Every Monday, I will post a prompt. You have until the following Monday to write and reply to this post with a 100-200 word fic inspired by the prompt. All Sherlock Holmes (& adjacent) fandoms are welcome!
For an extra challenge, try to hit exactly 100 words, or write a 221B drabble.
You can reply with the full text of the drabble, or link out to another site like Ao3, Tumblr, your personal DW, etc. Feel free to post completed works to our Ao3 collection!
Fics posted to the main challenge must be SFW; you must link out if your response is NSFW. Please warn for content where appropriate.
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If you're inspired to continue your drabbles, you're welcome to connect multiple challenge responses to each other, or expand on your fics outside of the challenge.
Characters: Sherlock Holmes & John Watson Fandom: ACD canon Rating: General Audiences Notes/Warnings: I loved beamkatanachronicles's drabble, and I was already feeling in the nocturnal mood :) I wanted to write something similar. Word Count: 157
Legs pressed against his chest, the arms curled around either side, Holmes dwelled in the distantly acquainted armchair. The hazily remembered fire had long gone out, and its absence seemed only to amplify the black and depthless night that engulfed the sitting-room, as if it were the only place on Earth.
Today had given him a lot to think about.
His mind flowed like a river. Several thoughts would come passing through at any given time. Sometimes, Holmes would catch them, write them down, and see them through. Other times, he’d let them pass and find another to hinge on. His eyelids were pressed shut, wrapped wholly within his own dark attic.
He started at the press to his shoulder, eyes flying open to meet another’s – blue and vibrant. The good doctor sighed and came to rest beside him. A whole new slew of thoughts came gushing through when an arm curled over and squeezed his shoulder.
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Characters: Sherlock Holmes & John Watson
Fandom: ACD canon
Rating: General Audiences
Notes/Warnings: I loved beamkatanachronicles's drabble, and I was already feeling in the nocturnal mood :) I wanted to write something similar.
Word Count: 157
Legs pressed against his chest, the arms curled around either side, Holmes dwelled in the distantly acquainted armchair. The hazily remembered fire had long gone out, and its absence seemed only to amplify the black and depthless night that engulfed the sitting-room, as if it were the only place on Earth.
Today had given him a lot to think about.
His mind flowed like a river. Several thoughts would come passing through at any given time. Sometimes, Holmes would catch them, write them down, and see them through. Other times, he’d let them pass and find another to hinge on. His eyelids were pressed shut, wrapped wholly within his own dark attic.
He started at the press to his shoulder, eyes flying open to meet another’s – blue and vibrant. The good doctor sighed and came to rest beside him. A whole new slew of thoughts came gushing through when an arm curled over and squeezed his shoulder.
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