Flash Fiction: An Army of Muses

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PHOTO PROMPT © Alicia Jamtaas for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers. Other stories featuring the prompt can be found here.

The muse came home after a hard day at work. Her jaw dropped. Burgled! All the colours were stolen from her home. Her world… grayscale!

Damn, shadow men. Kill joys! So much for signed treaties.

Melody took out her wand and began restoring her home. A vibrant, saturated palate returned.

A shriek came from the cottage next door. Melody dashed out. Muses congregated on the street. All their homes were hit by shadow thugs.

Inspiration of a different kind hit Melody. “Let’s colour the Shadowlands bit by bit. Make the bastards play in rainbows and music.”

A cheer roared: an army of muses born.

~*~

Story Background

The muse, Melody, returns. Her debut was in Sleeping Dreams (read here). A muse world has been brewing in my brain for years and slowly taking shape. The Shadowlands is a drub grayscale place, home to depression and boogiemen-type beings.

AI Image created by Tannille The Machine

52 comments

  1. My wife read a story like this to your 3-year-old granddaughter. A dragon had lost all its color and a girl needed to help him get the colors back before they attended a party that evening.

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  2. Great take, Tannille. Very thoughtful. I have been struck recently by the uplighting chatter of Rainbow Lorrikeets. They are very common here and so often I’m out and hear them chattering and it’s just wonderful. I have a friend who had such severe depression, that he couldn’t taste.
    Best wishes,
    Rowena

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      1. How exciting you have a pet galah. My uncle and a friend have had one. They’re gorgeous! Our dogs prevent us from pet birds and not to mention furry critters.

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