Stories by cathedral carver

Sherlock keeps fainting. There are approximately five different reasons why this might be happening. Possibly six. Written for the Holmestice 2015 Summer Exchange.
My names is John Hamish Watson and I am 74 years old and I must wear clean pants every day. No exceptions. [Written for the December 2014 Holmestice]
We're all mad here. Written for the Holmestice 2014 June Fanworks Exchange.
Time is the longest distance between two places. Written for the 2013 December Holmestice Fanworks Exchange.
Where shall we adventure, to-day that we're afloat,/Wary of the weather and steering by a star? Written for the June 2013 Holmestice.
Making it up as they go along. Written for the 2012 SSHG Gift Exchange.
We really, really do. Written for the Holmestice 2012 December Fest.
It was that time of year, again, when anything could happen, and probably would. Written for the 2012 Snapecase.
Of all ghosts, the ghosts of our old loves are the worst.
When you're the writer, you're in bloody charge for once. Aren't you?
Talk into my bullet hole, tell me I'm fine. Written for the December 2011 round of Sherlockmas.
There are so many different ways to die. Written for the 2011 Holmestice December Fest.
Once upon a time, he used to love holidays.
The body never lies. The mind, however, is another matter. Written for the 2011 SS/HG Exchange.
Just pay me back with one thousand kisses. Written for a prompt at the Kink Meme.
How did it get so late so soon?
Sometimes, these days, they don't know where they are, or how they even got here.
Lines and circles and 10,000 taste buds.
The existence of forgetting has never been proved: We only know that some things don't come to mind when we want them.
John isn't the most eloquent of men.
I'm jealous of your cigarette.
Five times Sherlock managed to stay off drugs and one time he gave in to his addictions.
He thinks it's in trouble, his poor heart. Written for the 2011 Summer of Sherlock Sherlockmas.
I was enjoying myself immensely until I died.
This is how it always goes. Mostly. Written for the 2011 Holmestice.
When it is darkest, men see the stars. Written for the 2011 Snapecase.
Wait for me. Just a few more years. Written for the 2010 Mini Fest.
True love never dies. Neither, apparently, does Hermione. Written for the 2010 HP Darkfest.
I knew she'd see it my way. Eventually. Written for the 2010 Interhouse Fest.
I carry your heart. I carry it in my heart. Written for the 2010 Dark Flowers Fall Mini-Exchange.
Can I get a witness? Written for the 2010 HP SSC Fest.
The gods' most savage curses come upon us as answers to our own prayers, you know. Written for the 2010 SS/HG Exchange.
You can't kill something that's already dead. Written for the 2010 Severus Sighs Grand Challenge.
Of infatuation, insomnia and the lost ones. A companion to I Am Not A Goldfish.
A man and a woman and a Thestral are one. Written for the 2010 Snuna Exchange.
Sometimes a storm comes on quickly, and when it's over, everything has changed. Written for the LE/SS 2010 Fic Exchange.
Falling, yes I am falling.
Finding your way there, and back again.
The snow was just right tonight.
Of impertinence, insomnia and the loneliest ones.
Everything has been figured out, except how to live. Pay attention – there’s a test later.
She was decorated with red roses.
See? Over there: The one weeping into her pumpkin juice.
Let’s begin with the least offensive, shall we?
Snape does.
Truthfully, he’d always rather regretted the teeth comment.