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…
Tag: creative writing
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…
World Building
Starting out with a blank canvas, I spread the roller gently across the surface. Softly manipulating different shades, hues, and multiple colors with a variety of brushes until we have a reflective ball floating in a dense purple and hazy orange blended at the seams region of space in a universe far from here. Laws…
Writing
Come with me my little friend, Help me lift my pen, Peck away at neon lighted ink, Bright screen flaring back at me, Words shinning in the night, Give me sight that I might, Lift my hand from this pecking device, Give me light, that I might, Lift my hand from this devilish device, Typing…
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…
Classroom Dreamer
Dwindling return pushes out mixed emotions, Galactic pressure equalized to unbreathable limits, Supersized expectations lead to long drawn out minutes, Hypnotic melodies drawing out thoughtful gasps, Inexperienced hands learning the art of loves finer kisses, Unexpected reality flashes, Bam, wide awake, pondering the dream while teacher drones.
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…
Never Ending Morrow
An elderly turtle saddled himself in his chromed out she’ll and wandered the road thinking, ‘shall I go up the road, or down?” Turning the ignition his heart beats faster as he turns about looking for a sign to point him in a direction. He was too consumed by the question, “up or down the…
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