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knightfury1895
16 November 2013 @ 01:53 pm
Hello hello! My name is Alex Knight and this is my journal.

I enjoy reading and writing and as a consequence I have taken to writing fan fiction stories; mostly for Sherlock Holmes (book-verse) but also for Sherlock Holmes in the 22nd Century and the BBC's Sherlock.

I am happy to write to prompts within reason (I do not like overly "graphic" scenes of violence or sexual content, so I do tend to shy away from that sort of thing) though I doubt that I shall be attempting anything new until after Christmas as I have two big projects on the go, both with December deadlines (I have more enthusiasm than sense, I fear!).

Disclaimer: I own no rights to any of the fandoms for which I write. Sherlock Holmes is, technically, in the public domain but Sherlock belongs to the BBC and SH22 belongs, I believe, to Dic. I write only for the love of it and I hope that they are enjoyed.

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[Prompt from Domina Temporis]Prompt for the 1st of December from Domina Temporis - College

I make it a rule not to tell Watson too much about my younger days. My childhood at home was one spent in misery for many reasons - the main one being that I was a difficult child, with too much energy, and as a result I spent many hours chained to my bed by way of punishment. I was also given many a beating, in the hope that I might some day learn that young men should be seen and not heard until they come of age.

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[Prompt from CJNWriter]Prompt for the 14th of December From cjnwriter - Dancing.

The crowd on the dance floor swirls in an array of colours and sparkle as I watch with little interest. Why the deuce am I here? Nobody would notice if I were to leave - well, nobody apart from the irritating young ladies that will insist on asking me to dance. I do believe that a gentleman should ask a young lady, if he feels so inclined, and that it is improper for a woman to make such advances. However, they are very young - perhaps too young to know better.

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05 December 2015 @ 12:01 am
The evening had been a pleasant one and I was humming quietly to myself as I left my club. There was not a cab to be seen that was not engaged, but the evening was quite fine - despite the snow that hung in the air - and I did not object to walking.

It was not until I had turned onto Baker Street that I reached inside the pocket that would usually hold my keys and discovered it to be empty.

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[Prompt from Stutley Constable]Prompt for the 13th of December From Stutley Constable - A blacksmith's fingers.

Inspector Cokes strutted before us like a little pompous bantam cockrel, his chest puffed out as he regarded myself and my companion.

"I do not need Sherlock Holmes' assistance!" he shouted in our faces. "I know all your methods Holmes - I have studied them! - I can tell a farmer by his squint and a blacksmith by his fingers!"

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[Prompt from Hades Lord of the Dead]Prompt for the 12th of December From Hades Lord of the Dead - Spiritualism.

"There is no such thing," Holmes said firmly as he loaded his pipe.

"I tell you that I have seen one!" said I somewhat forcefully.

The detective turned to regard me a moment before speaking again. "Oh, Watson! It could easily be explained away - fatigue, survivor's guilt..."

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[Note from Author]Author's Note: I do hope that you have enjoyed this piece. I have discussed guardian angels with my friend and Beta once or twice, as we both have had some odd experiences. I thought that, of the two, Holmes might prefer those beings over ghosts.

I must add, however, that Watson rather hinted that one cannot really believe in one and not the other. Stranger things twixt Heaven and Earth and all that.
 
 
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[Prompt from TemporarilyAbaft]Prompt for the 11th of December From TemporarilyAbaft -Mycroft is forced to endure the company of _...

"Holmes..." groans Watson as he pinches the bridge of his nose. "Please do stop complaining. I know that you are bored, but if you would only keep your foot elevated above your hip..."

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[Prompt from TemporarilyAbaft]Prompt for the 10th of December From TemporarilyAbaft - 'Rampage', 'lank', 'desk', 'south', 'leap', and 'sketch' – all used in a story (leniency on tenses and plurals; no specific order; go for it!)

When I came down to breakfast, I discovered a note on the table beside the empty coffee pot. It was rushed and simply informed me that Holmes had gone out and knew not when he might return. That did not come as a surprise, per se, but as the day was Christmas Eve I did feel somewhat saddened and disappointed. How could he work on Christmas Eve anyhow? I myself only would in a matter of life and death.

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[Prompt from Hades Lord of the Dead]Prompt for the 9th of December From Hades Lord of the Dead - Write yourself into a story!

