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”
The one paragraph story, commences. Here’s how it’s going down
4. Aries (http://aries0.tumblr.com/)
That up there is the order. The person in front of you you reblog from and them only. The person below you is the only person who can reblog you. If you wish to join in after this point message me so that I’ll reblog you instead of the last person who is currently on the list. MESSAGE ME.
Okay? Now since were using our own characters that others aren’t on good terms with if it’s someone very establish you want to keep in character please do as such. After you introduce their name in () write a few basic words just to explain who they are looks and how they act. Keep it as short as you can (we don’t need to know the whole back story folks)
There will be plot holes, there will be madness, there may be possible fangirling. Point is keep calm and follow what I said above.
Clear? I’ll start.
Morgan Moorse (17 ginger, lesbian shartshooting, emotionally repressed,loner, scaracstic badass) never was a fan of freakishly cold city winters . She had lived through many a snowstorm in her years growing up in Ohio and she did rather like the city. But put the bone chilling cold together with the narrow streets and lack of personal space it was horrible. Mostly because with city streets meant city ice, which meant Morgan for the third time that week walked out to face plant some snow covered cement.
The epicness will commence at 00
Okay. So I’ll start this out. You know the name of the game. Okay here we go!
“I’m gonna die,” Erik Cartwel said moaning on the sofa. Matt Candom just sighed, adding another wet cloth to Erik’s forehead. His best friend had picked today of all days to come down with the stomach flu. The day they were going to get their chosen. Erik always had poor timing.
-Simple I write a paragraph then you reblog and write one and the story keeps going and going.