A joyous bubbling sound pushed through the corridors, echoing off the bells ringing bright song into the universe washing away the dull throbbing thud of that first explosion. The Great One, The Almighties Thunder, it’s crumbling sound raging as if one stood at the foot at the bottom of a mighty volcanic explosion sending gravel…
Category: creative writting
Adventure: Part 6
LONG TRAVELED ROAD The straight and narrow path winds through valleys that have been spoken and written about in abundance. However, this journey veers us away from it. Our Shaman in the lead. His voice a beacon as the path darkens. Our eyes adjust as the red glow of oil lamps line the far sides…
ADVENTURE: Part 5
QUESTION: Part 2 “Who do you believe the least important person is in your universe, why?” “The wheel spins, the weave is woven, time turns the clock hands, people grow and change, possibilities appear, disappear, only to reappear again. Life is an eternal cycle. We circle around people who are in their own disarray while…
Adventure: Part 4
THE QUESTION “He ends with a question for another day, another hour, who do you believe the least important person is in your universe, why?” (Excerpt from Part 3 by thoughtscreateweb.blog) Gasps and whispers rose from the circle. Strangers turning to each other and saying, ‘well I don’t know,’ some exclaimed people from past relationships,…
World Building: Shaman
Dear Reader, Our last world building post brought us to a far Western Island in a different universe than our own, while I directed everyone to sit before a stranger, a shamanic individual, a wise person on this floating ball of dirt and metal. His gaze shifts across each of your faces. Judging, perhaps gauging…
Into Midnight
Dress slashing the breeze, Music in the air, As we freeze, Dress flashing midair, Dancing, our breath frozen, Midair, in midst of our passion, Endearing love in the midst, Dancing onwards into midnight passion.
Escape
On the bend we turn again, into horizons sun, watching it set across the sky, into a world of murder and mystery, We set forth again, from destination to destination, never ending journey ahead of us, as we turn again, Into the dawn on Eastern Coast, journey long and hard, dangerous even, crossing the land,…
Idea World
Idea world: embark and disembark realm A man stood holding a woman’s hand as they overlooked an uninhabited mountain. Silence. Resounding silence attacked their ear canals causing their pressures to change. Each brought a hand to their opposite ear as they popped in unison. Their Maker had promised them a day of silence. His Wisdom’s…
Creative Writing Project: Velum & Tiana
Dark, dank, and drafty were better adjectives than Velum ever would give his cramped cell; however, he coveted his position a bit more than that of the voices which echoed through the piss grates at the edges of the freezing cold stone floor. Sometimes when the echos vibrated loudly he crept to the edge of…
CREATIVE WRITING (another spring for Mole)
An adaptation of Kenneth Grahame’s “Wind in the Willows.” Excited more than ever, Mole recalled last year’s adventures with his friends Rattie, Toad, and grumpy old Badger, with glee. The carriage rides, fast cars, lazy lounges, riding the river in Ratties’ row boat, picnics, saving Toad hall and the crazy rescue of his friend. What…
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