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Mrs Holmes had bizarre cravings during her pregnancy. Specifically, for the contents of the vegetable patch belonging to the DI next door.
“Delicious!” said Mrs Holmes. “If the baby’s a girl, I’ll call her Lettice. If it’s a boy, he’ll be Kale.”
Could be worse, thought Mr Holmes. She’d called their first child Mycroft.
But the new baby had glorious curls, so they named him Sherlock. He was a bright boy, into everything and soon the DI had to arrest him for interfering in police business.
Sherlock was locked away in a tall tower. As time passed and his abundant hair grew, his unique genius developed. The DI realised he could use Sherlock as a consulting detective and decided never to release him.
One day a hero named John arrived.
“You can’t get in!” yelled down Sherlock.
John beamed. “Someone’s sulky. You should let your hair down a bit.”
“Ah,” said Sherlock.
John climbed up Sherlock’s tresses and clambered into his cell.
“I’ve come to rescue you!” John declared.
Sherlock snorted but seemed pleased.
“We’ll just have to do something about your hair first…” John said.
John shot the lock off the door and they made their escape.
In the cab Sherlock glowered somewhat underneath his elaborate coiffure but John managed to keep his smile hidden.
Sherlock oddly suited a beehive.
“Delicious!” said Mrs Holmes. “If the baby’s a girl, I’ll call her Lettice. If it’s a boy, he’ll be Kale.”
Could be worse, thought Mr Holmes. She’d called their first child Mycroft.
But the new baby had glorious curls, so they named him Sherlock. He was a bright boy, into everything and soon the DI had to arrest him for interfering in police business.
Sherlock was locked away in a tall tower. As time passed and his abundant hair grew, his unique genius developed. The DI realised he could use Sherlock as a consulting detective and decided never to release him.
One day a hero named John arrived.
“You can’t get in!” yelled down Sherlock.
John beamed. “Someone’s sulky. You should let your hair down a bit.”
“Ah,” said Sherlock.
John climbed up Sherlock’s tresses and clambered into his cell.
“I’ve come to rescue you!” John declared.
Sherlock snorted but seemed pleased.
“We’ll just have to do something about your hair first…” John said.
John shot the lock off the door and they made their escape.
In the cab Sherlock glowered somewhat underneath his elaborate coiffure but John managed to keep his smile hidden.
Sherlock oddly suited a beehive.
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sweaterse
when you've a love
in repose,
all quiets
are woven together.
all worries and
worships and
weathering
kept, cared,
covered.
every summer
warms, every winter
draws closer.
and the silences
sweeter than
heaven.
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Escaping with style
There were no blaring sirens or flashing lights as I dashed down the corridors, but there might as well have been. Data streaming across one side of my goggles told me that I had successfully triggered the alarm when I took the hard drive stack. I knew I had four and a half minutes until the security forces arrived. When I reached the security door I was already sending signals to my devices connected into the system. A crude video relay looped images of the empty corridor into the security camera feeds. The data mining box cut the stream of keyword-laden signals with which it had been scattering the building system’s attention. Grinning at my own ingenuity, I hit the unlock button. How many other thieves would have got in by manipulating the mood of a building’s computer systems? But then, how many other thieves understood the emergent emotional states of high end electronics? This was why I'd been hired. The door failed to hiss open. Frowning, I slapped the button again. Still
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Lost in Translation
Things were not going well. He'd knicked his hand on a sharp edge at the first hotel and had to swap to this one at the last minute. He had also forgotten his lucky pick, and his second set was missing a crucial tool. No, Adrian was definitely not having a smooth run of it today.
He was still jimmying the lock several minutes later, and the noise was attracting attention. A tourist -- recognisable by the wide-brimmed hat and extra large sunglasses she wore -- was staring in his direction. Adrian swore under his breath, affected a grin, and waved at her.
"Locked myself out," he called, bringing forth a slight blush, and thanking the Gods tha
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Sherlock fanfiction: a 221B - a story in 221 words, last word beginning with "b". 221B form invented by ~KCScribbler (KCS).
I was an adult when an older sibling pointed out to me that Rapunzel is named after the salad plant that her father steals from the witch's garden. (Generally called lamb's lettuce in Britain.) I'd spent all those years thinking what a pretty name it was... ^^"
"Sherlock" appears to mean "bright hair" (though a couple of sources plump for "cropped hair"). This implies fair hair but I suppose the meaning could be extended to broadly indicate any healthy, shiny hair... (^^")
Anyway, I read the following in the Radio Times (a TV & radio listings magazine):
[The baby] will be called Kale, to the bafflement of Bianca's granny, who can't understand why she would name her child after a kind of cabbage
and this story popped into my head ^^
(I've just looked up "Kale" and one of the meanings given is "free man"... ^^)
My other 221Bs can be found here.
I was an adult when an older sibling pointed out to me that Rapunzel is named after the salad plant that her father steals from the witch's garden. (Generally called lamb's lettuce in Britain.) I'd spent all those years thinking what a pretty name it was... ^^"
"Sherlock" appears to mean "bright hair" (though a couple of sources plump for "cropped hair"). This implies fair hair but I suppose the meaning could be extended to broadly indicate any healthy, shiny hair... (^^")
Anyway, I read the following in the Radio Times (a TV & radio listings magazine):
[The baby] will be called Kale, to the bafflement of Bianca's granny, who can't understand why she would name her child after a kind of cabbage
and this story popped into my head ^^
(I've just looked up "Kale" and one of the meanings given is "free man"... ^^)
My other 221Bs can be found here.
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I would pay to see Sherlock with a beehive, seriously . Absolutely hilarious, thank you!