The stars seemed unusually bright that night, he noticed. Why did they deserve to shine light and radiate joy? Why couldn't they be as dark and dim as the rest of the land?
Halt sighed. He couldn't remember a time when he'd felt so strange. Normally, by now, he'd either be asleep or yelling for Will to shut…
That was it- why he felt so strange.
Will was gone.
True, he'd lived alone in the forest for years. It should have been no problem ignoring his emotions, or even getting to sleep. But there was emptiness where Will used to be. The smallest things seemed to have a huge hole in them- Waking up, taking walks, practicing, even going to be
60 For 60:The Disappearance of Lady Frances Carfax by SCFrankles, literature
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60 For 60:The Disappearance of Lady Frances Carfax
TO: WATSON 221B BAKER STREET LONDON
PETERS AND FRASER NOT YET APPREHENDED STOP
HOWEVER NORTHERN CLIMATE APPEARS TO HAVE SHRUNK MY FEET STOP
DOCTOR PLEASE ADVISE+
HOLMES
TO: HOLMES GRAND HOTEL EDINBURGH
YOU SEE BUT YOU DO NOT OBSERVE+
WATSON
TO: WATSON 221B BAKER STREET LONDON
PRAY EXPLAIN+
HOLMES
TO: HOLMES GRAND HOTEL EDINBURGH
YOU PACKED MY NEW BOOTS+
WATSON
60 For 60: The Adventure of the Three Garridebs by SCFrankles, literature
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60 For 60: The Adventure of the Three Garridebs
Good Copy: It may help to read this one out loud. (It may help…)
An Englishman, an American and a gentleman of French extraction walk into a 60 word story…
“How did you escape?” wondered Holmes aloud, closing in on Watson’s assailant.
“My dear sir,” retorted Evans, “it may surprise you…”
“Nothing surprises me,” said Holmes.
Watson burst in. “Holmes, wait, this isn’t Killer: it’s his virtuous twin brother!”
“Oh,” said Holmes. “‘Good’ Evans.”
Wild West: “If our Wild West friend tries to live up to h
60 For 60: The Adventure of Shoscombe Old Place by SCFrankles, literature
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60 For 60: The Adventure of Shoscombe Old Place
“How are you, Lady Falder?” smiled the gentlewoman’s ghost.
“Very well,” said the former invalid, surprising herself.
The ghost nodded ruefully. “Death does have some advantages.”
Beatrice indicated the coffin. “I hope I am not inconveniencing you.”
“Unfortunately,” said the spirit, “your brother has taken possession of my remains.”
Beatrice sighed. “Dear Bob. No woman’s body is safe from him.”
60 For 60: The Adventure of the Priory School by SCFrankles, literature
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60 For 60: The Adventure of the Priory School
SITTING ROOM. NIGHT. SEMI-DARKNESS.
Holmes works at an experiment. Occasional explosions.
Watson enters.
Holmes: Could you not sleep?
Watson: (pointedly) No.
Crosses to fireside chair. Trips on bearskin hearthrug.
Watson: Damn!
Noises without. Ruffians enter.
Leader: Die, Mr Holmes!
Watson: (wraps himself in bearskin) Raaaawr!
Ruffians yell. Exit, pursued by a bear.
Big pause.
Holmes: Why the big paws..?
Curtain
60 For 60: The Problem of Thor Bridge by SCFrankles, literature
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60 For 60: The Problem of Thor Bridge
“Be mine,” he demanded.
“Forever,” whispered the exotic beauty.
Preposterous, of course. But she smiled as she set the periodical aside—already thinking ahead to future instalments while the gentlemen’s eggs solidified.
Holmes had been just a little wrong in his deductions though. Mrs Handley was no mere romance reader.
She was the one who had cooked up the story.
Blue Tint (Pokemon/Sonic Crossover) by DecepticonFlamewar, literature
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Blue Tint (Pokemon/Sonic Crossover)
He slid to a halt at the end of the cliff and shivered.
Sonic the Hedgehog lifted a hand to his face, trying to use his fingers to shield his eyes from the sun and the wind. He couldn't shake the uncomfortable feeling that he was lost… and he realized that this was one of the few times that feeling had ever bothered him.
He looked down the mountain at the landscape below, frowning. Sunlight glinted off grass that had a much greener tone than he remembered only hours ago; vegetation was sparse where earlier in the day it had been plentiful. The sun was further south in the sky than he recalled, like the very season had changed. A gust of win
Sherlock was planning the perfect murder.
“Need any help?” asked John.
“Probably best if you don’t get involved,” said Sherlock. “Don’t want anyone saying you’ve got an unfair advantage.”
“I’m astounded you agreed to this,” said John, sitting down. “Organising a murder mystery party for Mrs Hudson’s birthday. In our flat.”
Sherlock shrugged. “That’s what she wants.” He kept his gaze firmly on his laptop. “And she said if I did, she wouldn’t charge me for having to get the drains unblocked.”
John grinned.
“S
Sebastian Moran had been a colonel, a hunter and a professional gambler. Becoming the right-hand man of a Moriarty teapot wasn’t the strangest thing to ever happen to him.
And assisting in its archenemy’s demise wasn’t the strangest thing he’d ever done.
As ordered, he’d casually mentioned to his girlfriend Ronnie how interesting Holmes teapots were.
She’d discussed it with Mrs Turner, who’d asked Mrs Hudson if the WI could borrow Sherlock for mid-morning tea.
“Why don’t I just ‘accidentally’ knock it off the table?” Moran had said.
But the Moriarty had wanted to pla
John was a little blue teapot, short but stout of heart. Sherlock was a tall teapot, elegant and milky white.
Molly was tiny, and full of sweetness. She was a sugar bowl.
The three of them were on the kitchen table at 221 Baker Street, surrounded by the remains of Mrs Hudson’s breakfast. Only Molly had played an active role in that. Mrs Hudson was lending the two teapots out to the Women’s Institute for a get-together later that morning, and they were already partially wrapped up. John smiled at how excited Sherlock was. He was clearly hoping that a new case would present itself once they were out and about.
“Where’