Short Staffed
About 9,500 words Short Staffed By Televassi I stare at the curtain's stitching as I wait to start. Marie's silk curtain. My silk curtain. I try to swallow the lump in my throat, but it's stubborn. Shadow dancing isn't my job. I'm a bartender -...
Simplicity
About 9000 words Simplicity Navigator training begins with the fundamental law: simplicity. No matter how talented the trainee, the most beautiful equations are always the simplest. A model navigator achieved it in all calculations; from the...
Stranded
About 10,000 words Stranded [1 hour, 21 minutes] The wolf retreated from the orbital station's bustling concourse and dived into a bar, stealing the nearest free seat. His tail bristled as his claw prodded his flickering wrist console, oblivious to...
Writing Advice: What Makes You Write?
Writing Advice: What Makes You Write? Or, alternatively titled: Why Do You Want to Write? In thinking about the next bit of advice to follow up on my previous post talking about helpful tips to consider before you get down to the writing, I hit a...
A Mutual Arrangement
About 3500 words A Mutual Arrangement By Televassi Cael caught his admirer's eye as soon as the equine 'taur trotted into the cafe, but it wasn't exactly eye to eye. Even though he saw the cute stallion out of the corner of his eyes, he knew the...
A 'Helping' Mage-Hand
A 'Helping' Mage-Hand "This had better be good, half-horse!" The fox grumbled and eyed up the tavern's crowded bar. "My training contract says nothing about doing overtime." He resumed glowering at the wild-looking centaur warrior corralling him...
Miklagard (Teaser)
By the Ese! The skalds told no tall tales - truly this was a sight worthy of the months of hard travel. Seven months along muddy trails, across rough-shod routes, down sheer gullies and through dense thickets. Even the sleek paved roads that crossed...
Coffee-Shots
Coffee-Shots By Televassi The problem with the bohemian lifestyle is that it promises a tempting idyll, but none of the security, nevermind practicalities, required to make it work. But when I swore myself to it I wasn't interested in answering...
Nomads
Long have we shared forbidden dreams, Kept secret by an art of subtle glances While I went about braiding your mane, So you could at least be beautiful before a fight. Now as you gather my pale hide, close, Under the halter of your rowan coat, I...
A Fine Tale
About 4700 words A Fine Tale By Televassi "Not again!" Hroldnir roared, slapping his thigh. The black wolf jeered and shook his mane. The old crow-bones woven into it clattered, but their sound was diminished by the jingle of silver that now...