I often saw these kinds of stories where they have a list of prompts and they wrote a small section of writing from those prompts. I wanted to give it a go, but I had no idea where they got the prompt list from, so I made my own. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.

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"John!"

Sherlock's voice sounded off. John wasn't exactly sure what about it was wrong. However, it was enough to stumble out of bed at some ungodly hour. The sight that greeted him was well worth it. Sherlock had somehow managed to get tangled in a long ball of string. He stopped struggling around on the floor when John burst into laughter.
"Oh haha. Now will you shut up and help me?"

Career

People had asked John why he became a doctor and his reply was always that he wanted to help others. He didn't think he could tell the truth until Sherlock asked, "The power I held in my hands, the power of life and death, it was such a rush."

Books

Sherlock often mumbled things he had read while he was asleep. Normally they were old case files or rubbish boring facts. It was still a surprise to John when Sherlock recited the first chapter of Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince. Afterwards John whispered a soft "Brilliant", Sherlock hadn't messed up a single word.

Me

Sometimes John was glad Sherlock was dead. That he didn't have to see the horrors written in the papers. Hear the whispers on the streets. He didn't have to deal with the reporters who only "want a minute of your time!" He escaped the horrors before they had truly begun. It was in one of those moments that John whispered at Sherlock's grave, "Why couldn't you take me with you?"

Friend

Sherlock didn't have friends before John. He didn't understand the point of them, why give someone that much power over you? Until that moment of laughing and gasping after casing that cab across London. John shot him a smile and Sherlock finally knew why people wanted friends. It was the first time he wasn't alone.

Water

"Someone had better start talking," Lestrade glanced at the soaking wet Anderson, "Quickly."

Sherlock's stands in silence, waiting for John to explain. John has his head in his hands, having not moved since Lestrade arrived. Taking a deep breath, he looked up. His expression was unreadable, even for Sherlock. He opens his mouth but all that comes out is laughter. Everyone stares as John loses his control, falling to the floor. It's contagious and Sherlock's laughing too. Anderson's dripping face that's slowing getting redder only adding to the cause.

They were kicked off the case, of course. But they both agree that it was worth it.

Beach

"No."

"John…"

"No."

Sherlock made a sound that was almost a growl, spun around and stalked into the next room. He didn't understand what John's problem was. He'd been the bait before, anything to solve the case. It wasn't even that dangerous this time. Almost as if John could hear Sherlock's thoughts he shouted, "I'm not going to a nudist beach. EVER!"

Second Best

Five months after Sherlock's death Lestrade called him to a crime scene. John refused to go. After four more death, John went. Three weeks later John finally found evidence to catch the bastard. Sherlock would have done it quicker, but John was second best.

Pink

Sherlock wasn't normal. Normal was boring, normal was stupid. Normal people did pointless things like watch movies, eat junk because it tasted good, kiss people and other stuff like that. However, there was one pointless thing Sherlock allowed himself. A favourite colour, the colour pink. He never told anyone, he wasn't even sure why he liked it. He didn't like wearing it or having it around. But whenever he saw it he couldn't help but smile. He saw a woman covered in the sickly colour, lying dead on the ground. He saw cabs and clever puzzles. But more often than not, he saw a clueless doctor with no idea what he was about to get himself into.

World

"After my death I had to travel a lot. Could never stay at one place too long, got to see a great deal of wonderful things. But that didn't matter, because the only place in the world I wanted to be was here. Home."