#creative writng

[crmsnmth]

The Room

She has just shown me a movie. I didn't know it, but that movie would become my favorite movie ever made. "I know you'd love it." She says enthusiastically. I smile, knowing she knows me well. "You were right. I loved every minute of it." For once I'm not just sayin that when someone shows me sonething I'd like, it's pretty rare I actually care about something. I want to tell her I love her. But I don't. That would scarae her away. Instead, I just look at her. I light a cigarette. Soon I'll make dinner, and then tomorrow will come and she'll have to leave my town for hers. Somwtimes I think about going with her. For good. But I won't do that for another two months or so. She laughs and melted into the floor. My heartbeat raced like it was part of cocaine surgery. It explodes in my chest. A firework of pure love. I kiss her cheek and the electricity is ust as stron as it was that very first kiss in the parking lot. "Hungry?" I ask getting up off the couch. The main menu to the movie repeats itself. "Very much so." She says, lighting a cigarette. The smoke dances like liquid as it floats in stale apartment. My roommate won't be home until four AM. It's just her and I.

I step into the small kitchen and begin making our dinner. We're having vegan sloppy joes. It pairs well with the cabernet. I guess I could have come up with something better, but the truth is, I didn't think I'd ever get this far. The smell of cooking food fills the air as she walks into the kitchen. For once, I'm not irritated that someone else is in the kitchen with me. The opposite actually. I feel comforted knwoing she is near. I continue cooking and we joke and laugh, sharing in moments that were as friagile as sugar glass. My back is turned to her as her laugh fills the kitchen with it's angel like cong. I am smiling, and actually mean it. This hasn't happened in over four years, but I am not faking it this time. I am warm. I am safe. "Don't you measure?" She asked has I poured spiced into the bubbling sauce. "Nope. I eyeball it all." I laughed back at her. It seemed all our conversations were made of laughter. Or they always became laughter. "What am I going to do with you?" She sighed. I went to stir the Boca crumbles we had gotten earlier at the grocery store. "Whatever you want." The words left my mouth before I knew what I was saying. Luckily, she only laughed harder at this. And then the silence came. It was quiet in the kitchen, other than the sounds of eveything frying and boiling. I take a bit on a spoon to have her taste it. I turn around slowly. I don't want to spill. I am halfway through the turn. "I think I love you." She says, as if the words were weightless. I freeze, unsure what to do now. I drop the wooden spoon and it bounce off the floor, shooting sauce in all directions. My lips are on hers before either of us really knew what had happened. I kissed with wanton desire, and she returned. Our tongues danced, counting teeth with tastebuds. We make it to the couch. The movie is playing over again. "Oh hi Mark" the tv says has her clothes fall to the floor. "You're tearing me apart Lisa!" "I'm fed up with this world!" Everything vanishes. Other than her and I and the movies endlessly horrible script. And that's the resson "The Room" is my favorite movie ever.

#my writing #writing #writers on tumblr #creative writng #nonfiction #writers and poets #The Room #words words word #word #blog

[inkneverdies]

Infinite Energy

Her soul glows pure light Moving and manipulating Energy flowing in the night Tantalizing while pulsating

In the center of the heart With each beat of energy The darkness falls apart Imprinting the infinite memory

To be shared until the Energy disperses  In the moon and stars Only to restart in her heart

#poetry #poetic #love poems #love poem #spilled ink #spilled poetry #creative writng #poemsbyme #mother nature #energy #infinite

[toast-com]

10-23-22

"Stanley's leaving in two days, right?" Smudger gaze flickered away from the map, and he made eye contact with Gerry.

"...Yeah..." He replied quietly. Stanley made the yearly trip with the other dragons. He usually returned in the fall. "Why are you asking me this Gerry?"

"Because, I've noticed," She replied quietly. "You haven't told him goodbye yet." She cocked her head slightly. "Won't you miss him?" Smudger frowned.

"Of course I'll miss him!" He snapped, turning back to the map. He traced Stanley's flight path with a finger. "...He's my husband." Smudger twisted the wedding band on his finger, suddenly overcome with a myriad of emotions. "I don't want him to leave."

"Have you told him this?" Smudger shook his head. Gerry nodded, and snapped her fingers suddenly.

"Smudger." He glanced at her. "I'm giving the next two days off, to spend with him." Smudger opened his mouth to reply, but she shook her head. "Go, talk to him, spend some time with Stanley."

