Just because it's a cliche, doesn't mean I wont do it, however.
Late post #1. Will now open betting pool for how many times I have to use that tag. Leave your comments to enter pool, winner gets a oneshot in their honor.
PART THREE. In the dark of the night Clio trailed around Rainbow’s home, her one eye roving over some the scientists curiosities. This was undoubtedly the most boring part of her job as a Muse. The waiting. When she’d had her sisters and son around it hadn’t been as bad, but now on her own … Continue reading A Fiction Agreed Upon. Episode Six: Threshold. Part Three.
Puppies: the Return.
Turns out breaking things down at a molecular level is going to freak some people out. Who knew? (Bonus: Posting on the 9th of Thermidor.)
Out of the lab and into the future.
Raise your hand, who guessed that the English King and French Revolutionary were going to have problems?
At least this episode isn't him calling for a horse...
Leonardo da Vinci, meet Maximilien Robespierre. There's a sentence for the search engines.
It's a hot day in Thermidor.
France, Paris, 1775. In the darkened dormitory, Maximilien watched the droplets on the window pane race each other to the bottom. Thunder crashed overhead and made the lamps flicker slightly. Across from him, Camille shivered, nose nearly pressed to his own book. He looked up at Max, and his mouth quirked slightly. “D-done a-a-already?” Max … Continue reading France, Paris, 1775.