Inward Writes

My random poems and story ideas lol

[theinwardshoe]

I mainly talk about Hermitcraft, Empiressmp, and more. I love art and trying new things

I am a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, I do not use foul language or post or Reblog sexually explicit content

[inwardwrites]

SCP 9466 The Kybo Monkey

The original encounter of this particular SCP monster at a youth camp. There were four boys in the group; one made it out alive. 

It had been late, the four boys were up way past the time for lights out. One of the boys announced quietly, he needed to use the bathroom. He had gone to the outhouse- kybos- as the camp called them, about a 10 minute walk away. 20 minutes passed, then 30, and then almost an hour. He hadn't returned.

Two of the other boys started to get uneasy. Somebody should go check on him. Wolves weren't common this close to the lake, but possible. The two boys slowly walked towards the outhouse, stopping outside the door. The door was open, and so the first boy peered in, and whispered loudly: "Ryan!"

It was empty. He stared for a few seconds, but he heard something loud, a rythmic thud similar to a horse galloping across uneven stone. Then, it stopped. Around the toilet seat, he saw what appeared to be long spiderlike limbs wrapping around. Then as they extended further out, he realized they were not limbs, they were fingers attached to long muscular arms. This was not a bear.

By the time he saw the head, baring long sabretooth like fangs, his heart was already thudding loudly in his ears. The other boy tugged at his shirt, asking him what was going on. The creature let out a ear scraping screech, and the first boy bolted away from the kybo. The second boy followed close behind, but his adrenaline wasn't fueled by fear, yet.

He heard a rhythmic scooping sound like a horse throwing gravel back with its hooves. It drew closer and suddenly it stopped.

he ran as hard as he could now, knowing that if he didn’t make it, no one would know what happened. He heard it again, throwing back piles of gravel with long muscular fingers. It drew close enough that he could hear it’s breathing. Horrifyingly he realized, it wasn’t panting. He slowed his pace just slightly and the clopping of gravel slowed ever so slightly. It was toying with him. Steeling his already tired lungs he willed himself to a dead sprint, the camp was only two minutes away. He shouted, stealing the little air left in his lungs. He made it within eyesight of the camp when he was suddenly pulled violently off his feet by the monster. The fourth friend could only watch in stunned horror.

SCP officials were called in, while the youth leaders had pistols and the ranger had a shot gun, they wouldn’t take any chances. They inspected the many Kybos dotted around camp, where a D class worker repelled down. There were large tunnels possibly connecting each kybo together. He purposely made noise, shouting down the tunnel. It echoed back at him, and then he heard the slapping noise of fingers slamming against rough stone. It sounded angry. He pulled the rope hard and they began to pull him up and out. He ran past the crowd of SCP officials and threw up in the bushes. Twenty SCP foundation members watched impossibly long fingers rap around the lid of the toilet before revealing the ugly face and bared teeth.

They loaded it with enough tranquilizers to down an elephant, and carefully moved it to a cage. This seemed easy, almost too easy. The creature lay down flat was nearly the length of the pick up that the trailer was attached to. For an ape—at least that was what they supposed it to be—was incredibly thin. It didn’t have the robust powerful frame of the lowland gorillas or most of the other chimps. That said, it was almost entirely muscle. What really frightened them was its hands. Each finger measured between 10-14 inches meaning it could grip a basketball with two fingers. They started the long trip back to the SCP warehouse, knowing if the tranquilizers wore off too quickly they probably wouldn’t be able to catch it. …

[inwardwrites]

through crystal blue waves the dark hull plods slowly, sirenly. The waves had enchanted him, and for them he would give his life

[inwardwrites]

Existe hierro en muy pocos lugares en el universo Cuando una estrella comienza derrumbarse los átomos de hidrogen condensan a ser elementos más y más densos Al llegar a ser hierro la estrella se explota o se derrumba a un agujero negro La mayoría de planetas nunca llegan a tener las condiciones adecuadas Lleva billones de años para que una estrella lo produce, pero Ella tiene chispes de polvo de estrellas en sus ojos

[inwardwrites]

