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[sticky post] Monthly Prompt: February

The prompt for this month is:


This could be a Valentine’s Day card, of course. It could be a reference to playing cards, visiting cards, postcards, or simply cardboard itself. It could even be a reference to a person: ‘Oh, he’s a card!’ The Online Etymological Dictionary gives this information: Application to clever or original persons (1836, originally with an adjective, as in 'smart card') is from the playing-card sense…

As always, you needn’t use the prompt if you don’t wish to. Once you’re a member, you can post what and when you want—as long as you keep to the 500 words or less wordcount and the ACD Holmes ‘verse. AUs, crossovers and fusions are all permitted, as long as the characters remain essentially recognisable as the original ACD versions.

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Title: And Worketh Willingly With Her Hands
Author: gardnerhill
Form/Wordcount: 221b
Rating: G

Warning: None
Summary: No one pulls the wool over Holmes’ eyes.
Author's Notes: For the February 2017 Holmes Minor Monthly Prompt, “card.”

Hiding a gem in a goose was a foolhardy move, and the mark of a desperate man. So also was the frantic embedding of a priceless pearl in a wet plaster bust. So the loss of a wool-broker’s wedding ring was no great leap to deduce.

“It’s in here,” Holmes said, looking around the shed at the bales of raw wool that surrounded us. “The solution is not quick, but it is absurdly simple.”

So at Holmes’ instruction the bereaved woman hired a score of wool-carders and set them to work, paying them in wages the sum she’d first tearfully offered to my friend. Back and forth they worked, taking lumps of the white and grey and black fleece and scraping them between the multi-toothed paddles, combing them straight and freeing them from small stones and lumps of dirt and bits of twig and bark. For nine hours a day they worked, carding fleece.

On the third day one of the girls shouted in triumph, tossed down her card, and held up a glint of gold. The case was solved.

Holmes took no money for such an elementary solution.  But the woolen muffler the client sent him – all in bands of white and shades of grey that complimented his eyes – kept Holmes’ neck well-wrapped for many winters, and looked very becoming.

Fic: Play Them as They Lay: Teen

Title: Play Them as They Lay
Rating: Teen
Length: 500
Content Notes & Warnings: pre-canon, references to suicide, tarot cards.
Summary: As Watson spends such money as he has considerably more freely than he ought, he meets a grey-eyed fortune teller.
Author's Note: I put on my best Watson aura and used an online tarot reading service and got three cards. I used the parts of the interpretation which best fit the story. For the monthly prompt: card.

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Fic: When in Venice: G

Title: When in Venice
Rating: G
Length: 221
Summary: Holmes & Watson swimming in a flooded Piazza San Marco (Venice).
Author's Note: At getyourwordsout
I was given this photo prompt of a couple swimming in a flooded Piazza San Marco in Venice. I had 30 minutes to write and I had to limit myself to telling the story in the photo (which was the most difficult part).

“Watson, our Venetian holiday has certainly taken a singular turn,” remarked Holmes as he emerged, hair flattened to his head. He stood, revealing a pallid, thin chest. The thinness and the pallor were, of course, part of what had brought us here.

A murky wave slapped my face like the rattle of an unruly infant. The water was that drab olive-brown colour that water always is when is exists in large quantities where it should not be. And in this case, it should definitely not have risen to the level of concealing my bare chest in the Piazza San Marco.

The water—and the air—were curiously warm. In England, such an overcast day would have had us layering wools, not stripping to our drawers and practicing our backstroke in ‘the drawing room of Europe.’

The grand basilica rose behind us, grey stone arch stacked within grey stone arch like nesting dolls. Above, bells tolled its grandeur while below, amongst us fishes, the intruding army of lapping water continued its occupation.

I cast aside my concerns about the effect that the turbid stream was having on my coiffure and simply enjoyed the surreal—and singular, as Holmes described it—experience. I suspected Holmes was far more keen that his head not be used as a perch for pigeons or sea birds

Fic: Valentine's Day: PG

Title: Valentine's Day
Form/Wordcount: 379
Characters/Pairings: Dr John Watson, Mr Sherlock Holmes, Mrs Hudson
Rating: PG
Warnings/Content: Broom cupboard 'verse on Valentine's Day

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Fic: Mrs. Hudson's Valentine: G

Title: Mrs. Hudson's Valentine
Rating: G
Length: 221B
Summary: Mrs. Hudson's Valentine's Day is everything she dreamed of.
Author's Note: Greenaway's Language of Flowers gives 'patience' as the meaning of the ox-eye, which is an American daisy, white with yellow centre. Also, for those who don't want to click on the link. One Night Cough Syrup contains morphine, cannabis, alcohol, and chloroform. So pretty good for a cough :) For the monthly prompt: card.

Mrs. Hudson coughed.

“I can’t rest, Doctor Watson. Bessie’s worse than I am. I had to send her home. There’s the washing-up from breakfast and lunch; there’s curtains to replace, and the fire brigade’s so wonderful but they do track in so much mud!”

“At least take some medicine.”  

“I’ve no taste for brandy, sir.”

He held up a spoon and a bottle. “One Night Cough Syrup.”


The light trickling into Mrs. Hudson’s room was much brighter than morning-light.

She sat up.


A bouquet of white-and-yellow daisies and a card sat on the bedside table.

“’For our most beloved on the day of love,’” she read. “No! That would mean I’ve missed a whole day!” She jumped out of bed, threw on her dressing gown, and ran to the kitchen.

And gasped.

It was clean, every pot and pan, scrubbed and shining.


“Gentlemen! Oh, heavens!”

Her skin warmed; she dropped her head, catching sight of the stairs.

The mud was gone.

“And the curtains are replaced as well,” said Doctor Watson.

“And once you dress, you and your sister will be escorted to Simpson’s for lunch,” said Mister Holmes.

“And we will be taking care of ourselves.”

“And not destroying anything for the rest of the day.”

She beamed. “And my cough is so much better!”

Fic: Card: G

Title: Card
Rating: G
Length: 100
Content: Humour. Innuendo. Holmes/Watson
Summary: First times are always tricky.
Author's Note: a joke from vulgarweed
's Tumblr (here) too fitting for the February prompt (card) to resist

“I observe that you are disappointed in my performance thus far, Watson.”
“No, Holmes, not disappointed at all! As I said, first times are always, well, a bit tricky.”
“I could not agree more. You also stated that your experience in these matters extended over many nations and three separate continents.”
“Yes, but when I made that statement you replied you were a magician in the bedroom.”
“So I am. Now, for once and for all, is this, the King of Hearts, your card?”
“By Jove, it is!”
“Wonderful, now let’s us proceed to your portion of the evening’s programme.”

Poem: Mystery Card

Rating: general
Word count: just under 200
Response to February monthly prompt, written earlier
Hiatus setting

Mystery Card

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Poem: Fan Male

A response to the monthly prompt: Card....written earlier.
I may have portrayed the writer as a teensy bit out of character, but my version of canon has him as a fan of this author, I cannot remember why.
Author: debriswoman
Rating: general

Fan Male

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Title: Resolute
Author: gardnerhill
Form/Wordcount: 438
Characters/Pairings: Sherlock Holmes & John Watson
Rating: G
Warnings/Content:  None.
Summary: The word has several meanings.
Author’s Notes: For the Holmes Minor January 2017 prompt: Resolution. An expansion of a paragraph in this December 2016 offering.

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