Catching up: The Adventure of the Creeping Man and The Adventure of the Lion's Mane

[methylviolet10b]

Two 60s again today, this week's and last week's, which I did not have time to do until now.

Title: Insufficient Clay
Author: methylviolet10b
Rating: PG
Character(s): Sherlock Holmes, John Watson
Summary: Holmes cannot make bricks without clay.
Warnings: Mild spoilers for CREE.
Word Count: 60, plus a quote from the story in italics.
Author's Notes: 60 words of my own inspired by one of the canon stories.
Disclaimer: I don't own them.

CREE – Insufficient Clay
“He was a man of habits, narrow and concentrated habits, and I had become one of them.”

I nearly dropped the paper in shock. Sheer habit kept my grip firm upon the page and my eyes scanning the rest of the telltale, damning paragraph.

So much explained in so few words. Was this truly what he believed I thought of him? How could I, of all people, have failed to notice the growth of such a fallacy?


Title: Taradiddle
Author: methylviolet10b
Rating: PG
Character(s): Sherlock Holmes, John Watson
Summary: Holmes reaps the rewards of authorship.
Warnings: Mild spoilers for LION.
Word Count: 60, plus an extended-play version (100 words).
Author's Notes: 60 words of my own inspired by one of the canon stories.
Disclaimer: I don't own them.

LION – Taradiddle
It was a taradiddle of lies, misdirections, and vague truths worthy of my most mendacious clients. I portrayed a doddering idiot who missed the sopping-wet condition of the corpse.

I recounted one important truth. I was lonely. And three days after I sent my draft to a far more experienced author for review, I had the visitor I’d hoped for.

Extended-play version (100 words):
It was a taradiddle of lies, misdirections, and vague truths worthy of the most mendacious of my old clients. I portrayed myself as a doddering idiot who failed to observe the sopping-wet nature of the corpse that collapsed at my door.

I recounted only one important truth. I was lonely. And a scant three days after I sent my draft to a more experienced author for review, I had the visitor I’d hoped for.

However, I never dreamed he would publish my account, then or later. I never did get Watson’s limits – or his unconventional sense of humour when provoked.

The Lion's Mane: Air

[spacemutineer.livejournal.com]

Canon Story: The Lion's Mane
Title: Air
Author: spacemutineer
Rating: G


The inspector departed and I dropped onto my chair, assiduously avoiding the sofa, remembering its last occupant. The entire house smelled of salad oil and spilled brandy.

My best bottle, I thought absently. Last Christmas, it arrived with a bow.

From London. From Watson.

The house needed air and so did I. I packed a bag, bound for the station.