Go Muse, GO -- A Foray into Spontaneous Fiction

[bacchae23]

The tea bag floats like some bloated corpse in that hot water for ten minutes, and by the time she snaps out of it, jerks herself out of staring through the window at the garden (yellow, sickly garden that reminds her how fucked up this all is), it's already too late to fix anything.

There's no sugar in the house. Honey hides in a far corner of the

Comments

[folion]

Oh my God. I can't tell you how much I love this piece. It seems so much like something I would write. A spontaneous situation where the reader can't decide if it's connected to the author or not but regardless is still a satisfying, beautifully written - yet at the same time, some what disturbing - short story. The dialogue, like the wife, is short, succinct, and to the point. The metaphors and similes and descriptions are all wonderfully morbid, something not many can appreciate these days. But I know I can.

Loved it. :)