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An example of some of
my rather early creative non-fanfiction work.
However, despite the fact that it hasn’t been edited since its completion
about three years ago, I still find it highly entertaining. |
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W: Hullo everyone, this is Dr. Watson here,
and we are going to go have breakfast right now. And. . .well. . .I don’t
know why I’m turning this on right now, but—where’s Holmes? Anyway, you get
what I mean, and I need to ring the bell. Where’s Mrs.-I mean, the
bell for Mrs. Hudson. You get what I mean? (bell) Hear it downstairs?
Here she comes. (stairs, knocks) Come in Mrs. Hudson. (door) MH: Good morning doctor. Here’s your breakfast. (thud) W: Hmm. Thank you. Goodbye, Mrs. Hudson. MH: Bye! (door) W: All right, let’s see. Eggs and ham . . . and . . . bacon. All right, we are still waiting for Holmes. I don’t know where he is right now . . . but--Oh here he comes. H: (door) Hello Watson, let’s have breakfast. W: Wait, I think I hear someone downstairs! (bell) Someone is ringing the bell. (door downstairs, incomprehensible speech, door downstairs, stairs, knocks, ) S: Holmes, Holmes, are you in?! Holmes, are you in?! H: Goodness! come in S: (door) Mr. Holmes! Mr. Holmes! Something terrible has happened! Something Terrible has happened! H: What is it,
S: (pants) My. . .my fiancé. . .she’s been MURDERED! H: (pause) What? W: Your fiancé? I didn’t know you were getting married. S: Yes. I just engaged to her, just a week ago, and this morning I came to bring her flowers and—well she was dead, that’s all. It’s horrible! Mr. Holmes! You have to help me! H: Well, S: No, no, I can’t have any breakfast. (faint) W: He fainted. Quick, get some brandy. S: (cough) H: Better now? S: Excuse my weakness, but I don’t know what to do! Poor Cindy! Poor Cindy! H: Her name’s Cindy? Cindy what? S: Cindy Walker. I met her in the park about five months ago. We’ve been taking to each other ever since, and then . . . then I came this morning. . .and. . . well, I told you all that already. It’s horrible! H: Well. . . let’s have breakfast first, and then we can go
and. take a look at the scene of the crime. All right, S: All right. W: Don’t faint again! S: I. . . . I’ll try not to! W: All right.
Well, everyone out there in radio land, this is turning out to be a sad case,
so, anyway. Poor II W: . . Now in H: Not so
fast, Watson. I’m going to take a look at the flower beds, first. (pause)
Hmm. Not a single footprint. Yet here on the path. Well, S: Like this? H: Yes, yes, that’s it. Ah ha, I found your track. There’s the constable’s shoe and. . .see. That, I perceive. . .mhmmm. Very interesting. So, normally, Mr. Walker was a very retired person, a widower, a father, (until yesterday, anyhow) and Hopkins, who are the maid and butler of this house? S: There are only two, I believe. Laura and—was it Robert? No, it was Edward. Baring. Two very civilized folk, and . . . Well they’re very devoted to the Walker Family. They’ve been with them for many, many years, many, many, many years. H: How many? S: I don’t know. H: Well,
‘many’ is not an exact number, but anyhow, I could take it that they have been. . .well anyhow, doesn’t matter. Does it? Anyway,
let’s go and… Wow! This fic is unfinished! They don’t call this site ‘Unfinished Fanfics’ for nothing!!! It will be continued though (someday) So you could say that it’s technically ‘Under Construction’
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED: I am making no money off of this, and this site isn’t either.
However, all of this is mine. That means that it came out of my own head at
one time or another. J.K. Rowling, as awesome as she is, didn’t make a word
of this up. Neither did Tony Blair. Nor any other person but me. Muahahaha! That means you can’t take it or any of the
characters and call it/them your own. Score! |
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