Happy,.... neglect,...love!
You needed and deserved more time invested in revesting what it could mean to learn together about muse and music, about rhythms with natural rhymes, cultural songs and political sounds and rapping economic voices of poetry as temporal
Ty's Other Taur-iffic Adventure
mused ty. "ty!!" "what? i was just kidding..." "no, ty, look! look outside! something really weird is going on!" ty peered out of the frost-lined window. "...foxes?"
She's Leaving Home
#1 of musical muse a tale of one of the hardest things to do: leave home hello everyone, and welcome to my first story in my "musical muse" idea!
Tin Can Radio Sports
Bob mused. "but why are they so small?" "perhaps they're trying to make their strike zones as small as possible and rely completely on agility." sam suggested. "it's a risky move.
Straight From My Heart
All this time i've been blindly looking for something or someone to give me muse. my only regret is being so naive to not see that he was sitting right in front of me. i wish i had the courage to say all of this, but when i try to i lose my words.
One chapter left in current Team Valiant Arc! (Announcement!)
So while the project isn't 'done' per se, the main story itself has reached its conclusion, with the possibility of additional content being added as time allows and muses flow! i will continue to edit the chapters we've completed.
Dragon Haiku: Storms of Old
I thought it would be fun to write it from the perspective of a grand and imposing dragon as he muses on the aftermath of a rainstorm.
The Carpenter and the Nightingale Ch. 2
"oh my," she mused, "the road is still bogged with mud and rainwater. usually it dries out pretty quickly, but the rains that came with the storm that blew over were especially heavy.
Alabaster and the Ring of Winter - Prologue
_a natural waterway perhaps_, lucius mused before signalling torgus to drop another length of rope. the bruin complied, pulling out another length of rope.
I am the Storm
I am a pirate i am an explorer i am a guardian i am a hunter the waves shall ever be my home spirits of the ocean are my guides and my muse to me the siren sings sweetly devils of the deep fear me for they know i am their doom we wardens
Ballade Against Cheesemongery
My muse fails, and i can no longer sing upon this sacrilege! the poet flees. (he snatches mozzeralla on the wing, for he desires no vanity in cheese.) prince, you sent me pepper-corned edam with citron-oil essence.
The Weight: Chapter 5
"yes, i wondered why your dad passed out in my dad's den last night," he mused, "but he never told me why. would you like to continue?" kate lowered her eyes to her paws.