Muse – Tannille

Flash Fiction: The Book Thief and The Muse

The books sat in the shadows, discarded and waiting for their fate… The Book Thief climbed through the window… The

Ariel left Eric and returned to the sea. Her tears added to the body of water. Oh, why didn’t I

The writer stared at the blinking cursor. Days passed, and The Muse failed to show up for their dates. The

“The rust bucket has to go. It’s unsightly. The talk of the town.”“But it’s got history.”“Don’t care. It makes the

Tannille followed The Muse along a cleared footpath. Boulders acted as a boundary between the snowy wilderness and civilisation. “Don’t

Tannille and the Muse fish for story ideas. The prompt picture: a picturesque house by shimmering ocean waters. “You know

Out on a date with The Muse.“You’re really struggling with this prompt picture, aren’t you?”The Muse smirks as Tannille nods.

Tannille stares at the writing prompt picture, begging The Muse to formulate a story — an itty-bitty story to share

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

Maddy followed the hustle of the city. Her accounting firm volunteered her for a doughnut and coffee run. The job

The sandman visited soul after soul, offering escapism from the harsh reality of life. The only freedom for the sick,

Painted by muses. Only the special see the world beyond the mural. Step into the forest if you dare. Most