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A Light Haiku

Glow worms know the sun

But we still deny the night

Where is the darkness?

Sunday Star – Watson Davis

Enemy of my Enemy:  Present Your Gift

The High-Mother of the Libta-Thra clan emerged from her tent clenching her fists, her face twisting with anger evident even through the tattoos around her eyes, nose, and mouth.  Her clan, sitting outside of the firepits eating their dinner talking about the day’s events and the following day’s chores, fell silent in respect.

I tapped my foot in the shadows, bowing my head, holding Weelin’s bridle, calming him by stroking his nose and whispering in his ea...

A Bite of… Watson Davis

Q1: What should take priority duty or friendship and why?

I guess, it depends?

When someone is your friend, you have certain duties and responsibilities to them and they have certain duties and responsibilities to you.  Depending on how close a friend they are and your history with them, those obligations may be quite different from friend to friend and may change over time even for a single friend.

For example, I have a friend who is a recovering drug addict.  I have, at times, gone out of m...

From ‘Edge of Doom’

From ‘Edge of Doom‘ by E.M. Swift-Hook.

Theana came through with a place to stay — Rota property, kept for use when visitors or stop-over staff needed — a lovely little apartment in an upmarket complex called Riverside. The apartment was designed for a single person with a busy life and the whole complex included its own retail and entertainment zone. Everything you might want or need was provided on the doorstep with some style and elegance. It might not be full on luxury living but it was a...

The Thinking Quill

Dear Reader Who Writes,

Or dare one call you RWW as we are such chums now. To those few who still may not know who I am, I bid you welcome. My name is Moonbeam Farquhar Metheringham IV – that’s Ivy to my friends, of which number one is sure you will soon count yourself. You will no doubt have acquainted yourself with my brilliant and inventive novel, a seminal work exploring the furthest conceptual reaches of science fiction and fantasy “Fatswhistle and Buchtooth”. It is, one feels, a book th...

Friday Friends – The Dragon – Lyra Shanti

The Dragon

The mist covered everything in sight. The snow and rocky terrain of the mountains didn’t help either. Unable to see where his feet were taking him, Meddhi felt blind and unprepared.

With a careful step, and then another, he drew shallow breaths as tension rose in his golden-armored chest.

Then, he heard its giant wings flapping in the brisk air. He couldn’t see the creature, but felt it was close.

Readying his long sword toward the sky, Meddhi knew the infamous dark dragon would so...

A Bite of … Lyra Shanti’s Meddhi

Q1: How do you reconcile spirituality with violence?

Meddhi: That is a difficult question, and something I’ve struggled with all my life. Personally, there is no reconciliation, and never can be. I have witnessed horrors and have experienced my own violence first hand, to the point where I can only pray for forgiveness. The Gods may or may not hear my prayers, but I nonetheless focus my energy on the good I can achieve in this life. I strive to be a loving, balanced man… Even if the violence...

Coffee Break Read – Durban

From ‘Trust A Few‘ by E.M. Swift-Hook.

The man who entered would have stood out even in a crowd. Here in the Hope, where the main colour was drab and the mood most often dour to sullen, he did not so much attract attention as cause it. One thing Jaz had learned in his time under the domes on Hell’s Breath, was how to judge people by their dress and manner. He could spot at a glance now, the kind of tourist who you could double charge on the viewing run and the kind you would refuse to allow a...

Biker, Biker

Biker, biker roaring past
In the street, night before last
What the hell possess-ed thee
To wake me up at half-past three?

On what distant motorway
Did you begin your ride that day?
On what tarmac didst you roll
From whence came you my sleep to troll?

And what hard shoulder fast depart
Could twist your manifold apart?
So that the popping of the sound
Could so reverberate around?

What did hammer your bike chain
To make it thunder in the rain?
What did make you choose my road
To burden with you...

A Rough Day at Work, Hunting Dinosaurs

A Rough Day at Work, Hunting Dinosaurs By Brent A Harris

Brent wrote this piece especially for us here at Working Title Blogspot – we put it out today to help celebrate the launch of Brent’s new book ‘A Time of Need’.

The creature, quick and birdlike, darted beneath the underbrush. My eyes swept toward it. I took a restrained step closer. Even as a juvenile, my prey was lethal. Just under waist high, flat brown and green mottled feathers blended in and around the bushes and foliage of the lat...