Bernard and Myrna recieve a letter. A Naughty and Nice elf notices something.
The cuckoo clock mounted over the fireplace mantel went off around 1:15pm, finally pulling Bernard out of his job search plans. Looking up through the crick in his neck, he watched as the doorway tucked under the face of the clock opened and the expected cuckoo shot out on a spring, holding a tiny “Mail’s here!” sign in its mouth.
Read more “TSOCID – Chapter Fourteen”Hazel tries to comfort Bernard and Curtis is late.
Hazel hadn’t quite assembled her whole ensemble when she walked out of her living room into the tavern. Her gloves were still tucked under her arm and her scarf hung lopsidedly from her neck as she fiddled with the buttons of her coat. She’d left her cane resting against her armchair, but that was only because she planned to spirit it to her with magic once she reached the front entrance.
Read more “TSOCID – Chapter Thirteen”Myrna is needled in a flowershop and Jack is bored.
Elfmas Eve
In a tucked-away corner of Aelfsburg, just outside of Rosa’s Fresh Year-Round Flower Emporium, two figures teleported in mid-conversation.
Read more “TSOCID – Chapter Ten”January 1995
By the time New Years rolled around, Curtis woke up expecting a brand new slew of disasters. Between the inevitable rough patch that follows any change in management and Jack’s refusal to do anything, nearly every section of the North Pole had already faced some catastrophic failure he had to deal with. Alone. Every time. So when Curtis arrived at the stuffed animal production line to find a hurricane of stuffing and fake fur caused by a broken windowpane, he wasn’t surprised Jack was nowhere to be found. And, like every other time before, the situation was too much of an emergency for him to walk away from it and drag Jack back by his ear.
Read more “TSOCID – Chapter Seven”Why am I hyperfocusing on knitting?!
Material updates!
Just a heads up to any fellow writers out there, having the end goal of a chapter be “shorter than the other ones” is probably not a good idea. At least it’s not for me. Maybe it’s a great idea for you. I don’t know your life.
Read more “Weekly Update #12”Just me being a downer despite not being down. Oh, and experimenting with the format some more.
So, in case you haven’t noticed, it’s not Friday. Or at least, it won’t be when you’re reading this. And that only supposes that you read my updates when they came out. But for the purposes of writing, I’m going to suppose that you did. Or do.
Read more “Weekly Update #11”The [beep] is sleep?
I’m still not sick. And I’m not feeling my usual format today, so I’m just gonna ramble for a bit.
Read more “Weekly Update #10”
