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 Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2005 1:32 pm
As you enter...
You see a cozy little home, a cabin, to be precise. Straight ahead is a fireplace that seems always to be merrily crackling, and as you move toward it, to the left you see a couch set against the wall with tales on either side and pictures above it. There's something odd about the pictures, but you move on. To the right are two doors, one shut, but with a sign cheerfully painted that says 'Liah's Lair, please beware!,' and the other open to reveal a snug little kitchen. Looking back to the fireplace, you notice an assortment of comfortable-looking armchairs and tables, with everything from boardgames to flower-pressing kits strewn about them. On the mantlepiece above the fireplace is a sign,
Be it ever so humble,
There's no place like home!
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Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2005 2:44 pm
Liah's been reading on her bed for what seems like hours... but she can never get enough. Her current obsession is dragons and anything and everything draconic, and has been for two years. Those around her were beginning to think she wasn't going to lose this obsession, as she had many others... horses, clothes and Beanie Babies included. She certainly hoped she wouldn't, and knew she had at least until she gave up hope of finding one of her own. She was, after all, only 14, so it must be forgiven that she still had what seems childish dreams.
Just now, though, she was scanning a book about a boy who had found a dragon egg and helped save the entire dragon population from extinction. Pausing, she scoffed... Heroic blather, that's what it was. No one person could be responsible for saving all of dragonkind. Silently she berated herself; there weren't any real dragons. She was told that same thing every day, but she vowed she wouldn't believe it. Sighing, she set the book in a suitcase that had been very poorly packed; there were socks and sleeves hanging out every which way. Maybe she'd find a dragon by the beach when she got there next week.
Hey, she could dream, right?
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2005 7:07 pm
Exhausted from the long car ride into Maryland, Liah flopped down on her bed, suitcase near her head as she threw herself backwards. What a boring day... she'd spent 12 hours in her family's smelly old van. It was amazing that spending so long doing nothing could make her so tired... She yawned, rolled over, and fell asleep, her head on the suitcase. When she woke about half-an-hour later, her mother threw a brochure at her. It read; Ocean City Maryland Boardwalk
Longest in the country Liah merely shrugged. She'd check it out tomorrow. Right now, though... she turned back over to finish her nap.
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2005 2:03 pm
It was a bright, sunny morning, and the salty sea air just couldn't help but lift Liah's spirits. She had taken to lying on the beach and watching the clouds - when there were any - and imagining she saw a wing here, a tooth there, and sometimes even a claw or a tail, all draconic. So, her mother, insisting that she would go mad, had given her a few dollars and sent her out to the boardwalk. No that Liah minded; this gave her a chance to scout out the stores!
So, with some of the money, she'd rented a nifty little bicycle with a canopy above it and a basket on the handlebars, and pedaled along the boardwalk. Not very far away was a yarn shop, and she fancied she'd spend a little time in there. She absolutely loved to crochet, and this shop was renowned for its uniquities, both in yarns and other, more exotic, crafts. Never having been there before, Liah parked and locked her bicycle, and strolled into the store. Of course, when she reached the other side of the door, it was not Salty Yarns that surrounded her...
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