#creative write

[allthecolorsofourlove]

and it goes like this:

i wake up and the day isnt so bad. i talk a lot and i laugh a lot and i eat when i remember to. my family calls me downstairs and i find myself staring my future in the face before my dogs start barking and the thought is whisked out the back door along with the clicking of puppy claws on hardwood floor. my friends pick me up and we wear masks in the car and we sit six feet apart and i realize how much they care. i wear clothes that make me happy and i put on a hoodie even though it’s sweltering outside because the air conditioner is cranked all the way up. i wait for fall rain to kick in and I try to feel as content as i can. my dad makes a joke as he makes beans and rice for dinner again. my mom hangs paintings on the front wall and asks what i think. my brothers yells of laughter echo through the house until late at night. i draw and i bake and i write until ive run out of breath and prose. my mind wanders to people i haven’t spoken to in years. i hope their families are safe when i walk around the pond at dusk. i tilt my head towards sunset and i feel like i am still 15 and full of hope.

and it goes like this:

i step up the stairs as the sky flips to grey then greyer then greyest. my room has become too cold so i turn off the air conditioner, knowing it will get too stuffy in an hour and it will have to come back on. i play music that says all the things i never found the right phrases for. i cradle my face in my hands while laughter from the discord call rings in my ears. i make a lazy excuse as to why i need to go to bed and hang up. i hop into the shower and i turn it as hot as it will go. i am basking in my own self loathing and steam as i brush my teeth to save time. when i get out i slather myself with cocoa butter and midway through end up closing my eyes in a halfhearted attempt to let the smell carry me back to second grade. i swipe out a goodnight to my friends and my room goes dark. my dogs climb into bed with me along with all of my thoughts from the day and we don’t all fit on my extra-long full mattress. then my chest begins to crack. i don’t think i can do this another day. i can’t find it in me to cry; my eyes have run dry after so many years of welling up at the smallest of sounds. there’s sandpaper under my skin and i feel something so primal rise up in my throat. the water running downstairs shuts off. the house is quiet. my head is so loud. eventually the feeling is expelled through some mediocre poem and it lingers in my mouth. the flavor sticks on my tongue like grease and bitter lime. i turn my phone face down and flip the ringer on, praying to god that tomorrow will be better. it’s an empty gesture: by now, i know exactly how tomorrow will be.

and so it goes. and so it goes.

[nixierain]

Bruh I just wrote a short story and Idk what to name it but here ya go

TW: Blood, violence, intense gore, blood, cannibalism Link if you prefer that: Untitled document - Google Docs And the damn thing if you wanna read it here:

The air was cold, the wind icey. Blood splattered on the grass, staining their hands, breaking their bones. The snap of tendons and the ripping of flesh was enough to hurt your ears. They stood over the body, staring at you. Their red eyes goreing into your soul. Horns glistened in the daylight, along with the fresh red, blue and black blood. Several colors mixing, some oxidizing and turning brown. You could see how sharp their claws were from how they were tearing apart the muscle. Though, the worst part was them eating it. Their teeth sharp enough to glide smoothly over the skin, and spikes on their arms simply able to be used as forks, stabbing into the victims, giving a twisted take on forks.

You watched this for a bit, the brutal creatures turning a peaceful, sunny day into a cannibalistic, hungry, bloody massacre. The sounds alone could give a person severe trauma, but no, you we’re watching. Seeing the bloodthirsty beasts devour every single poor soul in sight. Unless it was their tribe, it was eaten. Even their own species, just over tribes. They slashed at another across the chest, you could see the blood get scooped up in scratch, the gray being licked the fluid off of its claws. Then it would rip apart its limbs and rip it apart with its fangs before consuming the broken meat and bone. They spat the others' spikes and horns, as well as piercings. Weird enough, you noticed that these creatures seemed to have a lot of body piercings, as if it was a part of their culture. All the more to not want to interact with these things. Although, they did seem easy to trip, long legs, but small feet. Cleftly hoven and miniscule. Then again, they seemed accustomed to it, watching as when they fell, they would just crawl around on all fours before jumping back up to their feet. You were starting to get sidetracked from the bloodshed by simply studying the violent beasts. You started to notice the little things. Like how their long hair flows at different lengths, and how the chiefs wear a deer skull. The glistening of the spikes, how their tails swish when moving. The blood on their ash gray ski- 

Blood… 

Blood…

Blood…

Your brain went down a spiral as blood splashed around more, some dropping on your face. The beings noticed you, and quicker than a feather, they darted at you. Ripping you apart at the seams, spilling your guts, blood, organs, soul. They ate away at your life like starved entities that hadn’t eaten in ages. You felt something stab you in several places – Spikes. They were all over your body, skewing you like a Kabob.

Pain,

Blood,

Fear,

Survival instinct,

Unending feeling of death, and agony,

We’re the last things you felt before the silence and darkness welcomed you in open arms. Alas, your life was taken due to your cover being blown during research, though your files, papers, and records will forever be known as they make their way back to the Quartiles.

[diewoelfe]

I am an abandoned house with cracks in the walls & people fall through me

[hopeismanifest]

your gaze struck my spine, as the night dragged on you poured oceans into me

[prince-jermli]

Part four.

When I looked through the opening, all I could see was light, white blinding light. Something about it seemed strangely inviting. I crouch down and begin to make my way into the mysterious light when all of a sudden, the boy grabs my legs and yanks me back. He pulls the pen and paper from his pocket again and writes out the words “not yet.” I look up at him in frustration. “Who are you anyways?!” I exclaim at him. That was a bad idea, because as soon as I said that, I hear footsteps that traveled closer and closer until they reach the other side of the locked door. I hear the click of what sounded like a latch being undone and a half second later, a short plump lady barges in and demands to know what all the ruckus was about. “I was just talking to-” he’s gone. The boy is gone. Where could he have disappeared to so quickly? “Talking to who?” The lady scoffs. “Nobody- I mean, myself. Yes. I was talking to myself.” I nervously reply. She shoots an “I’m on to you” glare in my direction just before exiting and latching back the door behind her. I collapse to the floor and let out a sigh of relief, when I feel a tap on my shoulder. I jump and turn around to find the boy giggling behind me. “What…how did you…where did you…” I was filled with rage and confusion. “Who are you and what do you want?” I ask sternly. He once again pulls out the pen and paper and beings writing. My rage takes over and I slap both from his grasp. “No! You tell me what’s going on, right now!” He looks startled. I step back and take a deep breath and apologize to him. He leans in and whispers something in my ear. “Not here. Meet me outside at ten thirty tonight.” “Outside? How am I supposed to meet you outside when I can’t even leave this room?” I asked with a confused tone. He takes a breath and says “let me explain. The opening behind the dresser, it leads to a tunnel. Follow the path straight and it will take you to where you need to go.”

[itsanonymousm]

So close yet in reality so far away. What is keeping you, from coming my way. I sense a connection. one beyond lust. A consensus of words, exchange of hearts. I may be fragile, yet that won't bring me down. So ease your way through my mind. Let me share the beauty deep inside. -anonymousm

[itsanonymousm]

Severed deep into my thoughts, I wonder how I will make it out of this one. Some how there is an ease in my mind,body and soul, but that could be the tremendous storm gracefully brewing it's attack. A state of wonder and a state of fear, neither one is really clear. I hope I make it through this one because forsaken times there has been no mercy pleaded upon.