It was a bitterly cold December morning and I was occupying myself with the case notes of previous adventures while Holmes curled miserably upon the sofa under a heap of blankets, smoking his pipe. He was in a dour mood and I was not feeling terribly cheerful myself.

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[Note from Author]Author's Note: I hope that you have enjoyed this piece. I do believe that it was the hardest yet.

By the way, I do indeed have two cats, called Holmes and Watson (I would never tell Sherlock Holmes or Doctor Watson as much, mind you), and they were indeed a gift from my fiancée. Furthermore, Holmes has gone wandering more than once - on the last occasion, through a very high, very small bathroom window that I was sure that he would not be able to reach. If I turn grey young, it will be his doing!
 
 
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[Prompt from Poseidon - God of the Seas]Prompt for the 8th of December From Poseidon - God of the Seas - Dracula.

Having awoken from my fourth nightmare in as many nights on the floor in a tangle of blankets, I attempted to calm my ragged breathing as I looked about me. I was in my room at Baker Street. I was perfectly safe, though I did - as I had on every other occasion - feel an inexplicable urge to reassure myself that Holmes was safe and well by going down and checking on him. The idea was preposterous and I attempted to put the thought to the back of my mind as I returned myself to my bed.

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[Prompt from Poseidon God of the Seas]Prompt for the 7th of December From Poseidon God of the Seas - Sleigh.

The snow outside was much too deep for a carriage to traverse the roads that day. I had already accepted that I would not be accompanying Holmes - I was aching from the long journey, more than half of which had been on foot in the knee-high snow, of the day before - and I suspected that I also had the beginnings of a cold, though my symptoms could all just as easily be caused by fatigue.

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[Prompt from MadamzelleGiry]Prompt for the 6th of December From Madam'zelleGiry - "I don't know what London's coming to —the higher the buildings the lower the morals." ―Noël Coward

I am almost knocked completely off of my feet by one of two swaying, cackling women as they shove past Holmes and I, having staggered from a thoroughly disreputable nearby public house. Having given my shoulder a glancing blow, she then shouts a vulgar stream of obscenities and spits in my general direction even as Holmes hastily pulls me out of harm's way.

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[Prompt from Lucillia]Prompt for the 5th of December From Lucillia - Midnight.

I had wanted an early night. After a long, trying day it would have been pleasant to curl myself beneath my warm, welcoming coverlets and to sleep away the strain and fatigue-induced headache that has been plaguing me since mid-morning.

There is no point in complaining to Holmes; he would only look hurt and enquire whether I no longer enjoy partaking of his adventures. Which I of course do.

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[Prompt from SheWhoScrawls]Prompt for the 4th of December From SheWhoScrawls -Mrs. Hudson returns from church one Sunday to find a disaster in Baker Street. What happened?

I do wish Doctor Watson had not been called away on that urgent matter. I am sure I don't know what comes over Mr. Holmes in his absence. Perhaps he simply misses his fellow lodger, but I doubt very much that that man is capable of missing anyone. Would he even miss the sun were it to cease to shine?

Before I left the house for Church this morning, Mr. Holmes had been looking a bit peaky. I asked him whether he wanted some soup when I returned and he had shouted at me, telling me in no uncertain terms that he was not hungry and causing me to worry still more that he might be ailing. At least I had more sense than to ask him whether he was well - nobody would ever do that more than once, with the way in which he tends to react. Instead, I just casually suggested that it might be a good idea for him to have a short, mid-morning sleep. I was careful to see that I appealed to his brain by saying that it always helps me to think more clearly afterwards and he seemed to quite like the idea.

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[Prompt from Ennui Enigma]Prompt for the 3rd of December from Ennui Enigma - 17 Steps

I do hope that Holmes is out or else deeply engrossed in something. There is nothing more humiliating than finding oneself unable to manage the few steps to one's own sitting room. How many did Holmes say that there were of the wretched things? Seventeen? It had might as well be a hundred and seventeen!

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[Prompt from cjnwriter]Prompt for the 2nd of December from cjnwriter - Christmas sweater.

I do not wear garish clothing. The ruddy brown suit with matching Inverness and deerstalker and the royal blue tie is more than colourful enough for my personal taste. This... garment... is more than a step too far and if I am holding it up at arm's length with an expression of disgust twisting at my lips, I can hardly be blamed. Ugh!

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[Prompt from Garonne]Prompt for the 1st of December From Garonne - Tea or coffee?

