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A while ago I did a bit of moonlighting in the original fic world over at DA and took part in The Gauntlet, which consisted of nine challenges of increasing difficulty to be completed, in order, during September 2017:

( The nine challenges )

No-one will be surprised to hear that this kind of thing really appealed to me, and I eventually came third in the contest. But I think only two of the pieces I produced truly worked as stories, rather than just as solutions to puzzles. They were Memento Mori for the first challenge and How the Joke Got Its Punchline for the second. I tidied up Memento Mori and sold it to JayHenge as usual, and in November, How the Joke Got Its Punchline got a Daily Deviation on DA. This is a daily feature that is technically promoted to the whole site (but you do have to choose to go and look at the page of DDs). It tends to mean that you meet a few new people, and someone who saw my story asked if they could do a reading on their YouTube channel The Saturday Storytellers.

The recording is now ready and can be found here!

The person who runs The Saturday Storytellers is Rowan Oakley (saturdaystorytellers on DA) but the narrator on this occasion is HorseygirlE.

I love the use of music and sound effects, and the narrator gives it their all with their use of individual character voices. I’m really rather taken with the whole thing—it put such a big smile on my face today.

Crossposts: https://scfrankles.livejournal.com/25119.html

Last month I took part in Flash Fiction Month over on DeviantArt, writing and posting a story of 55 to 1,000 words for each day of July.

Here are links to the last batch of stories, if anyone's interested in taking a look:

Nectar The aggression of butterflies.

Details, Details... A wedding planner puts together a wedding for a mixed undead-living couple.

The Descent It's a long way down...

Painting a Picture The difficulties of being a paintbrush.

Descriptions Putting together a photofit.

Walking a Tightrope A CYOA story. Tightropes, death, local politics and social awkwardness.

Interrobang ! and ? visit their relationship counsellor.

Adding Meaning to Your Life The word SHEEP decides to have a makeover.

Winning is for Losers While playing Snakes and Ladders, Blue has a revelation.

Death at the Party Death finds it difficult to make friends.

Super Market A look at the strange, strange world of Retail. A 369'er: 3 self-contained stories of 69 words each.

Soulmates Do Exist Jonathan splits up with someone he wasn't aware he was in a relationship with.

Magic Dance The Muse of dance has lost her rhythm.

X, Y and Z The letter Y is not happy with its position in life.

All in the Tea Leaves The loose leaf tea attempts to take over the teabags' territory.

Or you can find all my stories grouped together here.

Author's Picks: Nectar and Death at the Party!

Crossposts: http://scfrankles.livejournal.com/24436.html

I'm currently taking part in Flash Fiction Month over on DeviantArt, writing and posting a story of 55 to 1,000 words each day of July.

Here are links to the next batch if anyone's interested in taking a look:

Relaxing Clover attempts to relax at the Halcyon Spa. It's harder than she expected.

Tired After a cursed sleep of a hundred years, Princess Briar Rose does not wake up refreshed.

Grimm Times in the West A short Fairy Tale/Western crossover - told in reverse.

Word Play All the words in a play's script go on strike.

Stuffed My attempt at a psychological thriller. But though you can take the girl out of the comedy, it appears you can't take all the comedy out of the girl...

Victorian Humour An elderly pun looks back on his Victorian heyday.

Kids That Go Bump in the Night A collaboration written with the excellent writer ilyilaice. A kind of... non-film-noir film noir story - with two ten-year-old girl detectives.

The Hero's Return, Part Two Albert Braithwaite's cousin Robert comes to stay.

Or you can find all my stories so far grouped together here.

Author's Pick: Tired!

Crossposts: http://scfrankles.livejournal.com/24222.html

I'm currently taking part in Flash Fiction Month over on DeviantArt, writing and posting a story of 55 to 1,000 words each day of July.

Here are links to the first batch if anyone's interested in taking a look:

The Hero's Return Albert Braithwaite ponders on how much reward one man truly deserves.

In Bad Shape A rhombus arrives with interesting news for a line drawn between two points.

