By the lake, Lyrae lay dreaming don't blame this on father on a rock by a shallow cove. Scant few drops landed on her as the tree diffused the Be reasonable! falling rain. Dark hair spilled around her head like a pool of dried blood.

Once upon a time, the ground is hot and sticky an instructor at the academy once told him, The drip drip drop drop ( Read more... )

There is a why can't I scream sound unique to the rain. A thin Nononono Please Please oh, Light percussive melody that cannot be NO, get away! duplicated by any musical instrument.

"Secondly, I do not particularly care what people think. It will not effect how they view my music ( Read more... )

The weather is pleasant outside, though a chill still resides within the wind. The grass is green and the lake is free of ice. As often occurs, Lyrae had been talking with Chase for a time as they sat outside. It was the way of things with them ( Read more... )

The ocean was truly soothing to Lyrae ( Read more... )

Having long been a connoisseur of OOM plots, I have noticed some patterns arise in the plots that are produced. While by no means comprehensive, I find this schematic to be extremely helpful, especially in the writing of plots. One type of plot is not intrinsically superior to the other in any way, and each should be judged on its own merits. Thus ( Read more... )

It was halftime ( Read more... )

Lyrae leaned her head out the window as they pulled into the parking lot. The flashing lights were certainly garish enough. She frowned. The smell of cheap liquor and motor oil wafted in the air. Even from outside, she could hear the blaring music from inside. As she exited the truck, she glanced towards Chase, her voice dubious ( Read more... )

Being now rather hungry and the hour quite late, both Chase and Lyrae had agreed that they ought to find a place to eat. Chase pulled into the parking lot at the restaurant, and Lyrae stepped out, frowning at the oily puddles. Stepping forward as Chase locked the car, she glanced in at the window, blanched, and turned around ( Read more... )

...And then, by a large plurality, they elected me their GodUsing direct mental communication, Lyrae was able to take explain to Chase what had transpired. After the initial scuffle, and the healing of the cultist who she had inconveniently blown a hole through, it had proven completely impossible to convince them that she was not their deity, and ( Read more... )

Lyrae paced in front of the Lasertag facility. Lord Chase was visiting the men's room, which, unsurprisingly, had a much longer wait than the women's ( Read more... )