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.
WHAT ELSE?
Don't worry if you miss a week! You don't have to commit to this challenge and are welcome to drop in and out. You can also go back and write a late response anytime.
You may post more than one response to a single week's prompt.
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: Teen and Up Audiences Notes/Warnings: im rlly dumping my angst on this poor fella :( I'm sorry Holmes Word count: 182 (I wanted to do a 221b but didn't wanna force the word count higher)
Disoriented in a whirlwind. What could only be described as a hurricane tore through the plains, leaving what remained confused and obsolete. He occupied a layer above an icy sky, a dream that was only imagined to the rest of the world. It might have been pleasant, like he was floating, if the shocking pain would stop. He felt like he was gritting his teeth, but couldn't be sure. His mouth was terribly bitter and anywhere he tried to look was bright and dark altogether. On every side, it was as if wind could not cease its petrified howling, begging for release and calm as much as Holmes did.
And some kind of voice would ring out, break through the hauntings and make contact. It was as if a light from higher than the heavens was guiding him through the snowstorm that could not stop its invariable enraged and confused lamentations. Was it his fault?
The voice grew louder, and a tinge of its desperation filled him with a sense of calm.
Characters: House, Foreman, Chase, Cameron Fandom: House MD Rating: G Notes/Warnings: non-graphic medical discussion, but also don't google what carbuncles look like they're gross Word count: 100 Link:muffled massive attack's teardrop playing in the distance
"So the patient swallowed the gemstone," begins Cameron, tentative, "which... has to do with the abscess how?"
"Nothing," Chase interjects, "the abscess and the jewel are completely unrelated."
"Not entirely." Foreman, brow furrowed, glances between them both. "Mr. Gosling, believing the blue gem to be-- a crystal with healing properties? Am I getting this right?"
At the head of the table, House shrugs.
"Right. Anyway. He swallowed it, believing it'd cure the infection--"
"Earning himself nothing but a big expensive rock down the gullet and a still unaddressed immune disorder." House, impassive, twirls his cane. "Also, aren't garnets red? Weird."
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Fandom: Rathbone films
Rating: G
Notes/Warnings: n/a
Word count: 221
Link: here
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Characters: Sherlock Holmes & John Watson
Fandom: ACD Canon
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences
Notes/Warnings: im rlly dumping my angst on this poor fella :( I'm sorry Holmes
Word count: 182 (I wanted to do a 221b but didn't wanna force the word count higher)
Disoriented in a whirlwind. What could only be described as a hurricane tore through the plains, leaving what remained confused and obsolete. He occupied a layer above an icy sky, a dream that was only imagined to the rest of the world. It might have been pleasant, like he was floating, if the shocking pain would stop. He felt like he was gritting his teeth, but couldn't be sure. His mouth was terribly bitter and anywhere he tried to look was bright and dark altogether. On every side, it was as if wind could not cease its petrified howling, begging for release and calm as much as Holmes did.
And some kind of voice would ring out, break through the hauntings and make contact. It was as if a light from higher than the heavens was guiding him through the snowstorm that could not stop its invariable enraged and confused lamentations. Was it his fault?
The voice grew louder, and a tinge of its desperation filled him with a sense of calm.
He gazed into the eyes opposite him.
They were blue.
no subject
Fandom: ACD Holmes
Rating: Gen
Notes/Warnings: None
Word count: 117
Link: here
no subject
Fandom: House MD
Rating: G
Notes/Warnings: non-graphic medical discussion, but also don't google what carbuncles look like they're gross
Word count: 100
Link: muffled massive attack's teardrop playing in the distance
"So the patient swallowed the gemstone," begins Cameron, tentative, "which... has to do with the abscess how?"
"Nothing," Chase interjects, "the abscess and the jewel are completely unrelated."
"Not entirely." Foreman, brow furrowed, glances between them both. "Mr. Gosling, believing the blue gem to be-- a crystal with healing properties? Am I getting this right?"
At the head of the table, House shrugs.
"Right. Anyway. He swallowed it, believing it'd cure the infection--"
"Earning himself nothing but a big expensive rock down the gullet and a still unaddressed immune disorder." House, impassive, twirls his cane. "Also, aren't garnets red? Weird."