Restarting a Conversation A nice lady from the Articulation Association attempts to repair a conversation that has broken down.

The Elements of Attraction A grandmother attempts to play matchmaker after she's gone.

Show Your Working Out Discrimination against fractions in Mathematics.

Flying High A lady journalist plays fast and loose with the facts when reporting on the Wright brothers' first powered flight.

Bound Forms An adjective and a prefix are having marital problems.

Get Your Evil In Order Barry the Evil is being evil again. But sometimes he's his own worst enemy.

Author's pick: Restarting a Conversation!

And just adding it to this post because I was v. proud - my ACD microfic 'On The Shelf' was recently recced by

ancientreader on

221b_recs here.

Crossposts: https://scfrankles.livejournal.com/23811.html

I've just finished taking part in Flash Fiction Month over on DA - writing a story of 55 to 1,000 words each day of July. Here's links to the final batch of stories, if anyone wants to take a look:

A Wordy Romance

Feeling Positive About Being Neutral

Squashed

Pareidolia

Midlives Crisis

Depth

A Light in the Darkness

Or you can find all my stories grouped together here.

Author's Choice: Depth! A wishing well gets philosophical.

And that's the lot ^^ I've now got an awful lot of reading to catch up with on both sites...

At the moment I'm taking part in Flash Fiction Month over on DA - writing a story of 55 to 1,000 words each day of July. Here's links to the next batch of stories, if anyone wants to take a look:

Smoke Gets In Your Eyes

The Big Break-Up

Let Sleeping Bags Lie

Shop

Setting The Stage

Dress-Down Wednesday

The Things That Come Out of Your Mouth

Or you can find all my stories grouped together here.

Author's Choice: Smoke Gets In Your Eyes! A tale of firefighter homunculi, hopeless love, humors and humour.

At the moment I'm taking part in Flash Fiction Month over on DA - writing a story of 55 to 1,000 words each day of July. Here's links to my next batch of stories, if anyone wants to take a look:

Planning is Key

Rock Vs. Paper Vs. Scissors

Find The Missing Word

Um and Er

Away With The Fairies

It's Tea Time

The Power of Laughter

Lock Up Your Daughters

Kissers and Cakeholes

Or you can find all my stories grouped together here.

Author's Choice: Find The Missing Word! A wordplay mystery in the form of a 369'er - that is, three separate but interrelated stories of exactly 69 words each.

At the moment I'm taking part in Flash Fiction Month over on DA - writing a story of 55 to 1,000 words each day of July.

Here's links to the first batch, if anyone wants to have a look:

Noir Comedy

Dream Job

Blue Fairy

Undercover

Red Herring

The Hearing Aid

Underneath the Stars

Laura's Debut

Author's Pick: Noir Comedy! A humorous crossover between Commedia dell'arte and Detective Noir. (Oh, there was some Googling that day...)

And so, Flash Fiction Month on dA has come to an end. Here's my last batch of stories:

The Dragon and St. George

A Journey From A - Z

Hex the Unknown

Dung

Remaining Stationery [sic]

Or you can find all my stories grouped together here.

Author's Pick: A Journey From A - Z

And now for my next trick...

I will be having a go at a couple of the

watsons_woes JWP amnesty prompts (the domestic hazards one seems rife with possibilities...), and throughout August I will be doing recs for

221b_recs!

Another batch of dA Flash Fiction Month stories ^^ :

Pianos Are Not Just For Christmas

Wanted: Baby Shoes

That Blessed Karaoke

Losing

A Tired Pun

The Magpie Finds Some Friends

Dealt A Bad Hand

Or you can find all my stories grouped together here.

Author's Pick: The Magpie Finds Some Friends!

Here's my next batch of dA Flash Fiction Month stories for any interested parties ^^ :

A Snowflake's Chance

To Whom It May Concern

Going Bananas

Lait Fatale

Haring Off

A Slice of Life

Summoned

Or you can find all my stories grouped together here.

