#creative wriring

[ameliaroses-posts]

Death is only a joke for two

That keeps feeding

More than it

Consumes

Twined lines

That define

Your will to

Live

Maybe just forgive

The threads

Of once said

Death is only a joke for one

But which is,

Less fun?

[greg-the-dash-bulbasaur]

I need to work on my creative writing for school, so I decided to make a travel blog/road trip story collection for my new traveling companion Greg the Bulbasaur who sits on my car's dash. Expect lots of stories and pictures.

[chalkintherain]

The Zephyr

Here you are that warm breeze there Cleave me from a cold citrus mind Your earthen core stems a tide Fortified for decades with silted folly Only awaiting a torrent to be set free Black pillow heart dreams I will bite And suffocate in its untouchable glare Sweet innocence has since fermented Into a hard shot that goes down smooth But sits uneasy in the soured belly Drink it in and warm your souls here In the tea my leaves were steeped in. Silently sipping in vulgar complicity From an infinite cup where all is known And where words can never escape These will not be futures Halcyon Just litter of what will never be Strewn across a road long since forked Running parallel enough to conceal The vast chasm that lies between Still there you are, that warm breeze Fly away now on your thermal drafts My earth awaits your sudden return

[kittyprincessofcats]

That awkward/epic writing-moment where you're playing around with various ideas in your head and suddenly you have an idea for one of your characters and at first you don't honestly consider going through with it, but then just for fun you start to think it through and suddenly everything this character has ever said, done and felt makes SO MUCH MORE SENSE THAN BEFORE. And it just hits you like a wall of bricks and you know you HAVE TO DO THIS.

It's like this character kept a secret from you and it just took you a while to figure it out.

[littlewritingsforyou-blog]

Every night he awakens from a dream that he just can't seem to remember. He's chasing down a ghost of a girl, and she's everywhere.

The Seer's Heart

[inkneverdies]

When the wind took our soul On a golden pathway

[foxgopher]

The following is something I wrote a while ago. At least a year. I've always wanted to make this story, but I never seem to get anywhere with it. I'm just gonna drop it here and hope for feedback.

  PROLOUGE Lana sat at her table in her hut, weaving a basket from the grass she had carefully dried the day before. The going was tough due to the cold, when she tried to wet the reeds to move them around each-other, some of them froze and snapped; one of the disadvantages that came from living in the northern tundra. Another reed snapped, Lana swore, this was becoming too much. The wolf tribe of the Wexah had always inhabited the tundra, but there was just no getting used to it. And winter was lasting longer than usual. Lana pulled her cloak tighter around her white fur, praying that the wind died down a bit. “Lana!” she heard her name from her door. Fahsal, her friend stood, leaned against her doorframe, panting, clearly tired. “What? What is it?” Lana had been more paranoid than usual lately. Every time someone came running she immediately feared the worst. Fire? Accident? War? Still gasping Fahsal spoke. “Rekob had her cub! It’s a male,” Fahsal’s eyebrows rose slightly and her tone hinted at a huge secret, “and I think you’ll want to see him for yourself.” Still fearing the worst, Lana rose to her feet, clutching her own swollen belly. She could not get used to being pregnant, though she was happy for the child she bore, the strain was getting to her. She moved slowly to the open door and outside where Fahsal waited for her. Fahsal was going crazy over the recent increase in pregnancies in the pack. Maybe she was jealous she hadn’t been one of the lucky few from Te-ran’s harem to be chosen. Lana didn’t need to worry about that. Even though Te-ran was the Alpha of the pack, Lana preferred her partner, Forte. Forte wasn’t the biggest or strongest among them, but he cared for her and was the first to offer his help to anyone. Today he had gone with the hunters to search for game. The population of Ferals was beginning to dwindle and the hunters needed more help if they were going to track and kill anything. “Come on! We’re going to miss everything!” Shouted Fahsal, “I swear, ever since you got pregnant you lost some of your sense.” “Hey!” Retorted Lana, “Don’t you yell at me! It’s not like I can help it. I’m sure Rekob was the exact same way.” They walked slowly over to Te-rah’s tent, Fahsal complaining the whole time. Te-rah’s tent dwarfed Lana’s little hut. Being the Alpha, Te-rah had many advantages, one being the giant tent. Servants, his choice of mates, the best of the food, and the finest of all things in the village were his. Te-rah let no one forget it either. Walking through the opening, the first sight that caught Lana’s eye was the giant portrait of Te-rah, standing on the peak of Mount Kali, looking down on the world. The tent was crowded with people, all of whom, Lana assumed, were here for the birth ceremony of Teh-ra’s newest son. “Excuse us!” Boomed Fahsal, “Soon-to-be mother and personal friend of the current new mother, coming through!” Lana put her hand to her forehead. The crowd gradually shifted itself enough to create a path for them. They walked through a division in the tent into where the harem lived, trying to locate Rekob as quickly as possible. It wasn’t that difficult, the bed she occupied was surrounded. They broke into the circle of onlookers and saw Rekob holding her cub, wrapped tightly in a blanket. “Lana!” She cried, “I’m so glad you made it! How are you?” “I’m fine, just fine.” Lana replied, “What about you? You did just give birth after all.” “Oh, that’s long over. I’m fine, just really tired.” Rekob seemed full of energy, like she was excited about something. “Lana, it’s amazing! Me! Out of all the possible mates, ME!” “I’m not sure I understand exactly what is happening here.” Said Lana, confusion playing across her brow. “I was confused at first too. I thought for sure you’d have yours before me, but here I am, and that’s not even the best part. Look!” Rekob held the cub out for Lana to see. Lana gasped, she couldn’t believe it. They only showed up when they were needed, when a hero would soon lead all the Wexah through crisis of some kind. Lana fainted. Luckily the crowd was so thick that they caught her. Soon they all saw what she had seen and there was a silence throughout the group. The cub in Rekob’s arms, was blacker than night, streaks of vivid red throughout his coat.

[ameliaroses-posts]

My heart is no longer capable of breathing, So when can i stop the bleeding?