Your first suggestion for a code word as a danger alarm to your class is funkytown.
The giant Sherlock one paragraph story folks. So here’s the start.
Category the fic shall take: We’re not going super crack inception yet for a first go since that might happen anyway, but feel free to insert Jam ref’s and the like as you wish as long as it doesn’t go everywhere.
Good? Good? So reblog from the last person who reblogged, the whole deal. Jam will go after me since she signed up first. Ready? Okay.
John Watson had a lot of strange experiences in his life while living with one Sherlock Holmes but he had to say this was the strangest.
“Why are we doing this?” John hissed at his flatmate as they stood on the stage with five other pairs of people at the Yards local charity dinner.
“Because John,” Sherlock said back, his voice hushed. “The prize is free back stage tickets to the next Opera concert and I need to get in for my next case.”
“Couldn’t we not win them like this though!” John pointed up to the sign “How well do you know your partner?” It was like a bad 70’s dating game only worse since he knew everyone there. Sherlock just grinned back.
“This way is more fun”
WHERE IS THE REST GOING?
I hope it isn’t to myself….I don’t need a bigger ego. Maybe it goes to Tumblr to appease the Tumblr Gods? Or maybe it goes missing like that other sock when you wash a pair.
Attention Sherlockians of the BBC variety:
As a fandom that subsists solely on three episodes of canon, we know how to make a lot out of a little. So we here at fuckyeahsherlockfics have created a contest to put these skills to the test!
In “The Great Game: A fuckyeahsherlockfics Contest,” you have the challenge of writing a one sentence fanfic for Sherlock BBC. Anything and everything is welcome: angst, fluff, crossovers, dialog, meta, porn - as long as it relates back to the show.
Your sentence is meant to imply an entire story behind it, so it can be something like this:
“Reichenbach was never the end, Sherlock Holmes.”
Or essentially the same thing, but with an entirely new meaning:
“Reichenbach was never the end. - SH”
RULES AND REGULATIONS
1. To enter the competition, just reblog this post from anyone and add your story. You may submit as many stories as you want, either in the same post or separately.
2. When reblogging, make sure to keep the rules and regulations attached. You may, however, delete other contestants’ submissions to conserve space.
3. Each submission should consist of a single, grammatically correct sentence. There will be leniency for creative writing, but don’t get cute with semi-colons and commas.
4. Contest ends Friday, July 15 12:00 AM EST. The results will be posted the following week.
The winner of “The Great Game” will receive a prize package of:
One fake book cover for a fanfiction of their choice (including their sentence) from blanketforyourshock
Once drawing, either a black and white scene or a watercolor portrait, from audrey923
And a choice of either one desktop, three banners, or ten icons from shriekingshacks
Good luck, Sherlock fandom!
I need a new book cover. So here I go. (warning randomness one liners ahead)
Two realizations entered Lestrade’s mind as he read the apparent suicidal texts that Sherlock Holmes had received from John; The first being Watson texted queen lyrics when drunk and the second being Sherlock had apparently never heard “Bohemian Rhapsody”.
Cadmel Holmes only had one evil plan stewing at the moment; how she was going to get her two older brothers to finally kiss their respective crushes.
John, I think this is the time for you to take a minute and sit right there while I tell you the story of how I became the prince of an village called Bel Air.” –SH
“I think it’s time I called in my favor Crowley” –SH
“Lestrade why is you hair blue?”
“John Watson if you die on me you’re not getting rid of me because I’m coming right with.”
Sherlock always hated taking off his gloves to see the tattoo that marked him as an inferior.
“Molly, how open are you to branching out as a private eye?” –Sally D
Molly always hated the fact she was born a medium but the fact she had to deal with Sherlock Holmes spirit always put the icing on the cake.
Sally did the one thing she could think of; she shot John Watson right in the heart.
DONE. I REGRET…ALMOST NOTHING. My batman anon mask V__V
Finals week. Sherlock. That is all.