Tagged creative writing

The night sky was heavy with darkness, and revolved behind a thin, film layer of bright stars. The wind was soft, and panning down onto the rolling hills of campus, the golden lamps brought light to those...

I have never seen a book this dense. The pages are impossibly thin, the text small enough for ants. But the words defy reality — literally. I dive in, and I get lost in another world. Beautiful stories....

I’ve seen you At the driver’s wheel I’m looking at you From another perspective   Hands behind the wheel Engine screeching with friction Foot on the gas And away we...

Joy was a purple, scratched, plastic sled. The one we used to fling down a hill.  Anticipation was sitting on that itchy blue and white rug. The same rug we’d burrow pennies in until they were lost at...

  It sang, and Refused to be silenced.   It changed definitions When I realized, stepping off that plane, I left home in a city I barely knew   Months later...

The craziness of an urban city bombarded its residents with constant changes.  Not problems necessarily, nor propositions. Just changes.     Everything was going. The people. The cars. The bikes,...

I shouldn’t be doing this. I shouldn’t be ABLE to do this. It shouldn’t be so easy. It’s not my fault, it’s the noises echoing in the background.  No, that’s not it, it’s the rock-hard rectangle...

There once was a noble anti-hero, whose name was the Nightman. He had cometh through the night to defeat the Dayman once but was tragically slain by virtue of circumstance. Some say this may be as a result of...

The job had gone easier than expected. Turns out the secretaries and front doormen have all kinds of things to say if you know the right questions to ask. While Jason was pretending to get an update on his...

There once was a man who wanted to be a duck. He dreamed of floating in the water, eating bread, and harassing small children who wander too close to his pond. He tried strapping on a bill and wearing arm...