[identity profile] mafief.livejournal.com
Canon Story: His Last Bow
Title: Progress
Author: Mafief
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Summary: Holmes is undercover and meets his contact in a bar.
Author’s Note: Inspired by the Green Mill in Chicago and the tunnels under the establishment. These were later used by Al Capone.
https://www.atlasobscura.com/places/green-mill


The brute laughed and slapped his nervous companion’s back splashing his beer on the bar.

“Altamont, you’re all wet! No getting the heebie-jeebies on me.” He leaned closer. “The fix is in. The old man will give us the info. “

“Says you.”

“Nah, I’ll show ya.”

Holmes was relieved that this step was almost completed from his awful assignment.
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This week we are looking at His Last Bow.

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This week we are looking at His Last Bow.

Discuss in the comments :)
[identity profile] thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com
Canon Story: His Last Bow
Title: Watson's Diary, April 1918 - The Battle of the Lys
Author:thesmallhobbit
Rating: G

Back in Ypres once again, I’m facing yet more death and destruction.  Another gas attack has brought more blinded men to add to the confusion.  In addition we have a number of Portuguese who call out in their own language augmenting the general discord.  In the noise and the chaos will we ever know any peace?  I am so tired.
 
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Title: His Last Bow: Preventative Medicine
Author: gardnerhill                        
Word Count: 60                     
Rating: G
Warning: None.
Summary:  Desperate times call for desperate measures.

***

We went for a walk on the cliffs, and Watson slipped.

When rescued, he proved to have a broken leg from the fall. He is convalescing in my Sussex house, sorry that this mishap will keep him from the war.

Mycroft saw what was coming, and told me. And I loosened the gravel above that ledge.

He is safe now.

[identity profile] thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com
Canon Story: His Last Bow
Title: 31 July 1917 (the serialisation of the Private Journal of Dr Watson)
Author:thesmallhobbit
Rating: G
I realise technically it would not have been possible for Watson to write this entry.

Another battle has begun in Ypres.  Let us hope it will be over more quickly and with greater success than those before it.  I believe they are headed for the village of Passchendaele.  I can but pray it will be captured with little loss of life, for so many have already lost either life or limb in this never-ending war.
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[identity profile] scfrankles.livejournal.com
Canon Story: His Last Bow
Title: One More Quiet Talk
Author: [livejournal.com profile] scfrankles
Rating: G
Author's Notes: “...No, Mr. Von Bork, you will go with us in a quiet, sensible fashion to Scotland Yard… As to you, Watson, you are joining us with your old service, as I understand, so London won't be out of your way…”


They walked together down Baker Street.

Watson paused outside no. 221. “Should we knock?”

Holmes shook his head.

“Mrs. Hudson’s sold up.”

Watson looked over at Holmes and hesitated.

“We’ll both have our work but…”

Holmes held out his hand.

“Until we meet again.”

They shook hands, and Holmes smiled.

“I’m sure the two of us have adventures to come.”
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[identity profile] scfrankles.livejournal.com
Welcome once again to my poetry page!

So here we are reading the last of Dr. Watson’s stories (if indeed he did pen this one—he remains somewhat enigmatic on the subject). I hope as always you will read the story and then go on 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.

And here, courtesy of my housemaid Rachel, are this week’s suggested poems to read—suggestions inspired by the themes and subjects in this week's story. Hopefully you will enjoy the poems, and perhaps they may give you some ideas for a poem of your own or allow you to look at the story in a new way.



A Man

By Louis Untermeyer


Note from Rachel: The one fixed point in a changing age.



Last Post

By Carol Ann Duffy


Note from Rachel: The East Wind came.



Thank you so much to Rachel. For these poems and for all your suggestions over the months. Your hard work and artistic sensibilities have been so greatly appreciated by us all. And I know Mr. Holmes has appreciated your occasional assistance with his cases. Your ironing has come on a treat as well, I must say.


Here is also a new poetry form to try: the puente.


Definition and Example )



But you do not have to use this form. Any form of poetry is welcome! Here are a few suggestions for you:

221B verselet, abecedarian poetry, acrostic poetry, alexandrine, ballad, barzelletta, beeswing, blackout poetry, blitz poem, blues stanza, bref double, Burns stanza, call and response, chastushka, cherita, cinquain, circular poetry, clerihew, clogyrnach, colour poems, compound word verse, concrete poetry, Cornish verse, curtal sonnet, débat, décima, descort, diamante, doggerel, double dactyl, echo verse, ekphrasis, elegiac couplet, elegiac stanza, elfje, englyn, enuig, epigram, epistle, epitaph, epulaeryu, Etheree, fable, Fib, florette, found poetry, free verse, ghazal, haiku, hay(na)ku, In Memoriam stanza, Italian sonnet, jueju, kennings poem, lanturne, lies, limerick, line messaging, list poem, lyric poetry, mathnawī, micropoetry, mini-monoverse, musette, nonsense verse, palindrome poetry, pantoum, Parallelismus Membrorum, poem cycle, puente, quatern, quintilla, renga, rhyming alliterisen, riddle, rimas dissolutas, rime couée, rispetto, Schüttelreim, sedoka, septet, sestina, shadorma, sonnet, stream of consciousness, tanka, tercet, terza rima, tongue twister poetry, triangular triplet, tricube, trine, triolet, Tyburn, villanelle, xenolith


Please leave all your poems inspired by His Last Bow in the comments on this post. I look forward to seeing them!

