A Gentleman's Journal: A winters intermission
A unicorn, and a human, both with heavy manacles around their legs are at work in a cellar lit by a single lantern and a few paltry candles. Their sole heat source is a small brazier and two large, brutish dog-like creatures wearing metal helmets and...
I am reminded of the the health benefits of milk
It is said that there is good and bad in humanity, that we are the point at which the falling angel meets the rising ape. And nothing more demonstrated this fact than the newspaper headlines I read as I settled into my seat on the train to...
A Gentleman's Journal: Eat my Dust! Or, I get a very odd client
Prologue _Lightning Dust stood between the two NCO's and she knew something bad was about to happen, the grim look on Spitfire's face left no doubt of that._ _When her leader badge was ripped from her uniform she was shocked, but no big deal right?...
Wedding bells & the alarms of war
I wandered around the streets of Ponyville trying to decide what I should buy as treats for Milky, Lightning and Octavia. On my way home I had decided to stop off and buy them gifts for being so understanding (and to apologise). I knew I wanted to get...
A Ponyville wedding
Many months later, all of Ponyville was abuzz with the rumour of an imminent marriage proposal. It was reported that Stormbolt had gone into the jewellers and bought a gold necklace with a beautiful diamond. Lyra and Bon Bon were discussing it in the...
A Special Hearts & Hooves day
Stormbolt Strike, a dark grey Pegasus colt, was bidding a final goodbye to his parents just outside the entrance to Cloudsdale junior flight camp. ' Be good, and work hard!' his mother said. ' I will mum, I'm going to win the competition for sure!'...
Sigyn min sigewif: Beginnan
**Okay, I don't like putting Author notes in stories, but for these I think I must.The title of this story is in Englisc (Old English) and translates to "Sigyn (Norse godess, google her) my sigewif" (again something you can google). The subtitle of...
A poem of home
To taste old tastes To smell old scents To hear sounds once familiar, half forgotten Mind's wonder and senses delight Nature's bounty and home soil The familiar yet strange The strange yet familiar, change stations Robin for Sparrow, and...
Ar hyd y nos
**Journal entry of Mark Robertson (continued)** I am writing this at three in the morning by the soft light of my desk lamp. Why, you ask? Because Winter and I are now the parents of two adorable little foals. And we have just got them back to sleep,...
The Jarl's little troublemaker
When Beorn and Froki entered the hall, they found the place abuzz with excitement. 'What's all the commotion about?' Froki asked a reveller 'The Elves had a huge fleet coming to try and invade! But a huge storm blew up, and they either sank or...
The Varo Correspondences Vol.1
_4E 214_ _7th of Rain's Hand_ To the chairman , and my esteemed colleagues of the Imperial council of healers, I am writing to let you know I arrived in Falkreath safely. At the border, I was met by a dryht, or comitatus led by...
Hlaalu and Rynandor
17th of Last Seed 4E 201 7pm, near Helgen Rynandor sat by the fire, reflecting on the days events when the sound of a snapped branch made him turn and rise with the speed and grace that only an Altmer had. 'Wait! Please, don't attack!'...