Tag: creative writing
To See Death- Part 1: Visitation
Darius woke to voices in his head. Tired, he rubbed his face with one hand and looked around the room: nothing but a dresser, a single window, and a closet door. Then music began to play, and he remembered the Bluetooth earbuds in his ears. He took them out and yawned. “Oh yeah,” he mumbled, ...Truth Or Dare
Daylight fades, and Caleb stares at the vacant, decrepit house. Dirt-coated snow runs along the front of the old, yellow building, and filth coats the entire structure. The rickety porch threatens to collapse, and the sight of it causes Caleb to let out a sharp breath. The fourteen-year-old regrets his choice for completing a dare ...Refresh: How They Came To Be – Part One
A dark that felt hollow. An emptiness so devoid, beyond the recognition of time and space. A night which does not stir, does not sleep, does not know anything of the sun. This is the Limbo before Creation. In the bowels of the deep world, a god reached into Limbo and grasped upon the designs ...- EnvironmentEntertainmentCreativityParenting & FamilySelf-Help & RelationshipsFictionMemoir & Autobiographies
The Ravine
Debbie haphazardly parked her SUV in the middle of the curvy canyon road. She jumped out and sprinted toward the edge of the ravine. Her heart threatened to burst from her chest as she caught sight of her son’s crashed motorcycle. She peered twenty feet downward and scanned the rocky depths for her son, Jake. ... - EnvironmentCurrent Affairs & PoliticsCultureCreativitySelf-Help & RelationshipsFictionMemoir & Autobiographies
The Fae Who Came To Victory Apartments
The Government of Levania Files to Case 06A-200018 (CONFIDENTIAL) Enter Username: Lee_Carmane Username Accepted. Welcome Mr. Carmane Enter Password: ************* Password Accepted You are now viewing confidential files. If revealed, the punishment, under Amendment III clause II, will be death. From the Diary of Mrs. Morrison, owner of Victory Apartments 33x/09/03 It’s been about a ... - EnvironmentCultureCreativityParenting & FamilySelf-Help & RelationshipsFictionPoetryMemoir & Autobiographies
generations: a poem
The boy passed the joint to his grandfather. A bulbous white cloud enveloped them, Locking souls together by generations: Generations walking backwards, Generations drowning under design and democracy, Generations pacing below sea level, Slave ships cresting high above their abandoned spirits. The Elder’s gray eyes dared look to the boy, A solitary moment imprisoned between ... - EnvironmentEntertainmentCultureCreativityParenting & FamilySelf-Help & RelationshipsFictionHome & Garden
The Winter Witch – A Decade Looms
Click the link for part one – The Winter Witch Click the link for part two: – The Winter Witch – Kurt’s Wrath Kurt stands on his backyard deck and watches the sunset through the winter-bared trees. He stares at the vacant house across the pond, as he has each winter evening for the past nine ... - EnvironmentCultureCreativityParenting & FamilySelf-Help & RelationshipsFictionMemoir & AutobiographiesHome & Garden
The Winter Witch – Kurt’s Wrath
Click the link for part one – The Winter Witch Kurt hides under his backyard deck. He peers through wooden beams to keep watch on the house across the pond. Knee-deep snow and frigid temperatures cause him to shiver, but he refuses to go inside his home. Images of his wife’s lifeless body and her ... 10 Signs You’re Addicted To Books
Anyone else feel like they need an AA meeting because they are a little (a lot) interested (obsessed) with reading and books? For the about of time, energy, and money spent because of this passion (addiction)? Us book lovers can’t seem to function without reading and can develop a twitch just thinking about the time not ...The Winter Witch
Howling winds gust through trees, forcing branches to graze the house’s siding. Their finger-like limbs taunt and tease, and Harlie bolts awake. Her heart races as she listens with a keen ear. She shivers and grumbles about Kurt’s new work schedule, which leaves her alone at night. Tapping the mattress with a hand, she calls ...
