Dear MISS CALLIOPE ( Read more... )

It had been a ridiculously busy week for Cally. Every professor apparently decided that the beginning of term should start with a bang and had assigned papers of every kind, as well as copious amounts of reading and other homework assignments. This meant that nearly all of her waking moments were spent in the library, so she could do research, as ( Read more... )

( Millichannel again! )

Cally is asleep in bed when the strange, haunting tune wakes her.

I'm dreaming again, she thinks and snuggles down in her comforter.

The music persists.

After awhile Cally sits up in bed and glares around her room. Finally, a Saturday morning to sleep in and this is what I get....The tune is full of longing, calling her to get out of bed and ( Read more... )

Cally stared at herself in the tall, cheval-glass mirror, reaching out her hand to tilt it slightly so she could look down on her reflection. Grey eyes stared back at a face framed by shoulder length, straight brown hair. She was getting ready to go to a theatre production with some friends from the University. Now that it was nearly time for ( Read more... )