“You’re kidding,” Chay muttered to herself, looking down at klavier keys. They were white on black, not black on white like the klavier Chay grew up with, and the notes were slightly out of tune. But it was a klavier.
“Who are you?” She called. Her voice echoed around the empty room.
“The patron of lucid dreamers,” the man answered. “You may call me Amets.”
It started for me when he barged into my room at 2:45 looking like a truck ran him over, minus the injury part.
Yeah, I don’t read superhero comics. I’m more of a high fantasy/historical fiction type of reader. You’d think that’d make me the wrong person to tell this story, yet here it is.
So Ghostmind’s origin story, right? It all began by the only person in the world nerdier than Dan.
Chay took a deep breath and leaned back on the rooftop, closing her eyes for a moment. Peace was hard to find in the small apartment that her and her eight relatives lived in, and it was nice not having her younger cousin bugging her, or her mother’s nagging.
It was unlikely anyone could find her up here…
It was crowded today – everyone buying their favorite treats before the world ended in the morning – but it wasn’t like Lanna could put off her compulsiveness until later. It was now or never.
The sun rose over the trees, announcing the start of a new day.
they call them.
We all experience things
So a while back I was looking for characters sheets and quizzes to help with the characters I was writing. Some were the typical character sheets – the ones made for authors. But I came across one that was for personal insight.
Originally, I was going to tackle it the way I usually do. But a little ways into the first one I started having fun with it. I think I found out more about my characters through that.