So this fifteen credit thing is getting to my head. I enjoy it, sure, but its a lot of work too. Constantly reading or writing or doing math… just all of it. 187 more words
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Today’s the last day of Eclectic Alli’s Unbirthday Party! I just finished this story right this second in time to join in, so it’s really a loose practice story… There are a lot of things I’d change about it if I were to do any editing, but hopefully my for-funsies writing will be fun for y’all to read, too. 4,017 more words
The thread wove through the rooms, past everyone dancing. Taliana smiled as she saw a group of people taking to the ice, the dancing easily transforming to gliding across the ice. She wandered from room to room, following that thread, trying to see if she could tell which rooms where her fathers doing and which rooms were somewhere else entirely. One room appeared to be something of a space station -- so different from her home and normal surroundings -- it reminded her of one of the books in the library, and she couldn't contain her delight at seeing such a place joining up with her party. She did, however, fight the urge to explore beyond the party room... such explorations would have to come some other time. But she made note to remember the threads that had surrounded this place so that she could, hopefully, return.
Taliana noticed the authors threads, winding through the room, they were nearby, she could see that. After the troubles at the Masque, Taliana couldn't help but wonder what she was up to this time. Or, rather, what her party encounters were like -- some people always ended up having the most interesting times at these party's. Taliana knew what those threads looked like, they acted a certain way, drew certain attention -- and the author certainly had one of those threads. Taliana wandered back through the crowd, basking in how much all the guests seemed to be enjoying themselves, only partially following that green thread (she told herself) as it wound back into the main room.