Welcome to Holmes Minor!

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Welcome to holmes_minor! A brand new comm dedicated to microfiction and poetry set in the ACD Sherlock Holmes ‘verse.

holmes_minor is a sister comm to the long established sherlock60. As you may already know, over there we write 60 word fics and poems inspired by individual stories in the canon. But we’ve decided to expand our horizons and start up a comm where we can try all kinds of microfiction and poetry, and where we can write in the ACD Holmes ‘verse in general.

The basic rule for holmes_minor is simply that your piece must always be 500 words or less. AUs, crossovers and fusions are all permitted, as long as the characters remain essentially recognisable as the original ACD versions. But please see the profile for the full guidelines on how to post.

You must be a member before you can post to holmes_minor—but that is only to avoid any problems with spam posting. Everyone is welcome to join, and all membership requests will be dealt with ASAP—usually within 24 hours. Once you are a member, you can post whenever and whatever you like, as long as you keep to the wordcount and the ACD Holmes ‘verse.


To get you started, here is our very first monthly prompt:


Small but perfectly formed.


Do feel free to ask any questions in the comments. And watch out for another post on 15th March! We will be asking for suggestions then on what you would like to see happen in holmes_minor in the future.

Fic: Mathews: PG

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Title: Mathews
Form: 221B
Characters/Pairings: Holmes, Mathews
Rating: PG
Warnings/Content: Canon-typical violence
Author’s Notes: "My collection of M's is a fine one," said he. "Moriarty himself is enough to make any letter illustrious, and here is Morgan the poisoner, and Merridew of abominable memory, and Mathews, who knocked out my left canine in the waiting-room at Charing Cross…” Written for the March 2016 Prompt: Small but perfectly formed. Also on AO3.


“Been waiting long, Mr. Holmes..?”

Holmes lowered his newspaper and stared with distaste at the man who had just joined him in the waiting room of Charing Cross station.

“Mathews.”

Holmes returned his gaze to his paper.

“I’m afraid I don’t have time to waste on you at the moment. I have a train to catch and a most interesting case to investigate. Our… appointment… will have to wait for another time.”

Holmes turned the page and Mathews stepped nearer.

“But that’s not good enough, Mr. Holmes. You wanted to see me…”

Mathews leaned forward.

“Well, then. Here I am.”

There was a pause.

Then Holmes threw the paper aside and leapt to his feet, just as Mathews reached inside his coat pocket.

A fist connected smartly with Mathews’ jaw. Mathews staggered but rallied.

He grabbed Holmes round the throat, there was a flash of metal in Holmes’s mouth and—

“Aaaargh!”

Mathews smiled in satisfaction. “There. All done.”

Holmes clutched at his face. “You bloody dentists!”

“Well, it had to be done! It was cracked! Rotten!”

Mathews looked down at the tooth clutched in his hand.

Which was whole.

Perfect.

He looked up at Holmes.

“Er… I think you might need another appointment.”

Mathews smiled weakly.

“I’ve removed your left upper canine. It should have been the one on the bottom.”