While I continue to play catch up, I’ll be sharing some of my favorite blogs! Starting out with this fun interview titled POSTCARDS! Thanks to mydogwatson for this fun opportunity so long ago! Enjoy! -Rose aka Blogger
So I’ve done Blogs on collecting, art and cosplay! But I’ve done nothing on my favorite part of the Sherlock verse yet, and that’s the fan-fiction! I love reading fan stories! My favorite stories, all come from a stack of Postcards! These Postcards are stories of John and Sherlock, posted by my friend mydogwatson! She’s brilliant! Why are they called Postcards? I’ll let mydogwatson tell you and then I’ll share some of her favorites!
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Sherlock Fans: How long have you been writing Sherlock stories, and when were you first introduced to the series?
mydogwatson: I wrote a few Sherlock Holmes stories years ago, just for myself. With this show, I started writing between season one and season two. I watched the first episode the night it aired in the USA and was in love immediately.
John Watson has been reading and learning so much, as he continues to work! Mycroft continues on his quest to be queen! 🙂 And Sherlock takes on his first case…The Case Of Ananda Holmes! All in this next chapter of Memento Vivere by mydogwatson! Amazing art by arashicat!
Enjoy a short teaser as always…
So this was legwork.
After more than two hours dawdling behind the rundown gambling den, Mycroft knew that this sort of activity was not really his forte. He was miserable, honestly, and also uneasy because he did not really know what would happen when—-if—-the man he was waiting for actually appeared. There were secret passwords involved, for heaven’s sake.
He felt a bit of a fool.
The cold air was seeping into his shoes, so he stamped his feet to get the blood flowing. Unexpectedly, he thought of India, of the warmth that had enveloped him, but that was only a memory now.
And that was was a dangerous line of thought. Memories.
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On one’s own… Both young Sherlock Holmes and John Watson, must learn to live without their brothers in this next chapter of Memento Vivere! Brilliantly written by mydogwatson! Amazing art by arashicat!
A teaser as always…
It was a fortnight later when he received a letter from Sherlock. The handwriting was overly tidy, rather than the usual impatient scrawl his brother produced, so clearly he had made an effort.
Dear Mycroft,
I do not know if you have heard about my mother. She has gone missing and I fear the worst. Father is quite upset. I think he would be glad if you came home now, because I am not a very good son. He seems to forget that I am here, which is actually fine, but I am sure that he would pay attention to you. I would be glad of your homecoming as well.
You have not written to me in some time, so maybe I am not a good brother either. I could do better, I think, if you were here.
Your brother, Sherlock
Mycroft carefully folded the letter and returned it to the envelope, deliberately not looking at the wall above his desk.
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Dark times for both a young Sherlock and John, in this next chapter of Memento Vivere. For Mycroft, he finds a new opportunity awaiting him. Beautiful art above by Aumael on DeviantArt! Read the complete chapter at Young Men At Anguish.
A very short teaser…
Despite the warmth in the room and the shawl wrapped around his shoulders, Sherlock realized that he was shivering at the sudden understanding that nothing was going to be ordinary ever again if Mummy did not come back.
He looked up and saw that his father was staring at him.
“Would someone get that boy to bed,” Father barked. “Now, William.”
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There are hints of a future in the military, as John Watson now proudly wears a uniform. Sherlock struggles with the fact he may have to leave home, just as Mycroft had. And Mycroft Holmes is surrounded by Goldfish in this next chapter of Memento Vivere! Amazing art by ermitanyongpalits on DeviantArt!
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As always we share a teaser…
He was so proud of his uniform.
Every night, he brushed down the coat and polished the brass buttons until they gleamed. His job at the telegraph office meant that he was able to buy bread every day and maybe even a bit of beef occasionally. Mum would smile and pat his head when he came home with fresh bread and a small cut of meat.
Harry would always speak up, bragging about how he was now decorating hats rather than just cutting felt. John did not envy him that job, however. It meant spending twelve hours every day but Sunday, bent over the worktable in a crowded room with dim lighting. In addition, Harry had to put up with their father’s constant jibes about the kind of boy who spent his life ‘sticking fucking shiny bits and feathers on hats’.
The old man himself was most often too insensible with the gin to work many days in a week. Mam still went out to do laundry for several families, which helped a bit. All in all, things were somewhat better than they had been,
John was miserable.