Author's Picks: A Snowflake's Chance and Haring Off!

Still taking part in Flash Fiction Month over on dA. Here's my next batch of stories if anyone wants to take a look:

I Was A Teenage Werechicken

The Good Guy

Tip of My Tongue

Flamed

Life Begins At 40

Heroes

A Saga of Cereal

Or you can find all my stories grouped together here.

Author's Pick: Tip of My Tongue!

And all best wishes to

marta_bee on your birthday ^^

I'm currently taking part in Flash Fiction Month over on dA - writing a piece of microfiction 55-1000 words long every day during July.

I said I'd provide links to the stories, so here's the first five if anyone is interested:

Catty

Plattery Will Get You Nowhere

A Spooky Ghost's Story

Heart's Ease

Judgmental

If you've only time for one, I recommend A Spooky Ghost's Story!

(A/N: Just updating my journal because it's been a while... ^^")

It was introduced to is by a third person. There had been another verb but it had just been going through a phrase. Is was special.

Soon the contractions began and it’s was born.

“It’s got my i,” beamed is.

It smiled weakly. Thank the lexicon is would never know about that liaison with has.

The case had taken three days. After putting Catherine (aged 5 months) down for a nap, her father had finally managed to convince Sherlock (aged 37) to get some sleep too.

John made his way downstairs, and arrived back in 221A’s kitchen to find Mary and Mrs Hudson had moved on from looking at photographs of the latter’s new great-nephew.

“So you really were an exotic dancer,” said Mary.

John automatically glanced at the photo album, caught a glimpse of feathers and sequins and looked hastily away again.

“It wasn’t…” Mrs Hudson waved her hands vaguely. “It was more, you know… burlesque.”

Mary grinned. “Were you any good?”

John rested his hand on Mary’s shoulder. “I’m sure Mrs Hudson doesn’t want to talk about that.”

Mary turned and smiled at him. “You’re not embarrassed, are you?”

“Of course not,” said John. “Mrs Hudson taking her clothes off. Why would that be embarrassing?”

He picked up his cup of tea and took a large swig.

“Were you any good?” asked Mary.

“Not bad,” said Mrs Hudson, smiling a little.

“I bet you had lots of fans,” said Mary.

Mrs Hudson’s smile became rather more mischievous. “Just two actually.”

She stood up and demonstrated with a couple of feather dusters while Mary giggled.

John stared at the ceiling and prayed for temporary blindness.

A/N: Sherlock fanfiction: a 221B - a story in 221 words, final word beginning with "b". Holmes and Watson created by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle; Sherlock and John property of Moffat and Gatiss, and the BBC.

221B form invented by KCScribbler (KCS).

“John,” said Sherlock. “The body is merely transport. Appearances don’t matter.”

“Sherlock,” said John. “We are dressed as a couple of giant teapots.”

“We don’t have time for all this,” said Lestrade, as Donovan grinned broadly beside him. “Get out into the theme park and work out which teacup murdered the manager.”

“That’s her,” said Sherlock.

John glanced discreetly at a yellow teacup. “No teaspoon?”

“Exactly,” said Sherlock. “She’s disposed of the murder weapon.”

The teacup turned slightly in their direction and abruptly made a run for it.

Two teapots gave chase.

“She’s too far ahead,” panted John.

“Police!” yelled Sherlock at the holidaymakers. “Stop that teacup!”

A horde of small girls in yellow and brown t-shirts, and a very attractive woman, detached themselves from the crowd and stampeded after the rogue piece of crockery.

John watched in admiration as they rapidly caught up with the teacup —the children pinning her down by the saucer, while the adult hung onto her handle for grim death.

Sherlock spoke into his mobile: “Lestrade? Come and make the arrest.”

Lestrade beamed at the attractive lady as he shook her hand.

“She’s already attached,” said Sherlock.

Lestrade and the lady exchanged an embarrassed smile.

“Thank you, Sherlock,” muttered Lestrade.

Sherlock ignored him.

“This is Screech Owl,” he explained. “The teacup was apprehended by her Brownies.”

