Stories tagged “MUSE”

  • Abasement

    Although the night was clear and cloud free, the streets were dark. A summer wind brought a refreshing coolness off the ocean and I stopped my midnight wanderings to lean against a building, letting the air wash over me. It was sweeter than expected, almo…

    Posted 4 months ago
  • Not Me but Another Muse that Looks Just Like Me

    Stuck.

    A blinking cursor mocked me from a blank screen. This writing thing wasn't going well. I wasn't ready to give up but the joy that once energized me was gone, replaced by a bitter numbness and a persistent sense of failure.

    Motion at the door drew…

    Posted 6 months ago
  • Moon

    Not quite white

    or gray

    or blue

    .

    The moon is a muse

    Mainstay

    Voodoo

    .

    A means to an end

    risque

    preview

    .

    Beating hearts, abuse

    love sway

    untrue

    .

    The moon, impassive

    midway

    withdrew

    .

    Left lovers lost

    cold day

    tears few

    .

    Returned to mock

    hearsay

    statue

    Posted 1 year ago
  • To Be Your Muse

    Story is marked as mature

    Posted 1 year ago
  • Finally, He Types

    He reluctantly tapped at the keyboard with his fingers. They had taught him in school how to type properly, but he wasn't sure if he was executing it the way his teachers in 6th grade had intended. It did, however, get the job done.

    He didn't want to del…

    Posted 1 year ago
  • The Reality of the Muse

    "Why don't you write about me?" she exclaimed as if it were that easy.

    It wasn't. She was the personification of the proverbial "one that got away" and his heart still ached for her even after all the years that had passed since that night in the park on…

    Posted 1 year ago
  • Help from the Muse

    He lifted his head, unscrewed the top of the whiskey and took a big swig of it, holding it in his mouth for a moment to savor the taste that only good whiskey can provide before swallowing it in an attempt to make the girl disappear.

    "I'm not going anywh…

    Posted 1 year ago
  • Who Put You To Sleep?

    To Detective Hawk, the more she examined the scene, the more she felt the whole thing was an accident, an illusion. The ink was spilled, not spilling from her body. She lay slumped, not in a defensive pose. There were no glasses of drink, no tubes for gas…

    Posted 1 year ago
  • A Severe Case Of Writer's Block

    "Annabelle, please, help. I need something, anything, from you right now."

    "I'm thinking, I'm thinking. Muses get writer's block too, you know."

    "I don't think I've ever in the history of the world heard that. It kinda defeats the purpose of your existe…

    Posted 1 year ago
  • Who Killed my Muse?

    Detective Hawk reached a gloved hand to the light switch. In the moment before the room was bathed in light, she braced herself for a scene of unknowable atrocity. It was not difficult to kill a muse, they are quite delicate, but at times the results can …

    Posted 2 years ago