And I will see you all here again next week for a special festive edition, and after that I will be moving over to [livejournal.com profile] holmes_minor for my new monthly poetry page!


Warm regards,

Mrs. Hudson
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[identity profile] scfrankles.livejournal.com
This week, the canon story we’re looking at is His Last Bow and the chosen topic is Victorian, Edwardian and WW1 Spies.

Discussion continues... )
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[identity profile] okapi1895.livejournal.com
Canon Story: His Last Bow
Rating: Gen
Author's Note: Thanks to the mods & comm members for making Sunday morning's the highlight of the week.

“Will you do the honours, Watson?”
“Gladly. On behalf of your country, the sacrifice is appreciated, but let’s make a dreadful memory of it.”
I took the proffered razor and set about the task in silence. Finally, he asked,
“So, my blithe boy, won’t you come down and meet my bees?”
I grinned. “Of course. I thought you’d never ask.”
[identity profile] gardnerhill.livejournal.com
Title: His Last Bow: Day 12
Author: gardnerhill                        
Word Count: 60                     
Rating: G
Warning: Crack
Summary:  A defiled well needs cleaning up. Sequel to my last LAST offering here.
                                                                                                                                                                                
***

Watson pinched his eyes together, took a deep breath, and straightened up. “Again.”

Holmes drew his own strengthening draught of air. He opened his mouth.

“Say, it’s whizzing down cats and dogs in that country south of France, but blamed if it ain’t sticking to the prairies!”

Watson made a tiny whimper.

“By George,” Martha said, “he hasn’t got it.”
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[identity profile] scfrankles.livejournal.com
This Sunday, 30th July, we'll be posting our 60 word ficlets for His Last Bow.

So, here we are at the last story for Round 5, and at the last story in Holmes and Watson's personal timeline.

On the brink of a terrible war, our heroes are reunited for one final adventure...

If you haven't tried 60 for 60 before, full information - including our schedule - can be found on our profile. But in essence: you read ACD's story and then you write a 60 word story inspired by it! You don't have to post a story every week - just join in whenever you feel like it.

Each Sunday we will also have our weekly discussion post, where we discuss a topic inspired by the canon story. And there’s Mrs. Hudson's Poetry Page too - any poems written about this week’s story can be left as a comment on her post. As usual, her housemaid Rachel will be suggesting a poem for us to read to give us added inspiration, and there will also be a new poetry form to try: the puente.

You can choose one activity, or have a go at everything. Or just come along and read the 60s! (And have a chat in the comments.) All options are absolutely fine.

Hope to see you on Sunday. But don’t worry if you can’t join us then - we stay open for posting and commenting all week!

And don't forget - although this is the last canon story for Round 5, it isn't the end of the round itself. We'll be having a festive week the week after just to finish things off, before handing the reins over to [livejournal.com profile] alafaye for Round 6!
[identity profile] godsdaisiechain.livejournal.com
Canon Story: His Last Bow
Title: How better?
Author:[livejournal.com profile] godsdaisiechain
Rating: G

Uncle Sherlock raised bees, who had only one female, just as his world had only The Woman—an innocent occupation for an older man in any event. Mycroft Junior laughed quietly to himself from within the recesses of a leather chair that had once belonged to his father.

How brilliantly simple. How better to smuggle intelligence than in beeswax candles?
[identity profile] thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com
Canon Story: His Last Bow
Title: New Year's Editorial (as featured in the Marylebone Illustrated)
Author:thesmallhobbit
Rating: G

As we enter a new year we can only view with trepidation events on the continent.  Kaiser Wilhelm, King of Prussia and ruler of the German Empire, having dismissed his Chancellor Bismarck, remains insistent on men of his own choice being in charge.  We fear he grows closer to Franz-Joseph of the Austro-Hungarian Empire, while spurning both Russia and France.
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[identity profile] scfrankles.livejournal.com
Canon Story: His Last Bow
Title: She Gets My Vote
Author: [livejournal.com profile] scfrankles
Rating: G
Author's Notes: “...window-breaking Furies…” My story is set in 1903.


