Friendly Love
Kite paced back and forth within his room, pressing down upon the red-black checkered skirt that he had put on just mere moments before, and fixing his matching skin tight tank-top that had the words 'bad girl' on it in bold white letters. He was...
An Unusual Pregnancy
She showed not her face, but fain would amaze my muse through command of her quill, inspiring wit; to fave and critique...
the artist's muse chapter 2
Monday morning came I yawned and then rubbed my head I'd had a few drinks too many yesterday but it was worth it. I got out of bed had a shower and ate food then got my pipe I'd also finished a lot of paper work. As I got into the college art room no...
Dreams and Musings: Manta
In a land far away, on a town by the sea, a boy lived with his father and his young sister. His mother had died after childbirth, and because of this, the father was left on his own with the children. They lived quaint and simple lives on a small house...
the artist's muse chapter 3
Pongo jumped and went into the closet, I sat behind my desk my pants only just on me when the door opened and there was polo, the mule janitor from another country. "Hula mister bear me just here to clean you bins, oh you work top less too? Ci I work...
Cedarwood high: chapter two Serendipity, and teenage musings
As he neared his destination cody was shaken from his musings as the sound of voices reached his ears . cody looked up and there at the stop with his back to him was the object of his musings. a jolt of panic hit cody like a lightning bolt. "holy crap!
Among the Elite
There are so many up there. So, so very many... how many is anybody's guess. Sure, the galaxy had been travelled quite a bit in the last few generations, but even then the amount that existed was unknown. It was highly unlikely that there were any...
the artist's muse chapter 1
I walked to the art department and that's when i saw him my muse or helper but he's not that best of a helper more a comedy relief then anything else he was sitting outside the art door waiting. "hello sir!
Stallion Up
"oh, now this is a cute one," the pidgeot murrs as she gently draws muse over to the large couch. "what's your name? i heard that you changed it to fit your pony form." "uhh... muse. muse scroll." "you write?" muse grins, "a lot."
Soaring Scrolls
"hey, muse," the pegasus greeted as he came in. "oh, hey, soarin," muse replied, his quill still in his levitation field.
Borrowing Wings
. --- my conflict and musing and hoping. this story has been available for early reading one month ago on patreon! please check the tiers on the following link if you would like to support!
Forever Teammates
Tapping his foot a bit impatiently in between bouts of pacing, he stared out over the edge of the cliff, where the sun was rising and shedding a beautiful ray of light over the small village. His frown slowly dissolved, and he gave a soft sigh as he...