ORIGINAL: The Muse

[wicked_writing]

Summary: torn. desperate, even
Word count: 644
About the story: This is where my Muse got her physical form.

My muse has a weird way of showing affection. Maybe it's a game she likes to play. Or maybe I’m just assuming things to begin with. Her look is somewhat stern as if she’s expecting me to give out more of myself to her. Even though I want to, I

Comments

[atfm]

Wow, I love this. How you portray your muse like a love interest and the tricky relationship that results from it is great. It has something really vulnerable to it.

[wicked_writing]

I felt very vulnerable at the moment I wrote it. It was a pretty painful process of writing that down. I don't know why, but I remember I couldn't stop crying.

I'm glad you liked it.

[atfm]

Yeah, that showed. But even if it was painful, it just proves how in touch you are with your muse and that you're able to transform your emotions into wonderful words. It works as catharsis, too. *hugs*

I'll eventually read my way through the other pieces you posted, too, it'll just take some time.

[wicked_writing]

At one point, you'll have to take a vacation to read through ALL of them. :)