creative writing

I would like to preface this with all of the following is /not/ mine. However, this record - these archives are near and dear to my heart, and must be shared whenever possible. To give you an idea of how old these files are (how old I am, and how much of a digital packrat I've become), I have...

Watching the wind encase each of her loose wavy strands was intoxicating. I stare into a pair of empty cerulean eyes, like the shadow cast over my desk from the dull white pills I force myself to indulge in for the sake of those “who love me”. In an empty glass casket that is decorated with...

The story you are about to read is written while I am hiding in my cellar from whoever is in my house. I've got no signal, so I can't call the police. But I hope that this text at least will clarify what have happened... If I won't be able to. For you to be able to completely understand the...

I don’t even notice it happening Even after the tenth time Or the twentieth Because this time, it’ll be different I just have to stay awake Keep my eyes open That’s easy And then I’m shaken awake again I wasn’t even sleeping I want to Let me sleep

<> Allow me to preface this log with a note that this was a completely random encounter on IMVU around 1:30 AM on November 26, 2016 in a high fantasy room I've not visited before, nor revisited since this scene. I was suffering from sleep deprivation that night and was slightly inebriated...

It was the year 19...19-something. I was in the midst of a German offensive in France in the heart of the first World War. It was...Hectic, to say the least. Chaotic...Would be an understatement. I was in the mud, ducking down as deep as I can to avoid gunfire. My face was pushed up against the...

Me A simple word Referring to one speaking Self Slightly longer Similar in meaning I A letter But has the same purpose You Overuse of the first three Makes this one worthless

Hiyaa everyone! First i'd like to say that this is a fanfiction i have written at the beginning of this year. My writing style has changed considerably since then. Now i'd like to wish you, the reader, a lot of fun reading about what happened to the colonists who set off to build a new life on...

I wrote a poem I posted it on the web I got a like Yay

Chapter 1: They called him darkness. They called him a shadow without breath or depth. Silently moving, menacingly equipped, sinister as it devoured everything in its path. Some called him devil but most knew him by one name... The abyss had claimed him, and so it was said, to fill the void...

Her hands hovered over the keyboard as her eyes stared blankly at the screen. What was she going to write? Was there an idea? She couldn't recall it. There was no detail. It all seemed to be lost. Practice? Yes that would help. Like riding a bike? Maybe. Just a little rusty, a little lost to...

As her feet stepped across the ground, the auotum leaves crunching beneath their weight. A soothing sound that flooded the air to mix with the wind. Those leaves danced in that breeze as if a new song was playing. She walked further along, until the path broke off. It was a rough path, worn...

Beep.........beep........beep.........beep That sound...what was it? Where was it coming from? Beep.........beep........beep.........beep Upon looking around, it was a familiar sight but it was a different room. The machines that seemed so unimportant, now singing, alerting...

They seek the place where dark things lie Where evil breeds Where hope goes to die My question is Why? They touch the things that are black and grim That dwell in holes And places dim My question is Why? They love these things But at what cost? If you tread dark places You risk becoming lost

Consider the person, and like all people, this person is flawed. This is a person who has lied about what they've done so they can appear be the person they want to be, rather the person they actually are. A person who can barely contain their anger at being asked to do the simplest thing for...

Request completed for a friend (Decided to let y'all judge it) It made sense that when it started, Juliana was the first to go. She had wings, so much easier to grab onto than any other limb anyone else had, and when she left the group to investigate herself, it made perfect sense that it...

The music plays The silence dies The tune is soft Close your eyes It lifts your spirits It makes you smile Dulls the pain For a little while When the silence returns And the music ends Well, that's the thing about songs You can play them again

“Dryad” I was born with the forest, wild. free, untamable with the sprouting leaves, Danced with the forest green. I blossomed under the sun’s beams, sought lands, friends, adventure as I breathed Far within the forest trees. I colored under the falling, with leaves in hues of pies, cones...

Hey everybody! I am new to the storytelling genre and is therefore looking for feedback! If anyone got the time to give feedback on my latest video ( ) then i would be so happy! Things that i am worrying about: -Is the volume of music and voice balanced? -Is the mic good enough quality? -Is...

The crow is watching, Terrified beings scatter away, Fear is strong, fear is out of control, The townspeople, the house cats, the chubby dog from down the street, They are all fearing the crow as well, The townspeople, the house cat, the chubby dog, and the loner too, They plan on ridding of the...