I do wish that Holmes would sleep, if only for an hour or so. He has spent the entire night pacing in his bedroom and our sitting room - I could hear him from upstairs in my own bedroom - and I know that he will work himself into a fever if he does not have a care.

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17 November 2015 @ 06:03 am
[Authors Note]Author's Note: This story is written in response to Stutley Constable's prompt: SLICK COBBLESTONES.

The weather is perfectly foul and has been perfectly foul for more than a fortnight. Watson and I have been waiting for a cab to present itself for at least an hour when my biographer eventually persuades me to walk home with him. Poor Watson! He is clearly in no small amount of pain and I regret not deciding to walk sooner.

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[Prompt from Sparky Dorian]From Sparky Dorian: 31. Celebrate.

[Dedication]I dedicate this story to my friend I'm Nova for her help and encouragement with this one. Without it, I might never have written this, because I could come up with nothing new and she helped me to come at the prompt from a different angle. Many thanks my dear!

Daylight had faded hours ago and the sky above me was clear and bright with stars as I wearily followed my relentless companion ever onward.

I was exhausted, too cold to possibly feel my fingers or toes and both my shoulder and leg ached unmercifully. I was also terribly hungry and my throat was dry and sore with the cold.

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[Prompt from mrspencil and Ennui Enigma]From mrspencil and Ennui Enigma: 30/ supernatural


I do not believe in ghosts. I am not sure what I am seeing, but this apparition cannot be a spirit. What could a spirit possibly want with me? I am a man of science, not a psychic!

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15 November 2015 @ 09:19 am
She is, without the shadow of a doubt, the most winning woman that I have ever met. How her eyes shine - especially when she laughs and smiles. Her beauty is not merely skin deep, either; she has grace, poise, elegance and charm. She has nerve - a passion for adventure to equal mine - and, above all, she loves me.

Her name is Charlotte. She has fiery auburn hair and exotic green eyes that give the illusion of changing colour in accordance with her mood, though I suspect that it is in truth a matter of differing lights bringing to the fore the differing tones and hues.

I have never before felt so very awkward and it remains a mystery to me that anyone - particularly one such as her - could truly love me. Never before has anyone made me feel as I do.


I gaze at the page in my journal and snort derisively. Charlotte is to hang today - the poisoner of three little children for their insurance-money. Had I not permitted myself to have been blinded by her charm and shows of affection - for the feigned concern towards those very same children - I might have seen it. I might have saved them. I shall never permit myself to succumb again.

[Authors Note]Upon reading the second chapter of the Sign of Four, I found myself thinking of the poisoner of three children. Holmes described her as the most winning woman that he had ever known, which I found suggestive. This is terribly short - I did want it to be longer, but Holmes rarely dwells upon painful thoughts or feelings unless he is in a black mood. I may revisit the subject again, however.
 
 
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[Prompt from Lucillia]From Lucillia: Dec 29. Surprise party.

I am not quite sure why Lestrade and I thought that it would be a good idea. I suppose we were simply very glad to have Holmes back from the dead. In hindsight, it was not the best idea that either of us had ever had; it should have been obvious that it would take more than a three year long absence to cause our friend to enjoy parties.

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[Prompt from MadamzelleGiry]From Madam'zelleGiry: Day 28: Christmas cookies are going missing.

I opened the tin that should have contained the remaining two Christmas biscuits from the batch that Mrs. Hudson had given to myself and Holmes, only to find it empty. I was not amused and, as we had had no visitors that might otherwise have been blamed (not all of Holmes' Irregulars remember to ask before helping themselves), I decided to ask my companion why he had not left me one.

The detective was engaged in an experiment and, though I was rather annoyed, I waited until he was finished.

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[Prompt from Alosha135]From Alosha135: 27th - fortune

I have never been one to believe in luck. I am a practical man from a practical family; there is no room for superstition within the realms of logic.

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[Prompt from Spockologist]From Spockologist: 26. Watson and Mary sing Christmas carols

I awoke shivering in the dark to discover that I had fallen asleep on my settee, still fully clothed. I must have finally run out of energy as I worked upon the coded messages that I had been doing my utmost to unravel.

The sitting room was cold and the house quiet. The fire in the hearth was no longer burning. The absence of warmth in the room was an instant reminder that I was truly alone, for Watson would have covered me with a rug as I slept if he still lodged with me.

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