Victory for the Romantic Muse
Another victory for the romantic muse!
FIrst Steps: Hello (Chapter 9 GOOD VERSION)
It was a nice and sunny day, the sun was out and shining and many birds were chirping and doing there calls so i only wore a plain white shirt emblazed with the logo of the english alternative rock back muse and grey faded jeans.
An Unusual Pregnancy
She showed not her face, but fain would amaze my muse through command of her quill, inspiring wit; to fave and critique...
Dreams and Musings: Manta
In a land far away, on a town by the sea, a boy lived with his father and his young sister. His mother had died after childbirth, and because of this, the father was left on his own with the children. They lived quaint and simple lives on a small house...
Borrowing Wings
. --- my conflict and musing and hoping. this story has been available for early reading one month ago on patreon! please check the tiers on the following link if you would like to support!
Healing for a Spell
"_Peas, peas, peas, eating Grober's peas,"_ A male voice sang happily, as he drove in his old jeep down the dirt road. This lucky man - well, as lucky as one could get when stuck in a war zone doing surgery two, three days at a time - had just been...
A bed time story ( Part 1)
muse "time to go to bed kate." said the mother lion as she walked into her daughters room, she looked around and squinted not really sure where her daughter was. "kate?" a little lion cub popped up " awh mommmm please? one more minute."
Among the Leaves
Among the dead leaves I roamed In the depths of the forest And there I saw her before me As if summer's beauty had taken form in her With hair as crimson as the falling leaves That fell between her fingers Her once radiant...
Sneaking a Peek
"picking up their pieces," i mused. "sometimes that, too," she said before slurping on her coffee. "and i'll be...looks like we didn't jinx it yet." "hmmm?" "by saying that it was quiet," she mused.
Shades of Grey
#4 of the musing equine in equine language, right and wrong ceases to mean anything and pride certainly has no place. but where do i sit in shades of grey? --- i am black or i'm white: i am no shades of grey.
Chasing Hope
#5 of the musing equine two mares gallop down the beach, running...but from what? or to where? --- one more... there are more of these to come, lads and ladies. slowly uploading here. to work things through in my head, i write...a lot. weird things.
D&D: The Mirevan Estate Muse pt.1
Devoted to alric, my love, my life and my muse.” alric fell onto the pile of cloth, clutching the violin and the paper tight. exhaustion took it's toll on him. he could stay away no longer as he closed his eyes, falling asleep.