ME AND MY MUSE
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Category:
Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
11
Views:
2,037
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
5
“Man, we’re losing our edge!” my Muse said perusing the past chapters of the tail series. We were in the basement of my mind, a dark, earthy place where I kept all the old chapters and past stories in storage. My Muse got nostalgic sometimes and wanted to trip down memory lane.
“What do you mean?” I asked. She was rummaging through the box of old chapters.
“Look at all these,” she said tossing the chapters at me over her shoulder as she talked. “Sex, rape, depravity, incest! All on such monumental scales without any sign of apology. The series just doesn’t have that anymore. It’s starting to get stale!”
I looked through all the old chapters. She was right. There were things in here we hadn’t come close to tapping in a long time.
“Maybe we jut tapped out on it,” I explained reading the blue chapter. “There’s only so much sexual debauchery that you can write about before you run out of things to shock people with.”
“I won’t accept that!” she yelled, bolting up from her seat and whirling on me. Her face was livid. “We’re just not trying hard enough!”
At least she said “we” I thought.
“Come on!” I countered. “Why don’t you just admit defeat? We topped out and the story is sinking faster then Britney’s reputation.” I lowered my voice and put my hands on her shoulders. She looked really close to crying. “We should close up the whole thing on a good note.”
“NO!” she screamed and flung my hands off her. Tears of rage and pain were now streaming down her face. “I wont let this story die! I wont!”
I was very taken aback by this and the pain etched on her face.
“Muse,” I said. “It’s not dying. It will always be there. People will still read it. It’s not going away.”
“You. Don’t. Get. It!” she rushed at me and pushed me for each word until I fell over a box and sprawled on the floor. She quickly got on top of me and held me down. “You just don’t get it.” She said quietly, head hung.
I looked at her in wonderment. “What?” I whispered.
Water fell from rich green eyes as she spoke. “For us Muse’s these stories are like our children. We make them. We raise them and nurture them and make them have life. They go out there and affect the lives of so many people. They help them, hurt them, get used and use others. We plant the egg and you fertilize it and help to raise it with us.” With pleading eyes she added, “your like a father to it and me its mother.”
I understood what she was crying about. To her I was like some father who suddenly decided one day that it would be a good idea to murder my kid.
“Okay, Muse. I get it.” I said. I tried to comfort her but she shook my hands off again. “But I don’t see how we are killing it! We’re just ending the series. We have other stories that are completed and nothing more can be added. What’s different?”
She shook her head of midnight blue hair and replied, “You still don’t get it! Those stories were made in the beginning to go no further. They were made to stand on their own as they are and have limits. This one doesn’t! It still has so much growing to do. Your ending its life before it can grow into its final form. Its like making a sick child stop growing just because you don’t want to deal with it anymore.” Her eyes pleaded with me more.
I sighed and said, “so to you this story is dying and we have to work to save it?”
“I know you can’t understand any of this, or why I’m freaking,” she said with a shake of her head gaining control. “But it’s really important to me. Please, just don’t say this story is over. Please.”
She needn’t have worried. I did understand how she felt and realized how much this meant to her. To at least not say that it was over even if it meant not working on it until we could make it better.
“Alright, Muse. We wont end it. We’ll see what we can do.”
She broke down into tears of gratitude as if I had just said I would save her child life and hugged me still on the floor.
I hugged her for a moment before saying, “as much as I love being on the floor with you on top of me, can we get up now?”
My Muse laughed and got off me, helping me up and still holding my hand we walked up the narrow stairway into the main hall.
“You know, sometimes I wonder how you put up with me. You give me a lot more freedom then some would,” she said kissing me on the cheek.
“You’re my Muse! And I know everything you do can only make me better. Besides if you were gone I wouldn’t be able to do THIS!” with that I slapped her on the ass as hard as I could and ran off outside. My Muse gave a scream of rage and flew after me out the door.
