Month: November 2015

M.U.S.E. Part 3

I nodded to a couple of suits coming out of the business suite discussing market projections. Stopping in front of the sales office, I turned around slowly and looked at the room signs out of the corner of my eye.…

M.U.S.E. Part 2

My appearance adjusted slightly as I walked; my pink mohawk darkened to magenta and drooped into my blue eyes, my leather jacket darkened and creased, my jeans faded and tore at the knee. Only my boots remained the same. There…

M.U.S.E. Part 1

A wise person does not stand between the cliffs and the sea during a storm. These words echoed in my head as I walked towards the hotel, the invitation to the MUSE association meeting folded in my pocket. I had…