An Exaltation of Muse Ch. 04 Thalia is mentor to the frustrated muses assigned to writers who don't publish stories but comment freely—and frequently harshly—on other writers' stories. She has dubbed this unlucky lot Muses to the Overt Commentariat (MOCs); they meet each Wednesday at their local, The Fleeting Muse. Three Wednesdays ago she mocked some of th...
You are sitting at a cafe, holding a cup of coffee between your hands, watching the waitress talk to the other customers. She is so beautiful, so graceful, dainty... Even though you have never met her, you know it is Doris... She perches on the edge of the table, talking to Muse, Jasmine, and another woman you don't recognize. She looks oriental, maybe Hindu...
I was stuck. Writers block. Nothing was occurring to me, no theme, no idea, nothing. Even a succession of large drinks couldn't loosen the synapses enough to let something out. I just sat and stared at the screen of the monitor, hoping that something would come. Another drink was too much and I slumped unconscious before the computer. It was dark when I awok...
Solemn and faceless they bore her coffin in from the cold, listless morning. It was early, yet, and the chapel had not yet filled; but I knew that before long even the standing room would be crowded. The pallbearers paused with the strength of ritual, and placed the mahogany box like an altar at the front of the church. The rich wood gleamed brilliantly with...
"Fuck," I hissed. "Fuck!" I spat. "Fuck. Fuck! Fucking fucken farken fuggen fuggin farking FUCK!" I screamed, pounding my fists upon the keyboard in time with my tirade. Writer's block. Everyone gets it. Some get it worse than others. Some suffer it shortly, for a day or an hour. Some suffer for months, years, significant proportions of a lifetime. I was...
"You're kidding, right Dave?" Jake stared at the cell phone in his hand and shook his head in disbelief, the exasperation evident in his voice. "You know I have that damn story due on Friday, I can't go out tonight." "Come on Jake, it's Saturday night. You have a whole week to finish your paper," said Dave. Jake held the phone away from his ear. Dave was...
On February 9th 2020 A. Bierce wrote the short story 'Leap of Faith'. Having read all of Ambrose's works, I felt there was more to the story than what was written. With Ambrose's approval I submit this humble add on as an alternative. Thank you Ambrose for all the work you have done and the work you will do in the future. *** Understanding Faith had know...
Hello, fellow Lit Fans! I know it's been a while since I submitted anything, and here is why: As a noob to Literotica, I started having doubts about my erotica writing, and that started me wondering about what I could be doing better. To help me answer these questions, I turned to my muses. The following story is what they had to say about it. If you agree w...
The lights to the book store were turned out followed by Stew and Rosangela stepping out along with the store owner. The store owner locked the door. Rosangela said to her boss as he walked away, "Night, Al!" She turned and looked at her ogling friend and co worker. Stew questioned, "Are you sure?" She gave a definite nod. He shook his head then asked, "...
Annalise Bouchard sighed as she lay on the bed that she shared with her longtime boyfriend, Damien 'Muse' Connolly, in their new Los Angeles home, bored out of her mind since he had gone on the raid to Tuscon with his friends and had her stay behind since she wasn't yet trained at going about doing these things. She looked at the flower box outside the windo...