If you know your folklore, the first bit of advice the hero gets is to stay on the path. Inevitably they fail to follow these instructions and the adventure begins. Kevin thinks he can get around this by not following[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Okay, now the fun has started. If the setting, and the girl riding the reindeer, look familiar, its because its the same place we saw in the Goldrush Ice Cream commercial. For anyone wondering, those are mastodons pulling those timber[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Kevin had gone with the girl on the reindeer without asking too many questions. Apparently, she was a scout for the caravan. He hadn’t really believed her when she threatened him with archers, but she seemed to mean business. Besides,[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
The world building of this year’s story wrote itself. (I wish this had been the case with the story) I’d been interested in modern nomadic subcultures ever since I introduced the mastodon drivers in the second story. I found myself[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Nothing like a hot workplace environment to separate the boys from the men. There was one thing I was worried about when I was putting the last finishing touches on this story. That was the way the scout takes an[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Kevin is a city boy through and through, so, no, he probably hasn’t ridden a reindeer before. Comparing it to riding a horse doesn’t help either. (At least you can hold onto the antlers, but I’m told they don’t like[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Kevin couldn’t remember how long they had been riding. They had left the forest far behind them and were now in the area that the scout called the Wasteland. She said it was more scenic. Kevin couldn’t see why since[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
The Castle in the Heart of the Storm had been visible for miles. At least Kevin had thought it was the Castle in the Heart of the Storm. He had never seen any other castles that big. The only problem[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Who cares about fancy parties when you can spend your downtime chilling with some woodland critters? (It’s always embarrassing when you realize something is a bad pun seconds after you write it.) If this little winter grove looks familiar, it’s[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