Oh, he did not mind the job; in fact, he enjoyed being able to run all over London. Liked ringing the bells at the doors of grand houses in Mayfair and chatting with the young maids who sometimes opened those doors and who were clearly impressed by his uniform. They batted their eyes at him and giggled. Of course, he enjoyed the salary, small as it was and the occasional extra pence or two a stone-faced butler would sometimes give him. And he was not picking up dog shite all day.
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In this chapter we meet a young John Watson, struggling with a very poor family. Mycroft continues his education while making time to write a young Sherlock, who is now collecting butterflies! The year’s continue to fly by in this next chapter by mydogwatson!Art above by GorryBear at DeviantArt.com!
But both of the other boys were bigger than he and one of them had a cudgel. None of that kept John from fighting like a demon for his three pennies, of course. It had taken him all day to earn those precious coins; hours of picking up dog shite and then selling the bagful to one of the tanneries. The money was meant to buy some bread for his family.
Mam had scrounged up some tater scraps and even two carrot tops from somewhere and was planning to make soup, so she had told him to be sure to get a day-old loaf of bread to go with the broth. He had actually been on his way to see the baker, old DeFoy, at his shop just behind the pawn broker’s place when the attack came.
The feet and fists and cudgel used so effectively by the boys made bruises that John knew would hurt like the very devil by tomorrow morning, but he also knew that his father would do worse when he arrived home empty-handed. Unless he struck luckily and the old man had already passed out from the gin. His mam would not beat him, but instead only look at him with too-familiar disappointment on her pale, gaunt face. He sometimes thought that her constant disappointment was worse than the beatings because he did try so very hard.
Harry would no doubt mock him as usual; just because he, at nine, was a year older than John, as well as a little bit taller, he liked to lord it over him. His bent and useless leg did not keep him from the taunting, but there was little retribution, as John did not think it right to hit a cripple.
When he was alone again in the alley, John used the sleeve of his filthy shirt to wipe the blood from his face, deciding that there was nothing for it except to go home.
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Bonding with his baby brother Sherlock, Mycroft leaves for school far too soon. Enjoy this next chapter of Memento Vivere as much as I have at Leaving Home! Art above by GorryBear at DeviantArt.com!
Teaser below!
The days remaining until his departure seemed to pass more quickly than time normally did, although rationally Mycroft knew that such was not the case. But there were fittings to be had for his tail coats, striped black trousers, and black waistcoats. In addition, there were other necessary purchases to be made and the selecting of items that would go into the two large trunks being packed. Add in the deciding of which books he wanted to take with him and Mycroft was kept very busy indeed. He missed his lazy afternoons with Sherlock.
Almost at the end of the preparations, he carefully wrapped and packed two other items in the case that would stay with him though-out the voyage: the daguerreotype of his mother as a young woman and the silver urn that contained her ashes. The responsibility of carrying the ashes to England was not one he resented. Then, finally, he packed his journals and the binoculars.
Just as he finished, there was a soft tap at his door. “Come in,” he said.
The door opened and Ananda stepped in, a small brown paper wrapped parcel in her hand. “I have a gift for you,” she said.
Mycroft pushed himself up from the floor and she handed him the parcel. “Thank you,” he said, before carefully unwrapping it. Inside was a small watercolor painting of Sherlock sitting in the garden and smiling.
Ananda gave him a gentle pat on his arm. “So he can be with you always. And be assured that William will have the tintype for which you sat last week to look upon.”
As always, once you’ve read this chapter leave a comment, mydogwatson would love to hear from you! Find the full chapter at Leaving Home!
After dealing with the death of his mother, Mycroft is facing a new stepmother and chooses to run away. The interesting part is, he meets this young boy named Sebastian and instantly I thought Sebastian Moran! Enjoy this new chapter and please leave mydogwatson some feedback, she’d love to hear from you! This adorable art by MachoMachi! Follow MachoMachi on DeviantArt at https://machomachi.deviantart.com/
A bit of a teaser as always!
“Come in, Mycroft,” his father said.
Mycroft opened the door and stepped into the room. His father was sitting in one of the leather wing chairs, as expected, but he was not alone. A woman was perched on the edge of the settee, looking to be on the verge of flight if it should prove necessary. She was dressed in a fashionable long skirt and a basque, both in pale ivory with elaborate embroidery. Her long dark hair was pinned up, topped with a small yellow straw hat adorned with small white flowers.
Mycroft recognized her immediately. He had last seen her in Simla, on the night his mother died.
>Father finally spoke, breaking the uneasy silence. “This is Miss Ananda Patel Fleming. And this is my son, Mycroft.”
“I remember her,” Mycroft replied. “Although I never knew her name.”
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