creative writing

I hear your voice in the wind, feel your touch in the sun, and see you in my memories. You are here You are with me Soon to be six months since you disappeared from this world. I miss you. My husband, my heart.

Open your eyes your ears will follow, open your ears your mind will follow, open your mind your heart shall follow, open your heart feel what amazing things can happen through being open.

As we grow older Our minds change Our thoughts change The difference from youth to maturity Our reactions Our thoughts The difference is clear Yet subtle

Change Difference New things Growing up Thoughts change Mind changes Memory change

In the mirror she looks Those eyes They stare back Different So very different Green eyes mixed with grey Bright with sight The things they have seen Used to only in vision the dark No, not anymore There is light Those bright eyes They see different They are so different

Oh that Warmth Rays of the sun Heat of the light Oh that Warmth Light through darkness Brightest when high Oh that Warmth Filling the soul Soothing the cold

At the edge Holding on A slip Grip lost Moment gone Time faded Yet She holds on Despite the slip Memories strong Despite the slip She is strong.

Captive memories Paper thin souvineers Of events long past Even these fade and crumble to dust When held by the hands of time

She plays Her fingers moving swiftly across the keys The melody and harmonies take flight Swirling and coming together in the air Like a flock of sparrows She plays Each chord coming faster than the last She pours her soul into the piece Lifting it to a crescendo She stops The notes halt in...

Book One: Summoned to Another World Prologue: My Pet ate the actual Hero so I was Summoned Instead. There are many things in this world that people do not understand. One of these things was resting in an obsidian throne in his personal dimension. He was in his true form, well one of them, and...

With each breath, I remember the past, with each heart beat, I remember why I am as I am, with each step, I continue to grow stronger, with each moment, I find the beauty and the positive that only adds to my strength and my wisdom. With each day I am more.

Okay. So the moment I found out that this site has a Thread that is for short stories and poems and the like, I screamed in my head with delight! Yes, another site where peeps can see the ideas in my head! \^°^/ So, this is from a Pokémon site that I'm in; we are able to type out a description...

Empty There is a hole inside of me, waiting to envelop me, bringing me into the peace that is nothing. The peace that is empty. This hole grows, it grows as I age, yet I do not stop its growth. Why? Shouldn't I be scared? Shouldn't I be afraid? Of nothing? Of emptiness? Why? I am not...

It is difficult to jump From self loathing and doubt To having more ego than one should allow But when your body does not know what To do with itself. One must learn to cope With the way the body flip flops. Making The mind hop and jump from one little Emotion to the other Like some bad Joke...

"You may be surprised with what we're trying to get you to eliminate, but please do consider it." The man was known as General Frey - an old man with graying hair and also graying, bushy moustache. He wasn't wearing his general uniform; in fact, he was wearing civilian clothing. I looked down...

They dance The music moves them Flowing gracefully through the steps Their two shadows Intertwine and become one They dance Their feet trace an endless pattern on the floor Their hands locked together In a vice-like grip They dance Their eyes locked on each other Yet they see nothing They...

Every leaf green Every kid keen. Living in a world Where everything's whirled . So I keep the secret of the night Out of the blinding precious light..

I really don't want to give anything away, but this is the beginning of a crime novel I'm writing. From the point-of-view of the FBI and the victims. I really dont know how long this will be, but it is split into parts based on POV. Yes, this is rated R, for explicit violence, death, and other...

The sky is afire Full of flaming colors Red, gold, and orange Streak across the clouds A blazing inferno of beauty That fades into softer colors. Yellow, pink, and purple A soft glow that slowly melts into blackness There is nothing Until little white specks appear One by one They glitter and...

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...