86. Your Muse: Write about your muse - what does he or she look like? What does your muse do to inspire you?
My muse takes many forms. A shifter, almost, of proportions changing. A face of many shades. A body that shifts into others.
My muse does not stay. My muse leaves and dances with wind inside. It is not a companion; it is a guest. Do I serve my muse or does my muse serve me?
My muse is of many souls, melting with inspiring heat into another. My muse is the man on the street with broken eyes, the girl at the restaurant with laughter like bells, the child by my side that makes me love in bursts of extraordinary color.
My muse changes. It is one thing morphing into the next. Sometimes, at quick flashes, it is the morph which is my muse more than the form it takes.
My muse erupts from my dark places as well as my light. It comes from hate as well as love. My muse comes from everywhere.
I want to write a thousand stories and tell a thousand tales, unveil a thousand secrets and see what the world entails. When my muse comes I try to listen, but sometimes it fleets by like brushes of wind, and I lose it.
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Short StoryEach day of the year in 2016, I will be attempting to write a short story, using a prompt. It'll be wild and hard and who knows? I might even turn out some good stuff. Maybe you'll even want to do this too. (Dedications go to followers.) This is par...
