Sherlock Holmes must have been a very bad neighbour. There were the hours of violin practice. There was the drug use. There were the visits at all times of day and night to his chambers: clients in noisy distress, criminals bristling with violence, coppers clumping up the 17 stairs that led from the muddy street to the first-floor door. There was the laboratory in the sitting-room, where he mixed malodorous broths upon an acid-scarred bench. And there were the occasions when, in one of his “queer humours”, Holmes would sit in a fireside armchair with his “hair-trigger [revolver] and a hundred Boxer cartridges” and “proceed to adorn the opposite wall with a patriotic V.R. [Victoria Regina] done in bullet-pocks”. Party-wall agreements don’t usually cover handgun graffiti-art.
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I went to the Renaissance faire dressed as a warrior. I had a real sword with me, too. I was standing (in character) next to a sword-fighting ring, where kids of all ages got the chance to pick up a sword and challenge the champion. Some woman walks by, with her little girl. The girl starts walking towards the ring, saying she wants to fight. But the mom pulled her away hella sharply, and was like, “That’s for boys.” You don’t want to be a BOY, do you?” And the girl looked around and saw me. I think she thought I was a boy; I had my hair in a ponytail, and was wearing a hood. So she comes up to me and asks me, “Do you think girls can be fighters, too?” And her mom looks like she’s silently gloating. Like she thinks I’m going to say no. So I take off my hood, untie my hair so that it flows freely, and kneel before her. And I’m like, “Milady, anyone can be a fighter.” I swear, the look on that mother’s face made my day.
Dear Mr. Vernon, we accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. What we did was wrong. But we think you’re crazy to make an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us. In the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. But what we found out is that each one of us is a brain, and an athlete, and a basket case, a princess, and a criminal. Does that answer your question? Sincerely yours, the Breakfast Club.
The Breakfast Club (1985)
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Do you like writing short stories? Last year we came up with a popular post, titled 10 brilliant reasons to write short stories. Now we’ve listed 10 Short Story Competitions that are still open for entries this year.
Short Sharp Stories - Incredible Journey - Enter by 30 November 2014
2015 Commonwealth Short Story Prize - Enter by 15 November 2014
TechSmart Gigabyte South African Sci-Fi Short Story Competition - Enter by 31 October 2014
The Nova Short Story Competition - Enter by 30 September 2014
Black Pear Press Short Story Competition! - Enter by 26 September 2014
Writer’s Digest Short Short Story Competition - Enter by 17 November 2014
Hackney Literary Award for Short Stories - Enter by 30 November 2014
The Bloody Parchment Short Story Competition 2014 - Enter by 31 October 2014
The Fish Short Story Prize - Enter by 30 November 2014
InkTears International Short Story Competition 2014 - Enter by 30 November 2014
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Currently in the middle of reading Jack, July and the jury is still out about whether I like it. Which is kinda why I like it?
Collin Henderson is a Toronto based front-end developer and designer, and this is his workspace.
This is my new workspace! I’m a web developer in Toronto, Canada, and when I’m not in the office downtown, this is where I get things done. It’s almost entirely from Ikea. The big computer is a 3.2Ghz quad core i5 27” iMac, and the laptop is my personal 13” retina MacBook Pro.
there are probably more lost bobby pins than there are people in this world