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Memento Vivere: The Root to All Grief

In Chapter Two of Memento Vivere, a young Mycroft Holmes must deal with his mother’s illness, along with a father that’s never there. As always, amazing writing by mydogwatson, never a disappointment! Mycroft art by ladynlmda who can be found on deviantart!

Enjoy a teaser below and read the full chapter at The Root to All Grief!

Unusually, later that week, Father was in for dinner.

Nanny warned him, so Mycroft had donned a proper jacket and tie. Most evenings now, he sat alone at the table or invited Mr. Hall to join him, but the tutor seemed to feel that only once a week was it acceptable for them to dine together. Any more than that was, apparently, inappropriate. Other evenings, Mycroft just took a tray in his room with Nanny. That good woman sometimes seemed to be [prematurely] in a state of bereavement. All she lacked was the black crape.

Of course, they never talked about it either.

Father was already at the table when Mycroft walked in. A glass of whiskey sat in front of him. “Sir,” Mycroft said, before taking his seat.

“Mr. Hall reports that you are excelling in your studies,” Father said. “That speaks well of your future success when you go to school.”

Mycroft preferred to never think about the subject of going away to school. Going to a country of which he had no memory, having sailed away from it when he was less than six months of age. He did not speak until the young Sikh man whose name he had never actually learned had served their meal and slipped away again. “Mr. Hall is not tedious as a tutor,” he said then.

Teri never goes to an event without the boys, so look for these two in attendants! Little Sherlock and John returning to Baker Street Station.

We are honored to have Teri White, mydogwatson as our first official fan-fiction/writer guest! Teri has been a Sherlock fan for over 60 years, she is also a huge Johnlock fan, who’s published books in the past! Favorite stories include her Postcard collections, her Ficlets from 2017 & 2018, and my personal favorite Palimpsest! Teri will also be hosting the Fan-Fiction Panel, with others, and possibly a Shipper’s Panel!

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Memento Vivere

Now living in Honeycomb Cottage, Watson writes as Sherlock tends to his Bees. Another amazing story by mydogwatson! I know I need to post more of these, and I really need to take the time to read more! Art above by Amanda Tolleson on DeviantArt!

A teaser…

A man might play many roles in his lifetime, especially if, like me, he is fortunate enough to enter his sixth decade.

I have been a soldier. A surgeon. Companion and helpmate to the world’s only consulting detective. Lastly, but by no means least [I flatter myself to think] I have been a storyteller.

Of course, the great British public knows well the little tales of my many adventures with Sherlock Holmes as related in the pages of the Strand magazine and latterly in book form by George Newnes. Indeed, surprising to me [and more so Holmes] the popularity of these stories has expanded even beyond the shores of this sceptre’d isle to be known in much of the literate world.

But now that we both have withdrawn to a much quieter existence, there is one more tale to be told.

I write these words sitting in our cottage in Sussex. Of course, everyone knows that Holmes retired [rather prematurely in many minds] when the charms of crime-solving had begun to pall. That was due, he still insists, to a sad lack of creative, intelligent criminals and rather than duel with lesser examples, he was determined to tend bees and perhaps write the definitive study on the science of deduction. [As a side note, I mention that whilst the bees are flourishing, that great volume remains only a vague notion.]

Read the full story at Memento Vivere!

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These t-shirts and very limited!

The Game is a personal favorite, purchase this t-shirt at https://www.bonfire.com/the-game-3/

Our second shirt, we’ve titled The Tube, purchase that t-shirt at https://www.bonfire.com/the-tube/

This campaign ends in 5 days! So if you’d like to purchase a t-shirt, I’d buy it soon! These will not be for sale at or during the event!

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Purchase tickets at Sherlock Reenactment Dinner and remember it’s pre-registrants only. Mike Stanford will also be attending this wedding along with a young Sherlock!

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We NOW have a Facebook EVENT page!

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Two Georgian Gentlemen: A Tale

The two Gentlemen returning home, after an adventure.

John Watson reflects on how he first met Sherlock, while the two ready for a Christmas break. Another beautiful tale by mydogwatson, a story that was also a special gift from my favorite writer, I loved receiving a special copy in the mail.

A teaser as always… Enjoy the full story at Two Georgian Gentlemen: A Tale and be sure to leave a comment! 

The man was of about my own age, perhaps a bit younger, and he was as pale and lovely as a carved marble statue by Michelangelo or one of the other great artists of antiquity. Dark curls spilled about his head and the trousers he wore fit like a second skin. But despite the beauty on show and the sudden ache it spawned in my chest, there was more that captured and held my attention.

His eyes were bright, even in the sparsely-lit parlour, and to me, they looked improbably viridian and platinum as his gaze darted about the room with palpable curiosity.

Something told me that he was not here in search of some cheap illicit encounter with one of the sad painted boys

It was a moment before I realised that my contemplation of him was being returned in equal measure. His quick-silver gaze moved over me with that same sense of curiosity and somehow I felt that he knew me better even than I knew myself.

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Reenact those favorite moments during our Sign Of Three reenactment dinner, or change the story, we’ll let you decide!

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Postcards, and The Game Is Never Over!

A Retro Blog on mydogwatson, as she joins the guest list at The Game Is Never Over!

Honoring one of my favorite writers, my friend Teri aka mydogwatson! She’s been working on a new collection of Postcard Tales… And I had to share! Her stories are simply brilliant and she’s by far one of my favorite writers! Enjoy her latest collection, and we love you mydogwatson! The photo above from the making of Sherlock.

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In The Silence Between

It’s the tale of Sherlock’s life, beautifully told, while including his violin! My friend mydogwatson does it once again, she never disappoints!

As always we have a teaser…

John Watson was also a man who had dreadful nightmares. 

The first few times it happened, Sherlock was at a total loss as to what he should do. A proud man like John Watson would hardly want to be seen in such a situation. But at the same time, it did not seem right to just ignore the sounds coming from the upstairs bedroom. The tortured moans. The whimpers. The banging of a fist against the wall.

It had taken an embarrassingly long time for Sherlock to have an idea about how to help, although once he did, it seemed painfully obvious. He picked up his violin and briefly thought about what to play. Something Grandmama had once said came back to him.

“The most comforting and peaceful music ever composed, my lovely boy, isVenus The Bringer of Peace. Its exquisite tranquillity has the power to soothe my soul.”

Sherlock was not concerned at all by the matter of souls, but if there was anyone who deserved exquisite tranquillity, it was John Watson. So on nightmare nights, it was always the Holst that he played.

Sometimes when he played, it would just go quiet upstairs and he assumed that John had fallen back to sleep. Other nights John would get out of bed and pad barefooted into the sitting room, curl up in his chair and just listen to the music.

They never talked about it.

Sherlock liked to think that they didn’t need words. That the music was enough.

Enjoy the full story In The Silence Between and please share your thoughts on this amazing story, afterward!

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Anywhen…

Life has been incredibly busy for me, and I know you’ve heard this before, so I won’t bore you… Today though I made myself a cuppa of tea, and read mydogwatson‘s latest story: Anywhen! It’s a happy ending to a chain of stories, as John and Sherlock finish their little dance! I especially love the connection between the Victorian Holmes and Watson! Of course, I’ll tell no more than that, you’ll have to read for yourself!

Continue reading Anywhen…