Nick Joubert
Stories (2/0)
In the Land of the Snow Queen
In a riverside town in Denmark, a little girl and a little boy become the best of friends. Gerda and Kai both come from poor families, with few toys or shiny clothes to wear, and they never get to ride in carriages. But they have each other. Tending the roses that bloom in the hanging boxes between the gables of their parents’ garrets, they form a neighborly bond. They sit together under the flowers, and in wintertime in the yard below, they pelt each other with snowballs, or stick coins to the windows and peer at each other through holes in the frost.
By Nick Joubert3 years ago in Wander
The Hunchback's Apocalypse
Sometimes it isn’t enough to take a punch in the solar plexus – sometimes you’ve gotta be grateful for it. Rigo had dark inky eyes under a jutting brow, an old lute with a hairline crack on the soundboard, a blood-stained doublet, two dead parents and the sort of tenor you’d expect to hear in a heavenly choir. And right at this moment, he had three brawlers from the nearby taverna taking it in turns to sit on his hump. They were burying his head deep in the mud, but not deep enough to be spared their jokes:
By Nick Joubert3 years ago in Fiction