“I’m leaving for my Women’s Suffrage meeting now, Mr. Holmes.”

“Oh, Mrs. Hudson…”

Holmes looked over and smiled kindly.

“Naturally I respect you. But electing governments needs logic! Reason!”

And bringing up his gun, he carried on shooting at the sitting room wall.

Mrs. Hudson sighed and put on her hat.

“I’ll be back in time to serve supper, sir.”
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[identity profile] scfrankles.livejournal.com
And so I am back from my celebrations—Happy New Year and 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. (Though the story this week may not have been written by the doctor...) 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 elegiac stanza.

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, beeswing, blackout poetry, blues stanza, bref double, Burns stanza, call and response, chastushka, cinquain, circular poetry, clerihew, colour poems, concrete poetry, Cornish verse, curtal sonnet, diamante, doggerel, double dactyl, ekphrasis, elegiac couplet, elegiac stanza, englyn, epigram, epitaph, epulaeryu, Etheree, fable, found poetry, ghazal, haiku, Italian sonnet, kennings poem, lanturne, limerick, lyric poetry, mathnawī, palindrome poetry, pantoum, poem cycle, quintilla, renga, riddle, rime couée, Schüttelreim, sedoka, septet, sestina, sonnet, tanka, tercet, terza rima, tongue twister poetry, triolet, tyburn, villanelle


Please leave all your poems inspired by His Last Bow in the comments on this post. I look forward to seeing them!


Warm regards,

Mrs. Hudson
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[identity profile] scfrankles.livejournal.com
Thank you so much to the guest editors from the MMI for taking charge of things last week ^_^ This week we’re back to normal and having a look at His Last Bow. I’ve typed up a few thoughts and questions to get the discussion going—please leave your own ideas in the comments!

Discussion continues... )
[identity profile] gardnerhill.livejournal.com
Title: His Last Bow: The King’s English
Author: gardnerhill               
Word Count: 60
Rating: G
Warning: None.
Summary: Holmes has been defiled and Watson cannot bear it.

***

Easier to remove that ghastly goatee.

“…I swear, Watson, that chump thought he could play me for a sucker. Well, I gave him the old heave-ho, and oh, wasn’t he a sick chicken!”

Wincing, I made my decision. England would do without my service at the front – I would be needed here, training that foul slang from my friend’s tongue.
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This Sunday, 3rd January, we'll be posting our 60 word ficlets for His Last Bow.

As we prepare to say goodbye to the old year, we also come to a kind of ending for Holmes. This wasn't the last Sherlock Holmes to be published, not by a long chalk, but it is the last story in Holmes' own personal timeline.

And so, on the brink of a terrible war, Holmes and Watson are reunited for one final adventure...


On a lighter note, the Seasonal Discussion Post remains open. How the story currently stands: tracking the tiny innuendo has led the gang to Colonel Moran's cobbler's, as they search for who is behind the thefts of shoehorns and crackers. Holmes suddenly declares that he's not at the cobbler's only to pick up his boots - he's there to rescue Violet Hunter! But not the Violet Hunter - there's a pair of them.

Is Moran forcing her to make counterfeit shoehorns for the black market? Just who did write the pamphlet 'How to Kill Your Arch-nemesis with a Paper Crown, a Shoe Horn, and a Proverb'? Was Holmes planning to interest Professor Moriarty in his exploding cracker or would Hopkins have put his foot down? And did all those Jimmy Moriartys ever manage to sort out whose Christmas presents were whose? The answers to these questions are in your hands...


If you haven't tried 60 for 60 before, full information - including our schedule - can be found on our profile. But in essence: you read ACD's story and then you write a 60 word story inspired by it! You don't have to post a story every week - just join in whenever you feel like it.

Each Sunday we will also have our weekly discussion post, and Mrs. Hudson's Poetry Page. Any poems inspired by this week’s story can be left as a comment on her post.

You can choose one activity, or have a go at everything. Or just come along and read the 60s! (And have a chat in the comments ^^) All options are absolutely fine.

Hope to see you on Sunday ^^
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Canon Story: His Last Bow
Title: This Terrible August
Author: [livejournal.com profile] vaysh
Rating: G
Words: 60
Author's Notes: I took some liberties with the timeline of Arthur Conan Doyle's biography; in reality his son Kingsley was wounded already in 1916 on the first day of the battle of the Somme, and not in 1917 when "His Last Bow" was written. Kingsley Conan Doyle died of war-related influenza in 1918.


The pen is poised, the story due for publication in September. He likes to start in the middle of things. But the pen falters.

The telegram sits on the side of his desk. His son has been gravely wounded on the Somme. He cannot lose Kingsley, simply can't. The pen writes most terrible and blood-red gash and he hopes, hopes –

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