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A Yuletide Waltz: A Christmas Tale of Nations Told Through an Austrian and Hungarian's Eyes. Outskirts of Vienna, Republic of Austria. 2014. Roderich Edelstein groaned as he finished his cup of coffee, frowning ever so slightly as he looked at his reflection in an old mirror. With his cravat, dress shirt, walking trousers and dark shoes, his appearance was one that few of his own people would even consider wearing in this day and age. Outside of formalities, at least, the embodiment of Austria nodded quietly to himself while fixing his brown hair and the protruding Mariazell. Though if he were more frank, his thoughts were on a half-rememb

Monarchy Over the Danube: Or, an Alternate History Tale of Austria-Hungary through the Nations Themselves. Hofburg Palace, Vienna. 19 May 1936. As Austria calmly sifted through the papers, he couldn't help but notice just how collected and seemingly soft-spoken the Kaiser was even as most of the ministers made their farewells, soon leaving only themselves and a select group of people answerable only to their liege.  If anything, it almost seemed like a nostalgic illusion, only to remind himself that it was neither Franz Josef nor Karl sitting in the middle of the conference room but Otto. If only they can see you now, the bespecta

The Winds of Lunar Change: A Future Tale on a Part of the Solar Neighborhood 2069. Retired Col. Franklin Liebnitz coughed as he waited for the technicians to ready his pressurized car, loosening his necktie. And I’m pressed for time, the aging man groaned impatiently. It should be done by now! Officially, he was here as part of the American delegation for the lunar festivities surrounding the 100th Anniversary of Apollo 11's landing. But that was still a few days away. “There is someone I am eager to meet,” he sighed at the chief technician at main hangar. “Is it finished yet?” “Da,” the man nodde

Die Sonnengottsaga Or, A Strange Tale of the Danube, the Great War and Beyond Chapter 2: Ultimatum Vienna, Austro-Hungarian Empire.  23 July 1914. From the upper floors of the Parkhotel Vienna, Adalind Sonnengott looked out from her suite’s window at the gardens of Schonbrunn Palace. The electric streetlamps had been switched off like clockwork as the rising sun made them irrelevant. Already, the street below was beginning to teem with motorcars and carriages.  Before long, laborers and captains of industry alike will be going about their daily routines. The scene had since grown familiar to the young woman ever since arriving in th