Tess V. Flaire
Bio
PhD candidate in linguistics trying to creatively vent out the frustrations of academia. I write about travel, philosophy, and occassionally other things that pop into my mind. Sometimes I dabble in fiction.
Stories (8/0)
Year five - melancholy
When I felt particularly sad, which in those days was often, I would fantasise about breaking up with M. Depending on the specific flavor of melancholy accompaning me at any given moment, these imaginings would vary in style in content, but they always had an air of inevitablity and irreversibility that seemed to choke me whenever I thought of him.
By Tess V. Flaire10 months ago in Chapters
Time of Omens
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Tales were told that once, long before the Great War, a dragon being spotted anywhere in the Realm wasn’t even news. Old Wizards would sometimes claim that dragons were nomadic creatures, coming and going with the tides, but nobody paid credence to that anymore. As far as Alice knew, no dragons had been seen in the Realm for at least three generations and that meant there were never any around. Alice was almost thirteen years old, she was much smarter than to trust in ramblings passed down from some long-dead people nobody remembered. And yet what she was seeing now with her own eyes was unmistakably a dragon.
By Tess V. Flaire2 years ago in Fiction
Grandma, Dostoevsky, and the emotional pull of literature. Top Story - May 2022.
My grandmother became a Reader in her late 80s, by accident. Her early education in the east of Poland during the third decade of the last century was interrupted by World War II when she finished grade 4. She never went back to school. Moving to Poland’s capital after the war, she took up manual labor right away to make ends meet.
By Tess V. Flaire2 years ago in Geeks