Bourne upon weary shoulders

born to a weary world

alone in his death

kings came to see his birth

Silver to purchase his crucifiction

Gold for this little Child's celebration

determined to fulfill his Fathers plan

His earthly Father took his hand

Before Abraham was I am

Unto us, a Child is born

among sinners he hung

to his mothers robes he clung

With every word he showed his love

his spirit descends like a dove

One week to teach his friends

his earthly ministry know no ends

Hailed on donkey's back

Counselor Prince of Peace the true Rock

He preached making Phariseas roar

while he was hailed on Galilean shore

Forgiving sins and healing all

The King of Kings, the beloved son of God

[inwardwrites]

<I am fallen from grace>. the tears burned hot in his eyes. <l am not the man you loved>

<far from it, I suspect> she wrapped her fingers around his arm as he rested his head against the back of the chair

<my dreams are filled with ghosts, even you haunt me now. Why? Why! It should have been me! Our daughter is dead!! Our son….> his voice caught in his throat, and he buried his face in his hands once more.

<You worry too much. You will see the curtain of time pull back. I’ll be there too. I love you my King>

[goldwerewolf]

I envy writers.

As an artist I can give you a snapshot into a world.

But a writer.

A writer can take you there.

They can weave together words and create a portal to anywhere. You can visit those places instead of looking out a window and wishing to be a part of it.

I envy writers.

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I envy artists.

A writer can give you a story.

But an artist.

An artist can show you the exact emotions behind everything.

They can paint a picture worth a thousand words without ever writing one. They can show you every single emotion, every single thought in a second. They can show emotion like a writer never could.

I envy artists.

[the-haiku-bot]

An artist can show

you the exact emotions

behind everything.

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

[inwardwrites]

a writer lives monochromatic. their words cannot paint but in two colors

texture and depth and feeling and weight all reside between monochrome pages.

Emotion clings close to the surface, laughter and pain.

without it, Frost’s Road less traveled would not echo down through time

without it Shakespeare to be or not to be would never have been asked, at least in a way that matters

middle earth and 221 baker street and any written refuge would be folktale

[inwardwrites]

A veces la distancia duele

en formas que no imaginabas

no estar alado de tu querido

no habría sido mejor quedarte solo?

más fácil pero no mejor

no sería mejor sin estos sentimientos si te duelen tanto?

más fácil pero no mejor

no sé mucho pero sé que el amor es mayor que todo

No quiero un amor en un vaso de chupito

Algo fuerte pero se pasa rápidamente

no quiero amor que sólo sea dos barcos pasándose a la medianoche

compartir algo pero no todo, guardándolo por el próximo barco que me llame la atención

solo algo duradero, alguien con quien puedo compartir todo

cada miedo y sueño, cumpleaños y atardeceres, noches bajo estrellas, risas y lágrimas, abrazos y caricias, llegando a ser uno solo con ella

[inwardwrites]

un poema de amor supongo?

me siento vivificado con solo verla

No me creo tan digno merecer su confianza

soy un tonto

Encontrarla me calentó el pecho

llamas envuelvan mi corazón

No la amo solo por sentimiento

no la amo solo por belleza

la amo por su presencia

por el alma bello que tiene

La voy a cuidar

en lo físico y emocional

Le daré consuelo en momentos difíciles por lo que sea que yo sienta

le daré apoyo para subir los montañosos logros de su vida

no quitaré esta relación por ser difícil.

Dos personas llegando a ser una es incómoda aveces. Tengo que despojarme de mi seguridad emocional para hacerle espacio en mi corazón

No es suficiente amarle

Tengo que hacerle sentir amada

[inwardwrites]

I don’t like giraffes

I was fascinated by tigers

And captivated by bears

elephants trunks

alligators jaws

Baboons and fish and moose

hippos rhinos and even a pelican

giraffes seemed silly with long necks and dark brown splotches

tiny heads and gigantic hooves

not for me I had said.

then she gave me one, and now I see her everytime I look at them

I love giraffes

[tenderwatches]

sometimes you need dialogue tags and don't want to use the same four

[stories-by-hails]

For anyone who needs this

[writing-prompt-s]

!!!!

