Madam'zelleGiry - "I don't know what London's coming to -the higher the buildings the lower the morals." ―Noël CowardI am almost knocked completely off of my feet by one of two swaying, cackling women as they shove past Holmes and I, having staggered from a thoroughly disreputable nearby public house. Having ( Read more... )

[Authors Note]Author's Note: This story is written in response to Stutley Constable's prompt: SLICK COBBLESTONES.The weather is perfectly foul and has been perfectly foul for more than a fortnight. Watson and I have been waiting for a cab to present itself for at least an hour when my biographer eventually persuades me to walk home with him. Poor Watson! He is ( Read more... )

She is, without the shadow of a doubt, the most winning woman that I have ever met. How her eyes shine - especially when she laughs and smiles. Her beauty is not merely skin deep, either; she has grace, poise, elegance and charm. She has nerve - a passion for adventure to equal mine - and, above all, she loves me ( Read more... )

I had become concerned for my dear friend, Sherlock Holmes, in mid-October. The weather was cold and wild, with dark, cloud-filled skies and driving rain and had been thus for weeks on end; like all great artists, my companion is easily impressed by his surroundings and was therefore depressed by the wretched weather. So it was that I arranged to ( Read more... )

I do suggest that you read chapters one, two and three of One Wish before you read this; just so that you have a rough idea of what to expect when you read the following.

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