Stories 100
Jun. 11th, 2006 07:29 pmTaking the plunge. Am requesting dearest darling Dr. John Watson.
| 001. | Beginnings | 002. | Middles | 003. | Ends | 004. | Hours | 005. | Days |
| 006. | Weeks | 007. | Months | 008. | Years | 009. | Sea | 010. | Shore |
| 011. | Faith | 012. | Trust | 013. | Respect | 014. | Joy | 015. | Sorrow |
| 016. | Purple. | 017. | Red. | 018. | Black. | 019. | White. | 020. | Blue |
| 021. | Friends | 022. | Enemies | 023. | Lovers | 024. | Family | 025. | Strangers. |
| 026. | Teammates | 027. | Parents | 028. | Children | 029. | Birth | 030. | Death |
| 031. | Sunrise | 032. | Sunset | 033. | Too Much | 034. | Not Enough | 035. | Sixth Sense |
| 036. | Smell | 037. | Sound | 038. | Touch | 039. | Taste | 040. | Sight. |
| 041. | Temptation | 042. | Whisper | 043. | Nightmare | 044. | Bittersweet | 045. | Guilt |
| 046. | Star | 047. | Moon | 048. | Run | 049. | Hide | 050. | Play |
| 051. | Water | 052. | Fire | 053. | Earth | 054. | Air | 055. | Spirit |
| 056. | Breakfast | 057. | Lunch | 058. | Dinner | 059. | Food | 060. | Drink |
| 061. | Winter | 062. | Spring | 063. | Summer | 064. | Fall | 065. | Time |
| 066. | Rain | 067. | Snow | 068. | Lightning | 069. | Thunder | 070. | Storm |
| 071. | Broken | 072. | Fixed | 073. | Light | 074. | Dark | 075. | Shade |
| 076. | Grief | 077. | Tears | 078. | Lies | 079. | Truth | 080. | Lost |
| 081. | Tease | 082. | Anger | 083. | Shy | 084. | Love | 085. | Hate |
| 086. | Found | 087. | Life. | 088. | Fear | 089. | Hero | 090. | Villain |
| 091. | Slave | 092. | Freedom | 093. | Quest | 094. | Journey | 095. | Triumph |
| 096. | Writer‘s Choice. | 097. | Writer‘s "Choice. | 098. | Writer‘s Choice. | 099. | Writer‘s Choice. | 100. | Writer‘s Choice. |
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Date: 2006-06-12 02:03 pm (UTC)I almost had to change mah pants on that one.
*ROLLS*
I see Holmes in a linen suit, Watson in seersucker, both of them with mason jars of sweet tea in their hands.
"Laws a-mighty, Watson, it's right hot these days. Could fry an egg on my forehead, ah sweah."
"You sho don't lie, no suh you don't. I have half a mind to throw the forty-four eleven if Miz Hudson don't hurry up with our mint juleps."
Mysteries would ever get solved, because in my lil AU, they spend their entire lives bitchin about the heat and the lack of quality service from that Hudson woman.
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Date: 2006-06-12 05:48 pm (UTC)"Watson, wudja mind pushin' that door to?"