Why Creatives Deserve to be Paid Fairly Why Creatives Deserve to be Paid Fairly By Megan Cutler | December 5, 2016 | Comments 0 Comment Glance around what you can see of your house. Now close your eyes. Imagine the same walls, but dull, drab and unbroken by decoration. Imagine your bookshelves empty aside from important documents. Imagine your furniture is practical but uninteresting and uninspiring. Any little figures or statues you might collect have vanished and your dishes and … Read More Read More
What If It Happened Differently? What If It Happened Differently? By Megan Cutler | December 2, 2016 | Comments 2 comments You may recall from the “You Don’t Have to be Honest With Me” prompt, that our Dark Space game GM recently threw us a bit of a curve ball. Our characters were on the way home from an epic battle, but when they arrived they discovered ten years had passed instead of the five hours … Read More Read More
A Taste of the Teas of Japan Sampler A Taste of the Teas of Japan Sampler By Megan Cutler | November 28, 2016 | Comments 0 Comment Tea. I keep coming back to it. The last time we visited our local mall, I became a Frequent Steeper at David’s Tea. I just know I’m going to get along with this new arrangement. But today’s post is about the last of my Adagio sampler sets, stealth-purchased by my mother-in-law for my birthday. I … Read More Read More
I Was the First I Was the First By Megan Cutler | November 25, 2016 | Comments 0 Comment I recently realized I have written a lot about Domerin’s relationship with Crescent, even a bit about his other relationships (with Elian and Kail), but I have yet to write anything about him and Sesha. (Unless you count this one darker side of Domerin post that doesn’t mention any names.) So I decided to rectify … Read More Read More
The Dirty Truth About Marriage The Dirty Truth About Marriage By Megan Cutler | November 21, 2016 | Comments 2 comments On October eighth, my little brother married his girlfriend of eight years. My husband and I flew across the country to attend. It was the first time I had been home to see my family in four years. The last time, I still lived in Quebec, quite a bit closer than where I live now. … Read More Read More
A Sharp Cut A Sharp Cut By Megan Cutler | November 18, 2016 | Comments 1 comment This scene is a direct continuation from both This is What I Dreaded and Midnight Air. . . . “A quick, sharp cut is all it should ever take to kill your target.” It was the first lesson given to every assassin, repeated from the time they were old enough to hold their first knife. … Read More Read More
A Modern Fantasy Setting A Modern Fantasy Setting By Megan Cutler | November 14, 2016 | Comments 6 comments I’ve always been intrigued by the idea of a fantasy world that made it to modern times. Not quite the same as urban fantasy, which tends to be our world with magical elements tossed in. More like a high fantasy world whose ancient empires never fell. A world where it makes sense for a warrior … Read More Read More
You Don’t Have to Be Honest With Me You Don’t Have to Be Honest With Me By Megan Cutler | November 11, 2016 | Comments 2 comments This scene is a direct continuation from Time Sensitive Mail. When our characters returned from their mission in the unknown, they found they had been gone much longer than they anticipated (ten years, to be exact), though only a couple of hours had passed for them. Due to an epicly failed dodge roll, my character … Read More Read More
Rejecting the ‘He Hurts Me Out of Love’ Trope Rejecting the ‘He Hurts Me Out of Love’ Trope By Megan Cutler | November 7, 2016 | Comments 0 Comment I’ve been spending my free time playing Amnesia; Memories. It’s an otome dating sim, which means it’s designed for women. All the potential prospects are male. What I like about the game is that each route is its own little romantic mystery. Instead of parading a group of prospects in front of you, the person … Read More Read More
I Trust Your Judgment I Trust Your Judgment By Megan Cutler | November 4, 2016 | Comments 1 comment With a mighty yawn, the tawny-colored cat stretched, letting his claws slip free of their sheaths, though he was careful not to catch them on any of his mistress’s blankets. He was tempted, for a moment, to curl back into the sunbeam, which had shifted a few inches since last he stirred, and return to … Read More Read More