creative writing

Another short story, but just split in two parts, for simplicity's sake. This is also another experiment with perspective. Once again, do not post on this thread, and please send me any criticism or questions via PM. Set in Washington, DC. I couldn't tell you how many charity events at art...

Mornings in the Hera Temple are fairly routine. Before the sun even rises, Rykari Nikki sneaks back to her room to collapse immediately into a deep sleep that won’t be disturbed till at least noon, at which time she’ll promptly deny any sneaking of any kind to anyone who asks, anyone who does...

Raindrops fall on my face They run down my cheeks Like tears Tears of joy

Chapter 1 Altair reached the city, fully armored. He passed through the huge gates, immediately met by chaos. People, some not even people, were bustling about. He saw a couple of thieves, tearing up posters. Altair sighed, knowing that he had just met his greatest challenge yet. "Need food...

This is a short story that is written and posted in 13 parts. Constructive criticism is wanted and appreciated. Don't post on this thread, please send me a message if you have any comments. These places exist and are geographically correct: Little Ben is near Victoria Station in central London...

During the year of 7812, Britain was in a horrible bit of political strife as the king of Britain had died, but left no male heir, only a beautiful young daughter by the name of Claricia Laclau. Due to the laws of Britain, if a king dies and leaves no male heir then the eldest daughter must come...

Hey guys here's the beginning of a story concerning my adventure on the planetary sistem of Branama. I will here tell you firstly about the historical background of this adventure, will post a description of the protagonist and the rest of the story later these days. Various vicissitudes led...

Just gonna put this here for fun. Don't know if anybody writes screenplays or likes to read them but here is what I thought up for a short film. FADE IN: EXT. ROOF OF THE EMPIRE STATE BUILDING - NIGHT JACK is standing on a ledge, behind him a ROBOT security unit pointing a taser at him. The...

Due to an insatiable wave of boredom, I've decided to cook up a little vow/speech that a religious body would proclame to unite two people in marriage. I used my name and my girlfriend's name as placeholders. Because why not? (Soulborne lore) "The Goddess knows the gate. The Goddess is the...

*Ah-po is how I refer to my grandma * This was some silly poem I thought of while walking home once from school while it was raining -_- it was really muddy When I visited my Ah-po's house in Ningbo And I saw the silver creeks running through the grey clay ground And The fish that twitched...

I danced tonight. I danced with your strength, I danced with your smile, I danced with you. I danced with your memory, I danced with your laughter, I danced with your touch, I danced with you. I danced again. I danced again because of your strength.

Boise City, Oklahoma 1937 WYATT DIDN'T LIKE PAINTING. He liked drawing, with no color applied. But sitting in a barn, raided by fresh dust, in the dead heat of a newly broken spring, he brought two paired forefingers up to the minor gash in his skin and rubbed them into the blood that had begun...

This is just a snippet of the first chapter from something I've started. I didn't want to post the entire thing. Hope you enjoy! A young, cocoa skinned and glasses baring girl looked around at the busy streets of Hudson City, a soft sigh escaping her plump lips, which tugged down to a...

.like a piece of art. .poetry. .romantic. I am an artist If writing is art And I've made it mine We can quibble over the differences another day Today, we’ll just accept literature as art And I am an artist This means I love like an artist With passions and extremes So few in-betweens In a...

Fire, I have found, is both a wonderful and terrible thing. Fire is warmth, heating us when we need to escape the cold. A warmth that blankets us, giving a comfort that we cherish after freezing. Fire is the hiss of pain as you stand too close, the unexpected heat catching you off guard. Fire...

Seasons change So do we You sit and wait Patiently For the snow to turn Into rain Youth comes of age But not without pain But when the rain does come It washes tears away You smile again Spring is on its way

You hear the music But do you hear it's soul You've heard the heart beat But have you heard the passion You hear the thunder But do you hear it's roar Do you hear it? What lays beneath that surface What is hiding Do you hear it?

As the wind moved, she moved her body swaying toes tracing in the dirt with each graceful movement. Pivoting and twirling as the sun shined Nature's spot light Bright and warm She danced a dance the world her music life around her, her audience Her eyes closed She doesn't need to see She...

Notes- This is an excerpt from a longer horror/urban fantasy piece I'm working on, but I really think the monster encounter here needs work and I'm not sure what to do with it. The main character is a Selkie (a person who turns into a seal when they put their sealskin on) and the monster...

(A poem that turned into a little bit of prose) A young man stands by himself on a street corner playing his guitar. His only light is the gas lamp upon which he leans, gazing up into the clouded night sky, strumming his lonely tune. His fingers move deftly across the strings, weaving a...