Writing sample: (Notes: the character this sample is about isn't Sherlock himself, but another person from another canon. Said sample has been lifted from one of my more recent fics, but if you want, I can write another one!)
It’s as he’s walking back to the hotel that he bumps into someone. Or, well, to be exact, he collides into a brick wall, except brick walls don’t move. And they certainly don’t wear green-and-purple monstrosities with yellow-and-red trousers.
…who even wears those these days? Outside of the Fools’ Guild, anyway.
“Oh, I’m so terribly sorry,” a voice booms, and William thinks, Oh, yes, there go my eardrums. “I wasn’t looking! Clumsy of me, really…”
“No,” he manages, “it’s fine. It’s fine, really.”
He staggers to his feet and almost chokes back a groan.
Oh, he’d recognize that face anywhere.
“Mr. Wintler,” he begins, “I thought you weren’t allowed to travel to London.”
The man gives him a blank stare, then laughs. “Oh, but I’ve always been in London!” he exclaims. “You must be mistaking me for my cousin.”
…oh, gods, Wintler has a cousin. Well, it isn’t like they probably share the same poor sense of humorous vegetables in common, right?
“And you,” Wintler’s cousin continues, “must be William de Worde, right? My cousin’s told me all about you! You’re famous in our family, the bloke who started the Ankh-Morpork times!”
“I’m flattered, really,” William weakly replies. “But I should really go, I have to get back to my hotel…”
“Don’t go yet!” the other man bellows, and again his eardrums are ringing with the sheer force. Doesn’t he know how to turn down the volume on his voice? “It’s just that I’ve got a really funny leek for you…”
I really should’ve expected that.
“Actually, sir,” he finally says, “I’m not here for humorous vegetables, I’m here for the Sherlock Holmes story. Please dump your funny leek somewhere, I’ve had quite enough of vegetables for a lifetime, especially ones that have a silly shape or a human face.”
Unfortunately, the man is, after all, built like a brick wall, and could probably mess up his head and break his arms if he so chooses, and so somehow the words get rearranged and scrambled from brain to mouth into, “Erm, really?”
The man beams. “Yep!”
“Well, unfortunately,” he manages to say, “I’m rather peckish right now, and whatever vegetable you might have on hand may just be eaten. And I don’t have a camera so I can take a picture of it before I do, so. You can save it for later, perhaps?”
He silently revels in his victory as the man sighs. “Okay,” he says. “I’ll bring a camera tomorrow, then! And then you can put it in your newspaper, and we can all have a laugh the next family reunion.”
“Yes,” he weakly says. “That’s…rather thoughtful of you. Thank you. Please go, though, I’d like to go back to my hotel.”
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(Notes: the character this sample is about isn't Sherlock himself, but another person from another canon. Said sample has been lifted from one of my more recent fics, but if you want, I can write another one!)
It’s as he’s walking back to the hotel that he bumps into someone. Or, well, to be exact, he collides into a brick wall, except brick walls don’t move. And they certainly don’t wear green-and-purple monstrosities with yellow-and-red trousers.
…who even wears those these days? Outside of the Fools’ Guild, anyway.
“Oh, I’m so terribly sorry,” a voice booms, and William thinks, Oh, yes, there go my eardrums. “I wasn’t looking! Clumsy of me, really…”
“No,” he manages, “it’s fine. It’s fine, really.”
He staggers to his feet and almost chokes back a groan.
Oh, he’d recognize that face anywhere.
“Mr. Wintler,” he begins, “I thought you weren’t allowed to travel to London.”
The man gives him a blank stare, then laughs. “Oh, but I’ve always been in London!” he exclaims. “You must be mistaking me for my cousin.”
…oh, gods, Wintler has a cousin. Well, it isn’t like they probably share the same poor sense of humorous vegetables in common, right?
“And you,” Wintler’s cousin continues, “must be William de Worde, right? My cousin’s told me all about you! You’re famous in our family, the bloke who started the Ankh-Morpork times!”
“I’m flattered, really,” William weakly replies. “But I should really go, I have to get back to my hotel…”
“Don’t go yet!” the other man bellows, and again his eardrums are ringing with the sheer force. Doesn’t he know how to turn down the volume on his voice? “It’s just that I’ve got a really funny leek for you…”
I really should’ve expected that.
“Actually, sir,” he finally says, “I’m not here for humorous vegetables, I’m here for the Sherlock Holmes story. Please dump your funny leek somewhere, I’ve had quite enough of vegetables for a lifetime, especially ones that have a silly shape or a human face.”
Unfortunately, the man is, after all, built like a brick wall, and could probably mess up his head and break his arms if he so chooses, and so somehow the words get rearranged and scrambled from brain to mouth into, “Erm, really?”
The man beams. “Yep!”
“Well, unfortunately,” he manages to say, “I’m rather peckish right now, and whatever vegetable you might have on hand may just be eaten. And I don’t have a camera so I can take a picture of it before I do, so. You can save it for later, perhaps?”
He silently revels in his victory as the man sighs. “Okay,” he says. “I’ll bring a camera tomorrow, then! And then you can put it in your newspaper, and we can all have a laugh the next family reunion.”
“Yes,” he weakly says. “That’s…rather thoughtful of you. Thank you. Please go, though, I’d like to go back to my hotel.”
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