The Norwood Builder: Bones

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Title: The Norwood Builder: Bones
Author: gardnerhill           
Word Count: 60
Rating: G
Warning: None.
Summary: I know forensic medicine was in its infancy in 1895, but REALLY.


“We’ve put together the remains we found in the fire.” Lestrade strutted a little at having gotten one over on my friend. “Most curious! According to the bones we found, Mr. Jonas Oldacre was two feet tall when he sat up, had long ears and a furry puff of a tail, and was very fond of carrots.”

“Brilliant work, Inspector.”

Canon Discussion: The Norwood Builder

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This week we’re having a look at The Norwood Builder. I’ve typed up a few thoughts and questions to get the discussion going—please leave your own ideas in the comments!

( Discussion continues... )

Mrs. Hudson's Poetry Page: The Norwood Builder

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Welcome once again to my poetry page!

I hope each week you will read Dr. Watson’s delightful narrative and then be inspired to write a poem related to it in some way. All forms of poetry are permitted, and further down the page there is a selection you might like to consider using over the coming weeks.

This week my featured form is the renga.

( Definition and Example )

As always, this is simply something to consider for the future. Any form of poetry is welcome this week—and every week! Here are a few suggestions for you:

221B verselet, abecedarian poetry, acrostic poetry, alexandrine, blackout poetry, call and response, cinquain, circular poetry, clerihew, colour poems, concrete poetry, diamante, doggerel, double dactyl, ekphrasis, elegiac couplet, epigram, epulaeryu, fable, found poetry, ghazal, haiku, lanturne, limerick, lyric poetry, palindrome poetry, renga, riddle, sedoka, septet, sestina, sonnet, tanka, tercet, terza rima, tongue twister poetry, triolet, tyburn, villanelle


Please leave all your poems inspired by The Norwood Builder in the comments on this post. I look forward to seeing them!


Warm regards,

Mrs. Hudson

The Norwood Builder: Duet

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Canon Story: The Norwood Builder
Title: Duet
Author: scfrankles
Rating: G
Author's Notes: “Now then; one, two, three⸺"


Holmes and Mrs. Hudson both possessed impressive singing voices, and one evening I managed to persuade them to demonstrate their talents before Lestrade.

Our guest sat open-mouthed, as the two voices rang out together—one deep and one high.

“Astonishing, aren’t they?” I whispered.

“Yes…” Lestrade hesitated. “Though I must admit I’d been expecting Mrs. Hudson to be the soprano.”



A/N: I heard a ring at the bell, followed by the high, somewhat strident tones of my old companion's voice. (STOC)

The Norwood Builder: Public Service Announcement

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Canon Story: The Norwood Builder
Title: Public Service Announcement (as featured in the Marylebone Illustrated)
Author:thesmallhobbit
Rating: G

The London Fire Brigade would like to remind all householders to take care when lighting fires.  With the onset of colder weather and the likelihood of the first fire of autumn being lit, it is important to have chimneys swept by a reputable chimney sweep.  Please do not leave children or those of a simple mind alone by a fire.

The Norwood Builder: Look a gift-horse in the mouth

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Author: rachelindeed
Canon Tale: The Norwood Builder
Word Count: 60
Rating: G
Summary: Watson is skeptical.
Author's note: Includes references to The Red-Headed League as well.


“Dr. Verner has accepted my starting bid.”

“Congratulations!”

Watson smiled grimly. “Naturally, I cannot accept.”

My throat seized. How could he have seen my hand in the affair so quickly?

“A man who pays full price for real estate is as rare and sinister as a shop assistant who accepts half-pay. We should warn the nearest bank, don’t you think?”

The Norwood Builder: Karma

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Author: capt_facepalm
Canon Tale: The Norwood Builder
Word Count: 60
Rating: G
Summary: Karma
Author's note: Greetings from the Lurker Lounge

It was not the fact that, during his trial and incarceration, Jonas Oldacre’s creditors depleted most of his assets. Nor that his several inventive ways of exacting revenge on Mr Sherlock Holmes had failed. Paralysed by his third apoplectic seizure in Princetown’s infirmary, Oldacre writhed in his own personal hell because he never had the opportunity to change his will.