19 November 2012 @ 10:57 am
My first time attempting a 221B (for those who don't know, 221 words, the last one starting with B).
I know it's ridiculously soppy, but I'd had a bad day and really needed something cosy. (Also, I dare you not to be soppy when you're listening to Explosions In The Sky. Best band for feels.) 

Courteously britpicked by the very lovely [ profile] epanaphoric. Apparently, even in a couple hundred words, "there's always something". Also [ profile] overlimits, as ever giver of confidence boosts.

under the cut )

Current Music: The Only Moment We Were Alone - Explosions In The Sky
Current Mood: sore
18 August 2012 @ 02:12 am
Welp. I haven't written in this journal for months, and when I do it's to post fic? Oh well. Could be worse.

This is the very first ficlet I've written in Sherlock fandom-- I don't usually wait so long before charging through, but I love these characters so much, I almost have a reverential fear of trying to capture them in words. I hope I didn't fail completely.

Rating: PG
Summary: John goes back to 221B to try and start dealing with the mess Sherlock left behind. Things don't go so well.
A/N: Beta'd and britpicked by the lovely Alice. All remaining mistakes are mine.
Wordcount: 1312

I used to live alone before I knew you. )

Current Mood: accomplished