Author's Notes: For

thesmallhobbit. Because I've just realised "Brownies" begins with a "b".

Sherlock fanfiction: a 221B - a story in 221 words, final word beginning with "b". Holmes and Watson created by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle; Sherlock and John property of Moffat and Gatiss, and the BBC.

221B form invented by KCScribbler (KCS).

"You? Doing jury service?" grinned John, reading his flatmate's letter.

"I will kill Mycroft," said Sherlock.

Both sides had concluded their arguments.

"Well, it looks straightforward to me," said the foreman, in the jury room. "I don’t think he did the burglary. The prosecution's case was pretty flimsy."

There was general agreement to this.

Sherlock smiled.

"Guilty," said the bewildered foreman.

"Guilty?" said the judge, surprised despite himself.

“Yes,” said the foreman. He paused for a moment, concentrating. “His laces indicate his alibi is false, his posture tells us he’s been in the area where the burglary took place, and his chronic dandruff suggests he’s actually been inside the burgled property. Oh, and the defendant needs 37 other offences to be taken into consideration.” The foreman glanced briefly behind him. “Probably."

From the back row, Sherlock nodded in satisfaction.

John gazed at the stunned-looking jurors gathering in the entrance hall.

"What went on in there?" he asked.

"John," said Sherlock, "you know I can't talk about what happens in the jury room."

He swept out and John hurried after him, passing the shaken foreman who was being collected by a friend.

"Are you OK?" John heard her ask. "Do you want me to drive you home?"

"Not yet," he said. "After that legal experience, I feel myself called to the bar."

Author's Notes: Sherlock fanfiction: a 221B - a story in 221 words, final word beginning with "b". Holmes and Watson created by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle; Sherlock and John property of Moffat and Gatiss, and the BBC.

221B form invented by KCScribbler (KCS).

Bride/Groom

Wife/Husband

/Widower

Sherlock strode into the living room, wearing a kilt. It revealed rather a lot of thigh—the effect being more Mary Quant than Rob Roy.

John glanced up briefly from his laptop. “You’ve got mine on,” he said.

“The hire company must have mixed up the labels,” said Sherlock, glaring at his hemline.

John snickered.

“Are you going to behave tonight?” he asked, as he put his laptop aside. “Scottish country dancing has no place for mavericks. You’ll have to work as part of a team.”

Sherlock’s lips twitched, ever so slightly.

Mrs Hudson was a nifty little mover, despite the hip.

“Thanks for standing in,” she said. “Larry and Ken have been arrested.”

Sherlock smiled. “Anything for you.”

“Why are we actually here?” said John after Mrs Hudson had moved away.

“To pass on smugglers’ secret messages through the medium of dance steps,” said Sherlock.

“Of course,” said John.

John grinned to himself as Sherlock led the troupe of increasingly bewildered dancers through a subtly altered version of The Bees of Maggieknockater. When it was over, the onlookers applauded politely and an elderly woman discreetly made her exit.

“Right,” said Sherlock. “That’s the receiver directed into the waiting arms of the police.”

“So what now?” asked John.

“I think,” said Sherlock, straightening his kilt, “we’ve earned ourselves some uisge beatha.”

Author's Notes: Sherlock fanfiction: a 221B - a story in 221 words, final word beginning with "b". Holmes and Watson created by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle; Sherlock and John property of Moffat and Gatiss, and the BBC.

221B form invented by KCScribbler (KCS).

“The cat did it.”

A bizarre case—woman suffocated in her sleep by her cat dozing on her face.

“Can’t arrest him,” said DI McGonagle. “Better phone the RSPCA, Sergeant.”

Pompom smugly washed his paws.

Handy that a cat isn’t legally responsible for his actions, but can be named sole beneficiary in his owner’s will.

A/N: This story was inspired by a conversation I had with my sister. (We do rather slander the feline lodger. He's actually lovely, and keeps the face-jumping to the bare minimum.)

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Entries tagged with flash fiction

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