Just a quick note from your friendly neighborhood author: I have a thread open over at help_japan now, if anyone's interested; any story you can think of at any length, starting bid $5. It's a shot in the dark, but I want to help. To bid, see my comment thread hereJapan was my home for two years, and it's still home to many of the people I know and love ( Read more... )

Finally, finally, I've managed to produce one of the short ficlets I've promised for this universe. The next one is already plotted out and scheduled for Halloween (it's a ghost story, to boot) so be on the look-out for that.

Title: Falling From Grace
Author: onidoko
Word Count: 1,791
Rating: PG
Genre: Written as a short side-story in my 'Hours' ( Read more... )

Chapter List

♣ Cover Page: (Warnings, Disclaimers, etc.)
♦ Chapter o1: His name
♥ Chapter o2: One week later
♠ Chapter o3: The walk
♥ Chapter o4: A lawyer?
♣ Chapter o5: When I awoke
♦ Chapter o6: My habit
♠ Chapter o7: You know my methods
♥ Chapter o8: Cause to remember
♣ Chapter o9: A dark and stormy night
♦ Chapter 1o: Ridiculous as it sounds♠ ( Read more... )

Title: A Dozen Different Hours

Author: onidoko
Artist: ptelefolone
Beta Readers: liu_xing, the sisterly duo soliandxpyne

Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 64,463
Genre: Fantasy, Mystery, Angst, Adventure
Fandom: Steampunk-themed cross-over between Sherlock Holmes and Alice in Wonderland
Spoilers: General spoilers for all involved book canons
Pairings: Subtle, gradual, but still present ( Read more... )

Alice laughed. "There's no use trying," she said: "one can't believe impossible things."
"I daresay you haven't had much practice," said the Queen.

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"The horror of that moment," the King went on, "I shall never never forget!'
"You will, though," the Queen said, "if you don't make a memorandum of it."His name, or one of his names, is Lewis ( Read more... )

One week later."And still no trace of her," Watson muses quietly to himself. It's little more than an exhalation, almost lost beneath the dead-leaf rustle of the newspaper as he folds it and lays it aside (tragedy neatly typed and contained and regulated to ‘fire-starter.’) Holmes hears it, though, as there's no other sound in the room save that ( Read more... )

March 7th, 1896

The walk softened my hardness towards him, as I knew it would.  My reaction was unfair.  I know my friend means no maliciousness or indelicacy by the things he says, and is a slave himself to the whims of his restless and feverish mind.  Were he prey to the same emotions and sympathies that so often ensnare me, he would be a man ( Read more... )

"A lawyer?" Holmes wonders out loud, turning the little white calling card over in search of an explanation. His tone is skeptical, as is the glance he throws the page-boy. The youth merely shrugs ( Read more... )

March 15th, 1896

As he had been in so many times past, Holmes was waiting impatiently at my bedside when I awoke.  I could tell from the dull, watery cast of the light that it was still early, but my companion was already fully dressed.  "Come Watson," he ordered.  "If we linger much longer, we'll miss our train."  It was the closest he came to an ( Read more... )

March 24th, 1896
It has been my habit in all my published works to maintain a persistent and, admittedly, deliberate vagueness concerning the details of Holmes’ investigative process. The scientific methodology of his reasoning has been an open subject and one I never tire of relating; however, his contacts, the people whom he calls upon for ( Read more... )