Title: Ferret Muses
Author: Jami Lynn
Chapter: 1 of 1
Disclaimer:The people in this story belong to me, for they are
fictional and I own all that is fictional. Well, ok, just what is in
this story. And don't bother suing me...all you'd get is a half eaten
ham sandwich and a bag of chips from 2 years ago.
Distribution: Ask me if you can use it, more than likely I will say yes.
Rating: So far, it's not to bad.
Content: Nothing bad as of yet, probably won't be anything to bad
either....maybe some cussing
Spoilers: This is just a short story that I wrote for the class.
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have been suffocating lately....so please, send in the feedback.
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Fayth sat in her usual straight back wooden chair, looking at the
small crowd of muses gathered around her. The muses looked oddly like
beady-eyed ferrets. Fayth looked extremely out of place. Her long
blonde hair fell in waves down her back and her grey eyes were warm.
She clapped her hands together in order to get their attention. The
ferret muses kept talking quietly amongst themselves completely
ignoring Fayth. 'These muses are so ungrateful." she thought to herself.
"Listen up! I have a deadline to meet and none of you are helping any!
Now, I let you out of the closet so you could help me. Now help!"
Fayth said impatiently. 'How ungrateful these muses are.' she thought,
'I give them shelter, food, everything they need. I even let them out
of the closet to run around for five minutes each day. They should
love me, but instead they ignore me. They are ingrates!'
The muses beaded eyes glared back at her. "well?" Fayth demanded. The
muses continued to stare at her in silence. Fayth was at the end of
her rope. She had had these muses for over three years now. She wrote
children's books and had been writing for over ten years. Four years
ago she had simply run out of ideas for the books. She had tried and
tried to write something, anything, but had been unsuccessful. One of
her friends, James, had suggested she go to a muse store. "A muse," he
thad told her, "will give you all the ideas you need. Get a couple and
they'll give you a lot of different ideas. They work wonders." So
Fayth had went to the muse store.
There were so many different kinds of muses! There were small, fat,
green leprechauns with funny little hats. Then there were grim looking
elves with those curled little shoes. She had also seen small purple
elephants and little orange men. None of them seemed to trip her
trigger like the ferrets had.
Fayth had immediately fell in love with the beady eyed little
creatures. They were small and would fit in her closet easily. The
owner of the store told her they ate very little, they were usually
quiet until they were needed, and each one had a different specialty.
One would give ideas to do with science fiction, another specialized
in romance, another in childhood fantasies, yet another in comedies.
Plus they were many many others. Fayth had bought muses for childhood
fantasies, comedies, heroes, superheroes, fairy tales, child-like love
and childhood stories.
Fayth had taken them home, cuddled with them for awhile, then she had
placed them in her closet for the night. The next morning she had
yanked the Childhood fantasy muse out of the closet. "Well, it's time
for you to prove your worth." she had told him in her sweetest voice.
And he had. All her muses had.
Fayth had written book after book these last few years and all had
been hits. But now her muses refused to work. They kept mumbling
something about bad treatment, but she never listened. She didn't have
time to listen. She had books to write.
She had told them that they'd better get busy with giving her ideas
because the money she had made from selling the books was the same
money she bought their food with. But they were still unhappy with
her, no matter how many times she reminded them how well she treated
them.
Fayth sighed as she realized that those dumb muses weren't going to
work anymore. Fayth searched through her desk drawer, looking for the
five year warranty she had on the muses. She would take them back to
the store and maybe she could get those cute leprechauns. Maybe they
would work better for her.