[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 ( Read more... )

[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.

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[Prompt from I Am Nova]Prompt from I'm Nova: 21) Drunk Inspector(s)

I enjoy parties and the Scotland Yarders are excellent company at this time of year. It was for these reasons that I permitted myself to be persuaded to attend their Christmas celebrations and cajoled Holmes into accompanying me.

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[Prompt from CJNWriter]From cjnwriter: Dec 20: A seriously injured Holmes shows up at Watson and Mary's house on Christmas EveI had just completed my patients' visits and returned to my home to discover that the tree that I had selected earlier in the day had been delivered in my absence. Mary and the servants had set it up in our parlor between the armchairs in front of ( Read more... )

[Prompt from Book girl fan]From Book girl fan: 19: Brotherly affection at Christmastime.I am not indifferent to Christmas, but I am not as sentimental as my Boswell. He is always cheerful at this time of year and he enjoys shopping for gifts and decorating a tree ( Read more... )

[Prompt from Hades Lord of the Dead]From Hades Lord of the Dead: Fortune teller

My career has caused me to assume many guises and I have frequently amazed my Watson. I believe that the disguise that I am shrouded in now would astound him but most likely not meet with his approval. Well, needs must and I do not need his approval.

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[Prompt from mrspencil and Ennui Enigma]From mrspencil and Ennui Enigma: 14/ Mrs Hudson is missingI was startled from a doze before the fire by my intimate friend Sherlock Holmes, who was bellowing at the top of his voice on the landing ( Read more... )

A birthday present for my friend, I'm Nova. Many happy returns, my dear!I was becoming increasingly worried. Holmes had apparently disappeared without a trace - which, despite being far from unusual, never fails to fill me with dread. Besides, even after the heat of Afghanistan, I was sweltering in the oppressive, humid July heat and I feared that ( Read more... )

I hope that you had a wicked Hallowe'en.  I apologise for this entry being a day late.

I do not believe in ghosts. I have no reason to - my work relies on science and logic and I prefer not to contemplate the possibility of there being things worse than the foulest human beings walking this planet. Had it even crossed my mind that this case could be ( Read more... )

I shivered in my saddle and allowed my mount to slow its pace. The snow that had been falling lightly when Holmes and I had left the inn in search of further data for my companion's case (though what even Sherlock Holmes could find on that bleak, snow-coated moor in such conditions I could not imagine) had become a disorientating, vision-reducing ( Read more... )