Excerpt: Mass Produced Muse

I think that we're in trouble.

The Dragon of Timeless Thought, or Thoughtless Time, or ... SOMETHING.. stood on its hind feet and gave us the evil eye. The evil eye being, really, baby blue with pretty fluttery eyelashes. I think it was a girl dragon. But in any case. The big scaly beast with pink and purple and midnight blue scales stared down at the party of the wayward adventurers like were were some kind of good snacky treat. And I guess we were a good snacky treat in its mind. ... wait, what was I talking about again? Should I start at the beginning? Okay, so like, I don't even know where to begin. Stories are supposed to start with conflict, and boy howdy does this have some conflict.

SO here we go, in the middle of the story, or maybe it was the end of the story if the big beastie was going to eat us.

... should I start over? I mean, I should tell you my name and who I work for and what I am exactly. Or.. who I worked for. Past tense. Or maybe not so past tense. To be honest I don't really know.

"Mess?"

Oh gosh, I don't know how to begin these stories. Like, I hear you're supposed to start with the conflict and just segue into all of the introduction stuff and junk. I never did this before and I'm a Muse! I never knew I'd be telling my OWN story.

"MESS?"

I have to make a good impression, you know? I really do. So, like, the Dragon of Thoughtless Time stared down at the adventurers with its evil eye and its painted claws.