Muse Box Novels & Stories

The deer were retreating to the woods with a few stragglers still playing around in the grass. She took pictures of each landscape before uploading them to her laptop, she scribbled a few notes onto a piece of lined paper before turning on the coffee maker. She took a pile of business cards, and put each card into an envelope before she slid them into individual packets. Patina is still in the process of setting up her online art store and, in commemoration of her grandparents she called it "The Brilliant Boomers." Her eyes watered as her lips curled up. She recalled the awful jokes her grandfather used to tell, and how her grandmother mocked them at every opportunity. She dried her eyes wit

Sliding into the backseat of an Uber, I clutch my bag to my chest like a shield. I have him— whatever's in here is something he doesn't want anybody to see. But when I unlock my phone, the screen lights up with a push notification that drains every drop of blood from my face. New Music Video: "Muse" - Watch Now. My mouth goes dry. The bastard couldn't have. It's been what? Twenty— Thirty minutes? With a trembling thumb, I tap the link. The video opens on a gritty, unfamiliar set. I let out a hollow laugh.

I mutter, giving in as I walk to the other side of the car and slide into the passenger seat. “Oh, and can I just say, you look gorgeous,” she says, and I scoff. I chose to wear a maroon bandage midi dress today because I woke up feeling like it, and I do want to impress the art curator. I know I can’t do that in jeans and a t-shirt. “Thank you.” “Where are you headed?” she asks, glancing over at me. “The National Museum. I have an appointment,” I tell her, leaning back in the seat.

"We'll be out of your hair after this next plate. I'll pay the full amount, so let the poor waiter have the second half meant for us. Ah! While I'm here, did you happen to find the items at the auction I needed?" "A few pieces of the polished obsidian from Vesuvius, a Muse's tear, aged olive root from a hundred years old tree, and an assortment of local medicines. They are all legitimate, so I hope you have the capital to complete our little deal." "Of course. Have them sent to Yao's home, I'll have Lu bring the money later this evening, thank you." "A pleasure as always Nina." He tipped his hat and adjusted his scarf. "Until next time" She took Yao's hand and smiled "well...we get to start

In the box is a small metal cylinder with wires and blinking LED digits counting down. 5…4…3…2…1

Tony immediately opened the box when Sean winked at him. "Wow!" The triplets had a look inside the box. They covered their small mouths as they exclaimed with joy. Inside the box were the valuable toys that the triplets liked very much from the Space Museum they visited today! Space Battleships, space planes, satellite models, and various toy planets... At that time, the triplets were leaning on the transparent showcase looking at those toys. They stared at them for quite a long time. But, they knew that most of the stuff inside the Museum could only be looked at and not be bought. So, they did not think of buying them.

“I didn't ask to know either. I didn't know that you didn't know dammit. A few step forward in his direction with looks of anger on their faces as Julia and I step toward him. The conversation quickly ends however when Maximus pops back into the room with a box. He sits the box on top of Xander’s desk as we all walk over to take a look. The vials inside of it glow in an oddly white shade as Morbius drags Adam over. “Is This the box? Is this all of it?” he asked him. Adam nods his head quickly and Morbius releases him as Xander picks up one of the vials to study it. We all look at the box in trepidation knowing what it is. This is the only way that has ever been invented to kill one of us. Th

Unbelievable how certain people will buy unnecessary stuff that has no use. Making her way towards the dressing table, she noticed a music box. Pink with glitter, with a little baby cub with white fur inside. Spinning in a circle. The memory of the box flashed through Mia’s mind. She was only a baby back then, but she remembered every single detail about the day she got it.

I explained. "Well, I have a little key just like that one," Olivia seemed radiant. "The place is called The Box. It's a place in a neighboring city to ours that rents or sells spaces for you to store things, like a storage facility. It's a huge warehouse; they have large and small spaces, like thousands of locked compartments. Mine, for example, is large, it's where I keep things from my modeling days. I bought my space, it's mine, but I can't resell it. If I don't want to continue with it, I can return it to The Box, and they'll pay me less than what I paid for it." "So the key could be for a purchased space or a rented space, and if it was rented, it's gone?" I asked, already worried that

I mumbled to myself upon remembering one almost-forgotten detail. I dug a hand into my pocket once again and fished out a rose, made from an intricately folded piece of black paper. It was our guild’s signature to leave black paper roses after corpses that we assassinate. I’ve always found the practice insignificant, but I guess the higher-ups wanted to take credit in all those kills so bad. “What a waste,” I stared at the second arrow I shot, pinning the rose into the wooden door of his carriage. But finally, my work was done.