"But, what about-" Gerry gave him a small smile.

"Don't worry, I have a another unicorn work while you're with him. And, if you *do* decide to go with him, we'll be alright here." Smudger nodded.

"Thank you Gerry. You didn't-"

"I did. I wouldn't be a very good friend, if I stood by and watched you anguish over this, would I?"

#toasty's writing #ttte humanized #narrow gauge is all the rage #rws gerry #ttte smudger #rws stanley #ttte shipping #creative writng #ttte mythical creature au

[1introvertedsage]

The one without a name

Who are you?

When I ask that question - there is a strong pull on my core.

What is it?

Feelings like this can only mean two things.

Do you know me?

You must because something tells me you do.

~

I have searched for you my whole life.

Have you been searching for me too?

I look for you in the face of many, but I come up empty.

Do I even know who I am looking for anymore?

Wandering lost, I can't seem to find my way.

Every time I think I've found you, you seem to fade away.

Which path do you take when no where feels closer to you?

~

Who are you?

Who am I to you?

I have known you for eternity.

Your face, your energy feels like home.

I see you in my dreams, I see you passing by.

Why haven't you found me, it has been so long.

~tweet tweet little blue bird

~now you're gone again

~Anonymous ~

#nameless #poet #anonymous #anonymous poet #words #random #1introvertedsage #writing #original #poetry #writers and poets #who are you #proses #spilled ink #wriiting #creative writng #my writng #collective #poets on tumblr #new poets society #poetsandwriters #poetscommunity #writing the storm #writing my storm #creative writing #28.2022.05.2.30p #nameless face #where are you #serendipity #the face in my dreams

[literature-alchemist]

another writing practice from long ago!

