Narrelle M Harris: writer | editor | songwriter | crafter
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The Only One in the World: “S.H.E.R.L.O.C.K.” by Atlin Merrick I loved Atlin’s writing in the Sherlock Holmes realm before we ever met, and when she pitched her idea of a ‘global’ Holmes story for The Only One in the World I knew it would be a beautiful fit for the theme. Atlin has a gift for reimagining how Sherlock […]
» Read moreThe Only One in the World: “Sharaku Homura and the Heart of Iron” by Jason Franks When Jason Franks submitted his story, “Sharaku Homura and the Heart of Iron”, to The Only One in the World, I knew we had a great book on our hands. He was one of the first writers I spoke to about the project, and […]
» Read moreThe Only One in the World: “Mistress Islet and the General’s Son” by Lucy Sussex I first spoke to Lucy Sussex about writing a New Zealand pakeha (non-Maori) Holmes for the anthology, but she had recently discovered a real woman from history named Anne Kidderminster, nee Holmes, who in the 17th century investigated her husband’s murder when the authorities failed […]
» Read moreThis week’s #FlashFictionFriday prompts come from EspineuxAlpha, who wanted a story in the Ravenfall universe, Atlin Merrick who prompted with the booty-shorted cowhop image and KIzzia30 with the ruined cottage and ‘incandescent’. Follow me on Twitter if you want to join in with prompts for next Friday’s story! Booty Call Gabriel’s easel was out in the light which meant Gabriel […]
» Read moreI am so thrilled to be able to share with you the cover for the upcoming anthology, The Only One in the World – full of stories of what Sherlock and/or John might have been like if one or both came from a cultural background different to the Victorian-era gentlemen of the Conan Doyle books. Clan Destine Press were fantastic, […]
» Read moreToday’s #FlashFictionFriday story comes from a Twitter prompt by @Alexxphoenix42. Don’t forget to follow me on Twitter if you want to suggest prompts for these Friday stories! Crush That boy you had a crush on when you were thirteen is here in the bookshop. He was two years older than you then. He still is, technically. His golden skin then […]
» Read moreI’m back at the Improbable Press fiction prompt coalface, last week urged on by the words ‘A broken instrument’, ‘single’ and some pictures. The broken instrument made me think of how PG Wodehouse is always quoting Alfred, Lord Tennyson’s The Idylls of the King about ‘the rift within the lute’. And so, here we are. Pop over to Improbable Press […]
» Read moreImprobable Press’s latest prompt included bees, and then I thought of that old tradition that the bees must be told when their keeper dies. And then I thought of Sherlock Holmes being away during WWI as a spy. And then I thought of John Watson. And then I thought of this. The Dancing Bees It is spring and we bees […]
» Read moreThis week’s prompt from Improbable Press made me think of Australian poet, Adam Lindsay Gordon, and how I’ve often wished there had been somebody to rescue him. Gordon’s poems are generally much more glum than his most famous few lines suggest, but I’m glad he’s known best for the hope than the despair. Stand Like Stone Cal knew it wasn’t […]
» Read moreHere we are again, with a story prompted by the Improbable Press blog. It seems my mind lately is rather fixated on metamorphis. The Only Daughter of Time The sun blazed hot outside but within the colonnade the air was cool and fresh. Outside smelled of hot dust; inside of earthy stone and antiquity. Ruins, partially reconstructed for the delight […]
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