[inwardwrites]

my desire to write a scene that I’ve manifested dozens of times and know by heart is inversely proportional to my ability to write it

[wordsandmorewords]

beautiful (her)

'beautiful' is prevailing, but hardly overused in a thumping heart, it captures a multitude of meanings, intensities, of mood

sometimes I reach for something new the list of synonyms is close, but only a select few are neighbours to what it does imbue

not gorgeous, No! it's too bombastic(!) not mesmerizing, No! it's too fantastic not cute, No! too quaint, not wholly burgeoning, less drastic

not merely every sense, not merely sight to be an all-encompassing lexeme that captures candlelight but also the soft, dim, eventide of night

often stepping ever so quietly, like a thieving saboteur the stumble onto a new world for a voyageur a rise after struggle for a budding entrepreneur

an incalculable contradiction, but also always pure something to get the pulse racing, but also demure existing more than in passing, that will surely endure

something to compete with a kitten purr how I am excessively rapt, an a elated connoisseur 'beautiful' fits perfectly for her

[theinwardshoe]

he fell.

careening, freewheeling, nothing to stop his descent! A lone scream escaped his lips. Over the transmitter, it was obvious what had occurred *Mumbo fell from a high place*

his face a flash of pain, Grian shouted, his wings reaching full stretch behind him. He ran to Mumbos side. Physically Grian was much smaller, and Mumbo felt so heavy. So heavy. He took his head, and cradling him in his arms. Tears pooled in his dark eyes and cascaded down his cheeks and onto Mumbos slowly cooling body.

“He’s in mourning”

[theinwardshoe]

Traitors!!” He shouted at the sky, his wings flaring out behind him. “You promised!!”

he raised his fist before opening his hand and gently holding Mumbo’s lifeless chest, Grian pressed himself against his fallen body…

they had promised him.

[inwardwrites]

later:

<you think you’re in charge here?>

“what!? Who said that?!” Grian jumped to his feet

<have you truly forgotten so much?>

“You..” Grian gritted his teeth

<You don’t still think you’re the only one do you?> unsure of what to do he unsheathed his sword and prepared for the blow that was sure to come.

<you said we broke promises, we have broken nothing. We don’t make promises with liars and traitors. You aren’t the only one that has tried to bargain or threaten our will>

“It was supposed to be Jimmy” he said quietly

<jimmy? You’d rather he die than a void walker?>

“I loved him,” Grian said softly his voice now trembling.

<Your angels have fallen, you were powerless to stop them>

“yeah, I Noticed”

[inwardwrites]

“you… you kept me warm”

“I couldn’t let you freeze”

“but… you’re fire is burning out… you’ll die”

“live better then, live fuller, and then when your time is at an end, I will be there to welcome you. Carry the songs of all you protect…”

“burn brightly for all to see…”

Droplets sizzled out on the hot ground as she cried, watching his fire slowly burn red and with a trace of smoke disappear

Art credit: https://www.deviantart.com/xxthingshappenxx

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“The Weight of Unseen Things”

In the quiet hours, where shadows stretch long,

I carry the weight of what’s gone wrong.

Not a weight you can hold, nor a chain you can see,

But the echoes of choices that made me… me.

They whisper at dawn, they linger at night,

A chorus of “what-ifs” that dims every light.

The words I swallowed, the roads not taken,

The promises made, then cruelly forsaken.

Do you feel it too? That invisible strain,

The tug of regret, the ghost of pain?

A smile for the world, a mask so tight,

But inside, the storms wage endless fights.

And yet, within this chaos, a spark still glows,

A small, fragile ember that quietly knows:

We’re stitched by our scars, but not wholly defined,

There’s beauty in breaking and mending in kind.

For every tear shed, there’s a seed to be sown,

A garden of lessons where resilience is grown.

The weight may not vanish, but strength will appear,

In carrying what’s heavy, we conquer our fear.

So here’s to the burden, the ache, the climb,

The fight for meaning through space and time.

We are not alone in this labyrinth of feels,

For what we bury, someone else heals.

And maybe that’s life: a tangle, a dance,

Of holding the pain while giving hope a chance.

So, to you who feels heavy, I see you, I care—

Your heart’s not alone, we’re all anchored there.

- DK

[inwardwrites]

The Widows Curse

Cursed by death. Cursed not to die, but to live

To watch all collapse around him. Friends, allies, loved ones

Gone.

To be immortal, tormented by the Creators

He did always win the games, but he always watched.

Even the games he won, he lost everything important.

If it had been in the heat of battle he wouldn't feel so guilty

When the two of them were left

the voices that watched demanded death.

Death always pursues him.

it swings its sythe to all that stand by him.

Great warriors and cunning minds have fallen victim to this curse