Tag: creative writing
The Lost One – Part One
Kelgen stood amidst a dying forest, barren in the coming autumn, and looked up. Jethus hung by his neck from the branch of a large oak. The rope that strangled his throat had been pinned down by a stake at one end then tossed over the branch, where he was then forced from this life ...Distractions
I cannot There is no way I cannot face What happened today I must do something I must move quick My heart beat is too fast I feel quite sick Something went wrong Something’s amiss It’s out of my control Something I cannot fix. I surf the web I clutch my chest Oh look, a ...- Home & GardenHealth & WellnessEntertainmentCreativityParenting & FamilySelf-Help & RelationshipsFiction
Everybody Hates Kris (Joker Fanfiction), Part One
**Trigger warnings:** Domestic, Emotional, Physical, and Verbal Abuse. Drug/Alcohol Abuse, Bullying, Violent Content, Mental Illness *** ***Disclaimer: This is a work of Fanfiction, as none of the content are my original work. The characters are created by DC comics. The content belongs to Warner Bros and DC, as the film was directed by Todd Phillips ... Writing Sprints: The Savior Of My Writing Process
I have written articles about how I have a lot of anxiety about the amount of time it takes me to physically type words. I’m pretty sure I’ve mentioned that sometimes I get so frustrated I don’t even bother writing that day. I’ve figured a way around that. There are these magical things called writing ...The Light Across the Room
I can see you sitting across from me. Your eyes were dark and eerie. But there was nothing about you that screams danger. Your stance was high but the way the calmness of your stance starts to still me. You’re alone at the piano. The quickness of your fingers and the soulful music you were ...Bay Mare’s Foal
Trees and grass, the Bay mare’s protection One spring night. Breathing heavily – No wind, No threat in sight. Her colt lies beside her, Touching noses.The Awakening, A Poem About Creativity
Is life as easy as one thinks it is? I’ve asked that countless times, On a personal quest, Like rubbing a crystal ball, Expecting the future to be revealed, Decoded with enough grandeur to stand on mountains. It used to make sense to me, Like a fantasy RPG game, Pick a character, achieve goals, Maybe ...Love Is Mitosis
Maybe it’s the sleep deprivation. Or it could be the excessive black coffee in my veins. Or maybe it was that philosophy class I attended one time before switching out. I have no idea why I am typing this blog post. I do know that it was on a Sunday morning, my wedges clicked on ...Conversations With My Doubts
A heart that hurts Is hard to heal. When someone has hurt you To the point you can’t speak on the pain. How do you return from that? How do you reach another heart that’s been twisted as much as you? Is it even possible to go back – to the moment before the pain ...
