Muse on Monday – October 3, 2022

Sometimes a story is right on the surface of the words: a story of a bank robbery is just that and nothing more. However, a story could also be about something underneath the main story. For example, a story of a boy doing his homework could really be about his stress at living in a…

The Ritual

The Ritual Lantern light glinted on stainless steel as the robed figures entered the kitchen. These figures had been my female relatives earlier that day, but now they were keepers of sacred knowledge. “Flour,” I began. “3 cups,” they chanted. I added it to the bowl. “Eggs.” “Four.” I recited the ingredients my mother had…

Muse on Monday – September 26, 2022

Dialogue is one of the main parts of fiction writing, along with exposition and description. How much of each is in your story depends on the type of story you are writing, but it is possible with a very short story to write a story completely of dialogue. This could be either talking or through…

G is for Prank

G is for Prank I opened the shed and saw ropes hanging from my bike. Garlic. Of course. Tabitha started it by putting an artichoke on my homeroom chair. My revenge was a liquidly-ripe banana in her pencil case. She stuffed cotton candy in my gym shoes a week later. After that, the pattern was…

Muse on Monday – September 19, 2022

Have you ever noticed how there is a higher proportion of stories about writers than other jobs? That’s because writers tend to write about what they know and what they know is writers. However, there are a lot of other jobs with interesting stories out there. Just talk to someone in tech support, for example,…

Muse on Monday – September 12, 2022

I’ll be traveling for the next few weeks, but that doesn’t mean the stories stop coming or that the muses stop musing. This week’s story prompt is the first line of a story. The rest of the story is up to you. Story Prompt: September 12, 2022 I heard from my friend that the blue…

Like a Boat Town Commute

Like a Boat Town Commute I strained at the oars of my dinghy. 7:55am. The school had drifted during the night, and I could just see its flag out beyond the diner. I passed merchants paddling out to create the day’s floating market. A few shouted encouragement. I rounded the church and spotted the school…

The Incognito Me

The Incognito Me I am beginning to like the smell of chlorine. Before this trip, the only picture it brought to mind was scrubbing floors or the stinging smell of hospital corridors. But now it smells like leisure: of early morning swims in the pool before practice or warm afternoons sitting by the water before…

Reading to Mrs. Smith

Reading to Mrs. Smith It was my first day and I didn’t want to be late. I was seventeen and volunteering to read to shut-ins in their homes. I felt every bump of the rough pavement up into my nerve-jangled stomach as I drove my mom’s car along Cedar Road, looking for number 460. The…

Muse on Monday – September 5, 2022

No matter where you live or what your life is like, there is always beauty that pops up. Admittedly, if you live in a Swiss mountain valley, there might be more than if you live in a sewer, but there is nowhere without any beautify if you have the eyes to see it. This is…