Unpublished works of the great artists in history Part 7

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Unpublished works of the great artists in history Part 5

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Unpublished works of the great writers in history Part 2

Sherlock Holmes and the shortest case ever.
by Conan Doylie

Holmes lay prostrate over the newspaper his body racked with after convulsions he was suffering due to his bout of excessive vomiting.
“My God Holmes why do you do this to yourself man?” I begged No reply was henceforth.
“You are one of the greatest minds of the age your body and soul do not need this torture”
Slowly Holmes raised his head and his dark watery eyes fixed upon me. He breathed in deeply and with some noise then began:
“You know very well Watson. Isn’t it you who feeds me these narcotics? You fool no one Watson.
What sort of Doctor would willingly give an addict opium to their hearts content unless they had an ulterior motive?”
“But Holmes I’m only here to help..” I said fairly hurt.
Holmes drew another deep breath.
“And that ulterior motive Watson is to get into my trousers. Isn’t it?”
“But..” I attempted
“Don’t think I worked it from day one poor Watson. I know your marriage is a sham, why else would that lovely creature be at home on a Saturday night alone without her husband? Don’t panic I won’t tell a soul, your loyalty has been more worth than your supply of dangerous opiates. Though…”
He drew and deep breath almost a gasp. “ Even though homosexuality is illegal in these enlightened times, if you were charged and placed in a work house you would probably get more man love inside than on the streets and houses of pleasant society”
With this he plopped his face into a pile of vomit.
I stood silent feeling both shocked and embarrassed and slightly aroused.
“Damn it Watson help me up” Holmes suddenly called waving his arms wildly seeking purchase. “I just remembered I must speak to the Queen about her grandson Albert”
“Holmes you know you can never have audience with her Majesty ever again on fear of her reintroducing transportation again and sending you to Australia” I reminded him.
“What the f..”
Obviously Holmes needed more memory jogging as I cut him off.
“Remember last time Her Majesty gave you the pleasure of her company you told her how difficult it was being so brilliant and it was hard always being within five feet of a fuck wit”
“So?” he said his eyes glassy
“So! You were alone in her chamber at the time. You insulted your Queen”
“Oh…well that’s one problem they’ll have to fix themselves then”
Holmes sat back down and collapsed again on the table.
Holmes squished around a bit more at the table trying to separate the newspaper, his fingers and the contents of his stomach, when in his characteristic style he jumped to his feet in a spastic sort of animation. “ We must go. Now Watson’” he cried.
“What is it Holmes, what did you find in the paper?”
“A hat sale Watson, I need a new one I just vomited all over my other one, let’s make haste”

Unpublished works of the great writers in history Part 1

As the title suggests, lost classics from those you'd never expect it from
The enchanted wood.
by
E. Ned Blyton-Society

“Dash it and a blow it” huffed Jane “That silly book has fallen again”
The big book of Fairies that Jane was reading had slipped from the carrying basket and plopped itself between her and Johns seats.
"Now I’m going to get my knees dirty."
Jane crouched down and rescued her book from under the seat.
John noticed the man opposite bend forward paying Jane’s activity a bit too much attention. Ever since they entered this compartment he had had his hands in his trouser pockets and shaking something in them.
“Um.. Jane get up please. I think our stop is next” he said. “Got it,” Jane exclaimed.
A look of disappointment overcame the man’s features and he went back to playing in his pockets.
It was their first trip alone to Aunt May’s house. Usually, Mother and Daddy came as well but Daddy hadn’t been home for some time now and Mother didn’t wake up until lunchtime these days and never really changed out of her dressing gown.
Though Aunt May was fun and let them do things Mother and Daddy wouldn’t, their favourite reason for their summer holidays was to return to the enchanted wood.

When they arrived at Puffington Station, Aunt May had arranged for a cab to collect them. The cab driver was a scruffy but happy man who asked John to sit in the front seat with him and was kind enough to ask John what he thought of his magazines that he kept in the glove box. There were just picture books of big muscled men. ”How do like those apples son?” the cabby asked.
“Very firm and ripe” John answered not really knowing what the man was talking about. When the children arrived at Aunt Mays the driver said to John if he wanted he could show him a way to save Aunt May the cab fare. John was too excited to be at their destination that he smiled and ran inside.
There to meet them were cousins Dick and Joan. “Oh it is so good to be back again”
But instead of happy talk and hugs, Dick and Joan both wore long faces.
“Oh, Jane and John it so terrible what they have done. We’re so glad you have come”
Said Joan. “What’s wrong? What’s happened?” asked John and Jane together.
“The enchanted wood” began Dick “It’s all gone”
“No” exclaimed both John and Jane. “How?”
“The council has bulldozed the wood and the little people are lost” cried Joan.
“We must go investigate,” said John.

The children ran through the field that ran along the back of Aunt Mays house and jumped the brook. There in front of them where the lush trees and heavy ferns of the enchanted wood once stood was a construction crew building a stadium and huge car park. Together the four of them approached a large man with a hard hat on.
“What have you done to our wood and what of the fairy people” yelled Jane
Two questions were obviously too much for this man because he replied “What?”
“Why is this happening?” cried John.
“Oh, I see” began the large man “The wood and the insects”
“Fairies” Joan corrected.
“Right, well what can I say kids. It takes a lot of money to build a stadium like this and on week ends a lot of mum’s and dad’s wanna see their kids play, so that means a lot of cars. Car parks can’t make themselves not like trees they pop everywhere, did you know I’m growing one in my lounge room?”
“What about our friends the Fairy people?” sobbed Jane
“Oh, yeah. Them. Well, they put up a good fight, with their itchy spells and fart bombs, but when the guys realized that when you squash them they were made of raspberry jam, the battle was over. They took off somewhere else”
“You horrid horrid man” said Dick “Where did they go?”
“Couldn’t give a toss, now piss off, this is a building site and I got a monster turd poking it’s head out and your in the way of a good read on the porta-loo”
The children had no idea what the large man was talking about as he turned and walked away leaving them sad and confused.

As the children walked slowly back to Aunt Mays a voice whispered. ”Pssst Hey!”
The children stopped. “Over here” the voice called. “It’s me”
“Ding” cried the children altogether. A small man with pointy ears, a green vest and a large hat stepped out from behind a shrub.
“You’re alright,” said Joan as she went to hug the fairy.
“But we lost so many.” Ding said as he hung his head and sobbed “Poor poor thing” comforted Jane.

The children and Ding sat in the long grass warming themselves in the summer sun, they waited for Ding to compose himself.
“It was so horrid.” Ding said eventually “But we were badly beaten, but we have regrouped and have made a decision” But the children just looked back at him with blank expressions, he continued anyway. “We will bring forth the bad majik, we have gathered the witches and asked for and paid dearly for their services. We will regain what is ours at any cost” By now Ding was hopping up and down , while Jane and Joan were making daisy chains and Dick was taking a nap. Ding continued
“Beware, my little friends, remove yourselves from the zone only fire, brimstone and gnashing of teeth await those who stay” and with that, he twirled three times quickly and disappeared in a puff of smoke. “I’m hungry.” said Dick “Me too.” said the others and they went back home for dinner.

That night an explosion of devastating ferocity blew half the town of Puffington apart including the new stadium and its surrounds. At first, it was thought to be the work of Al Quida operatives working out of the south of England but this was discounted when no signs of detonation were found and large amounts of Raspberry jam were discovered all over the blast site.

The children spent the rest of their summer holidaying at Brighton.