creative writing

Chapter 13 Locks on the door began to click and jiggle with the slight twist of a handle at the garage door entry point into the house. The owner cautiously approached the noisy door with a shotgun held in his right hand; taking the left, he flicked the lock. The man jerked the door open as he...

Furnace Of War To say he wasn't distrustful of humans would be a lie, in fact, the contempt spread equally toward all other races of Melisander-the world-but it stemmed from a bloody history long before he had even been a thought in the minds of his parents the history of which the world was...

To All Those Who Come Here None of us ever wanted this to become what it is. The fact is, we were young and we didn’t understand what it was to be a Creator. We didn’t understand why the rules were the way that they were. We didn’t know how limited our limitless powers were and just what...

These are song lyrics I wrote based on the Nightmare On Elm Street series. I hope you enjoy them. (Trigger warning: explicit language and suggestive themes) Welcome to the house where the monster lives The place where the deadliest nightmares stem No point in running- I'm beneath your skin...

Nesy walked through the gray mountainous terrain, the rocky terrain was gray and dull. Beyond the mountains he saw a pink sky that bordered with the gray clouds, the feathery clouds were as soft as cotton candy. Nesy made his way down the vast lifeless mountainous terrain over the glaciers, the...

Nesy walked through the cherry blossom forest and the pink blossoms blew past of his line of sight, they eventually settled onto the ground. The sunlight pierced through the layers of blossoms that were on the trees. The pink sky above with its feathery clouds hovered above the heavens, the...

As the sun came up from the horizon and the purplish mountains would start to scatter the light across the terrain. The birds that chirped sang their songs into the sky and the mountains that blocked the light would start to scatter the light outwards. The vibrant grass began to show itself more...

The world of Aiura was a peaceful world... Meanwhile in the lab. The lab was located somewhere in the mountains. They were shrouded in cherry blossoms but there was one small hole in the mountains leading into the labs. There were elven and human workers casually tinkering with things. They...

I rested my head on the back of my chair. It was 1:00 AM, I had woken up early to head to work later at 3:00. It was dark, I can’t handle bright lights this early in the morning. I was holding the television remote, flicking through stations. Commercials, commercials, some shitty sitcom, more...

I'm not sure where to put this,So I hope this is fine. Basically I once found out about a type of mythical creature that is essentially the opposite of vampires. However, there is little to no information on these creatures. All there was was a small paragraph on Wikipedia and the exact same on...

So Nos Malus Infinitum is a little universe that I'm somewhat developing. It is inspired of Star Wars, Star Trek, Warhammer 40k(A lot of references to it here) and many other science fiction and fantasies. What I was trying to make was a Grimdark Universe that doesn't take itself seriously.(Like...

Author's Notes Soooo..... Valentine's Day is around the corner. I've had this plot for a story simmering in my head for nearly two years, but I haven't sat down and completed it. Maybe now, I can write a little of this thing here.... Just a good sized chapter of my story. I've never written a...

He lay on the soft grass, and gazed upon the sky with lazy eyes. He saw the blue sky, milky clouds in feathery white streaks, and the soft rays of the sun, barely peeking into his peripherals. A softer look rose to his eyes as he gazed upon the beautiful array of colours once the sun touched the...

A direct passage from the story 'Murder of a Crow' I am currently writing. This story is still a work in progress. I felt very proud and enjoyed this small bit. So I thought I'd share. Please enjoy...

Muse of mine I cannot hold you now I cannot keep you ever in my sight Infrequent thing, you crease my worried brow When you flee quietly into the night I need you by my side through every day Not fleeting aid when strange fancy alights But oh nights when your pity goes my way We rise ourselves...

In your embrace I stay so willingly Your curling arms, your sultry voice, you’re cold You’re dangerous, I fear you’re killing me By being deep and dark and strong and bold I fear for life for love for ticking time I fear no one will hold me when you’re gone And so I put my love for you in rhyme...

Yes. Yes I do, occasionally. I have quite a lot of it, but I think it would be interesting to get additional feedback, or just general discussion about stuff and things. Most of my poetic work is standalone, but if (Bad Seafood) is in the title, it's part of the Bad Seafood series. Which will be...

It was 9:01 in the morning. On a Saturday, you slept in until one past nine. On a Tuesday, the class didn’t start until 10:00 on the morning. But on a Thursday, class started on the dot at 9:00 AM. So, when it’s 9:01 and you’re still in the hall, you’re not in the classroom. And if you’re not in...

There it was, that sensation that brought her mind from her thoughts. That feeling... Her thumb slides over to her ring finger upon her left hand. Slowly she rubs at its underside. Something was missing. What was it again? Her mind began to wonder and her thumb leaving the finger. Then the...

(This is an old poem that I wrote and fixed up a little bit a few months ago. I want to keep it raw, so I am not going to change it much but feel free to leave criticisms anyways!) (TRIGGER WARNING: INVOLVES MENTIONING OF PARENTAL ABUSE) The woman and man signed the papers Changed their names...