*SPECIAL BULLETIN*
Muse: I had so much fun with the interview by LiquidRiot that I want to do it again so here’s the deal! No matter what they are, I will answer the next ten questions that appear in the review section as thoroughly as I can. Here's your chance to ask me anything so fire away! First come! First served!
“What do you mean?” I asked. She was rummaging through the box of old chapters.
“Look at all these,” she said tossing the chapters at me over her shoulder as she talked. “Sex, rape, depravity, incest! All on such monumental scales without any sign of apology. The series just doesn’t have that anymore. It’s starting to get stale!”
I looked through all the old chapters. She was right. There were things in here we hadn’t come close to tapping in a long time.
“Maybe we jut tapped out on it,” I explained reading the blue chapter. “There’s only so much sexual debauchery that you can write about before you run out of things to shock people with.”
“I won’t accept that!” she yelled, bolting up from her seat and whirling on me. Her face was livid. “We’re just not trying hard enough!”
At least she said “we” I thought.
“Come on!” I countered. “Why don’t you just admit defeat? We topped out and the story is sinking faster then Britney’s reputation.” I lowered my voice and put my hands on her shoulders. She looked really close to crying. “We should close up the whole thing on a good note.”
“NO!” she screamed and flung my hands off her. Tears of rage and pain were now streaming down her face. “I wont let this story die! I wont!”
I was very taken aback by this and the pain etched on her face.
“Muse,” I said. “It’s not dying. It will always be there. People will still read it. It’s not going away.”
“You. Don’t. Get. It!” she rushed at me and pushed me for each word until I fell over a box and sprawled on the floor. She quickly got on top of me and held me down. “You just don’t get it.” She said quietly, head hung.
I looked at her in wonderment. “What?” I whispered.
Water fell from rich green eyes as she spoke. “For us Muse’s these stories are like our children. We make them. We raise them and nurture them and make them have life. They go out there and affect the lives of so many people. They help them, hurt them, get used and use others. We plant the egg and you fertilize it and help to raise it with us.” With pleading eyes she added, “your like a father to it and me its mother.”
I understood what she was crying about. To her I was like some father who suddenly decided one day that it would be a good idea to murder my kid.
“Okay, Muse. I get it.” I said. I tried to comfort her but she shook my hands off again. “But I don’t see how we are killing it! We’re just ending the series. We have other stories that are completed and nothing more can be added. What’s different?”
She shook her head of midnight blue hair and replied, “You still don’t get it! Those stories were made in the beginning to go no further. They were made to stand on their own as they are and have limits. This one doesn’t! It still has so much growing to do. Your ending its life before it can grow into its final form. Its like making a sick child stop growing just because you don’t want to deal with it anymore.” Her eyes pleaded with me more.
I sighed and said, “so to you this story is dying and we have to work to save it?”
“I know you can’t understand any of this, or why I’m freaking,” she said with a shake of her head gaining control. “But it’s really important to me. Please, just don’t say this story is over. Please.”
She needn’t have worried. I did understand how she felt and realized how much this meant to her. To at least not say that it was over even if it meant not working on it until we could make it better.
“Alright, Muse. We wont end it. We’ll see what we can do.”
She broke down into tears of gratitude as if I had just said I would save her child life and hugged me still on the floor.
I hugged her for a moment before saying, “as much as I love being on the floor with you on top of me, can we get up now?”
My Muse laughed and got off me, helping me up and still holding my hand we walked up the narrow stairway into the main hall.
“You know, sometimes I wonder how you put up with me. You give me a lot more freedom then some would,” she said kissing me on the cheek.
“You’re my Muse! And I know everything you do can only make me better. Besides if you were gone I wouldn’t be able to do THIS!” with that I slapped her on the ass as hard as I could and ran off outside. My Muse gave a scream of rage and flew after me out the door.
*SPECIAL BULLETIN*
Muse: I had so much fun with the interview by LiquidRiot that I want to do it again so here’s the deal! No matter what they are, I will answer the next ten questions that appear in the review section as thoroughly as I can. Here's your chance to ask me anything so fire away! First come! First served!