[Sherlock Holmes ACD] --- Come back to haunt (JWP#12 2015)
Title: Come back to haunt
Theme: Watson's Woes July Writing Prompts 2015
Prompt: #12 Doyle vs. Dogs: Toby notwithstanding, dogs got a raw deal in Sherlock Holmes Canon - shot, poisoned, thrown out windows, stung by jellyfish. Feature a dog in your entry in some way (preferably without dying) from any incarnation of Sherlock Holmes - Redbeard, Gladstone, the Dog that Did Nothing, or even an honorary “dog” like Clyde the tortoise. Needless to say, Sherlock Hound stories count.
Author: Alaylith
Rating: General Audiences
Universe: ACD
Characters: Watson, Holmes
Warning: supernatural hint, that could be nothing or something more... also written in a rush, not beta'd and mostly written with only one hand
WordCount: 221b
Summary: They bring back more from Dartmoor than just memories...
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Watsun runs, over hills and boulders, he runs as fast as he can.
But the howling of the hound stays with him, hunting him through the swamps.
Watson tries to speed up, but he falters and falls to the ground.
As he looks up he looks directly into the glowing eyes of the demonic creature, it's breath caressing his face.
Watson looks into the eyes, knowing that he looks upon Death itself, when suddenly the eyes change to a grey he knows so very well.
And in the next moment Death's face no longer looks like a hound but like Holmes.
"Watson?"
Watson opens his eyes and jumps a little surprised, but Holmes lays a calming hand on his shoulder. "No worries, my friend, but we have reached London."
Watson looks around, recognizing their compartment in the train and wipes a weary hand over his face.
"I apologize, old fellow, for falling asleep on you," Watson says and Holmes shakes his head, raising to gather their bags. "It is alright, there was not much sleep to get on this case.
But soon we are back home, leaving those old and dark moors behind us forever."
Watson nods slowly and gets up to follow Holmes, but the moment Holmes turns away from him Watson could swear he saw his eyes glow black.
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Theme: Watson's Woes July Writing Prompts 2015
Prompt: #12 Doyle vs. Dogs: Toby notwithstanding, dogs got a raw deal in Sherlock Holmes Canon - shot, poisoned, thrown out windows, stung by jellyfish. Feature a dog in your entry in some way (preferably without dying) from any incarnation of Sherlock Holmes - Redbeard, Gladstone, the Dog that Did Nothing, or even an honorary “dog” like Clyde the tortoise. Needless to say, Sherlock Hound stories count.
Author: Alaylith
Rating: General Audiences
Universe: ACD
Characters: Watson, Holmes
Warning: supernatural hint, that could be nothing or something more... also written in a rush, not beta'd and mostly written with only one hand
WordCount: 221b
Summary: They bring back more from Dartmoor than just memories...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Watsun runs, over hills and boulders, he runs as fast as he can.
But the howling of the hound stays with him, hunting him through the swamps.
Watson tries to speed up, but he falters and falls to the ground.
As he looks up he looks directly into the glowing eyes of the demonic creature, it's breath caressing his face.
Watson looks into the eyes, knowing that he looks upon Death itself, when suddenly the eyes change to a grey he knows so very well.
And in the next moment Death's face no longer looks like a hound but like Holmes.
"Watson?"
Watson opens his eyes and jumps a little surprised, but Holmes lays a calming hand on his shoulder. "No worries, my friend, but we have reached London."
Watson looks around, recognizing their compartment in the train and wipes a weary hand over his face.
"I apologize, old fellow, for falling asleep on you," Watson says and Holmes shakes his head, raising to gather their bags. "It is alright, there was not much sleep to get on this case.
But soon we are back home, leaving those old and dark moors behind us forever."
Watson nods slowly and gets up to follow Holmes, but the moment Holmes turns away from him Watson could swear he saw his eyes glow black.
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