       The air was thick with the cloying scents of acidic unguents and magic. Each place her eyes landed on told the story of what meticulous work was done for embalming the corpse of the fallen. Row after row of dark bottles of varying sizes, pristine silver tools laying in wait for someone to wield them once more, and the white sheets of fine cloth that now lay on empty stone beds accompanied by the dim shine offered by witch lights hanging from sconces on the pillars lining the path that ran through the center of the room. She knew she needed to keep her feet moving, mindful of the cracks that now snaked over once polished alabaster slabs.    Time had not been kind to this place.    His hand was the constant as he pressed it gently against her lower back, urging her to keep moving. Had she been alone she knew she would have stopped to take a closer look, her curiosity outweighing the goal.     Reach the end of the hall. Cross amongst where they had once laid, where they—    A choked gasp made her falter. At the end of the room stood a robed figure, the hood pulled well over their head; their posture bent, weak. It didn't move and though there was no breeze, the ends of the fine material swayed gently. Heart hammering, she swore under her breath as the fae next to her stilled only to set a finger over his lips.     Minutes seemed to trickle by for an eternity before anyone moved again. Somewhere far away she could feel her body shaking, her skin damp with sweat despite the coolness of the space. It was all wrong, from the soft blue hue of the lights, to the figure that faced the final stone bed. She wanted to bolt the same way they had come from but even in the desperation that now ignited all her senses to such a state she knew that turning back wasn't an option. Nor did she wish to tempt the luck they had received to cross over the crumbling bridges that led to the belly of the tower.            "Come now, we have to walk past. . . them." the fae beside her gave a gentle squeeze on her arm, which she now noticed he had taken a hold of when her body swayed. Against her better judgement she looked at his face, fearful of what she might find there. Though his expression remained calm, smooth, she could and edge of tension lining his brow and the set of his mouth. How could something she had hated from the moment she had first lain eyes on be the one thing bringing her comfort in that moment?    As if sensing her thoughts and the path they followed, his eyes now rove over her. There was no warmth, nothing but the eyes of a guardian even with the apprehension that he always reserved when in her presence.    Working her jaw to say something, anything, that would ease him and let him know she was okay, that she could do this, she found herself unable to do anything.    He smiled then. Bright, open, kind even.    She moved.    The cavernous space echoed with the sounds of her boots, her mind registering each beat of them in an eight count. Before she reached the figure, she clenched her hands into fists readying herself for a fight were it necessary.     Whether the creature was alive or not she could not tell. But she would make sure that at least they would get out of there unscathed even if they failed in their mission. They just needed to move past the creature and. . .    She raised her hooded head in a jerking motion. Milky white eyes stared into her own and she decided it was a good thing she prayed albeit begrudgingly before they had entered the towers because she was sure only the divine stopped her from screaming at the top of her lungs.    The creature's face was beautiful, safe for those lifeless eyes that she now noticed streaked with small black veins. Her thoughts swarmed, the sound that filled her ears like that of an angered beehive. Breathe, breath, breathe. . .            "You came," the creature's mouth didn't move but she knew deep inside of her and whatever carnal instinct she possessed that it was them. "It has been too long, too long. I waited, I waited for long, longer than the battles waged after the King fell or the hoards stormed the Gates of Theid. Hero, I waited for you and you've come, alas, alas,"    When a hand went over her mouth, only then did she noticed it wasn't the creature who had spoken but herself. Vaguely aware that she was now pressed against the chest of the fae man, she made an effort to not fall and heave. How the Hell. . .        "Now is not the time, seer. The Hero is in a hurry, she must move onwards still." his voice was not sweet but it lost an edge of danger that had once set her heart racing.        Hero, you brought a gift. A warrior, such a gift, such a pleasant gift, they all will be pleased, so pleased.        "We need to go," he hissed against her ear with enough bite that she finally dropped the eyes that no sooner would stop haunting her lonesome. "Now. Unless you wish to remain here and meet a much eerie end."    Without facing away, they walked under the archway, past the robed figure that trailed each of their movements as if that was all they were able to do, frozen in time, in a promise.    Once they were plunged into the darkness the tunnels offered, she could breathe a little easier, despite the damp scent of moisture clinging to the stone bricks laden in moss and mold. "What was that?" she hissed, seeming to regain her bearings enough to speak. Despite the tone she used, her hand had his in a vice grip. She wasn't scared but she would be a fool to not feel rattled to the marrow of her bones. Whatever the creature was it had spoken through her as though she were a mere puppet.        "An old creature bound to their duty and this place and one that was far more friendly than the ones that exist in our modern mortuaries." He bit through his teeth, the explanation a poor attempt to ease her nerves of whatever just happened.    The more they walked through the darkness the closer the sound of falling water came as well as the glowing white light at the end of the tunnel. That's when she puzzled his tone to the expression he wore. Jaw set, eyebrows forming an angry V as he stared straight ahead. His jaw clenched and unclenched and now it was her turn to notice that she had loosened her hand but that now it was the fae who held it, unwilling to let go.    It was a mystery that had answer, she was sure. But she wasn't quite sure how prepared she was to face it. A hero the creature had called her, claiming that she was something promised.   She knew she wasn't right, couldn't be. Heroes were brave and right now?   She bore no bravery, nor courage and knew it would be long until she could revisit that memory or the ones that haunted her for years without loosing her sense of reality.

#can you tell i grew up reading the shadowhunters chronicles #fantasy #creative writng #amateur writing #magic #quotev #quotev role player

[bryan-aiello]

Sisyphus

Sisyphus concept art by: David Kilmer     Millenniums have passed. Every day the same burden. The wicked hot sun above him beats down on his shoulders as he pushes. The skin on his back is cracked like baked mud. It breaks and bleeds when he starts his efforts each day. His feet are muddy with blood soaked dirt. Sisyphus feels the normal strain on his shoulders. His neck bulges. His biceps quake.…

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#creative writng #Fantasy #greek mythology #writing

[scrawberrycow]

Spring to Summer - A Haiku

Sun rests on my face Flowers waving in the soft wind Summer comes, spring goes

#poems #poetry #creative writng #original poetry #poetic

[strandedmoonworld]

Choosing Reality - Flash Fiction

Choosing Reality – Flash Fiction

Choosing Reality – Flash Fiction is An Insight into how people run away from their reality, transforming it into something that keeps them busy. Dana walked on the foggy streets toward her daily work. Her phone rang, and she picked it up discontented. She listened to music with her Bluetooth headphones and should stop it because of the call. Leyla checked on her after three months of no…

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#Creative Writng #Creativity #Flash Fiction #Prose #Writing

[srsansing]

Fallen pray and can’t move,

Every breath taken and the grip gets tighter.

Heart pounding,

Body spasming,

Can’t even scream.

Thoughts twisting and turning, around and around in my head.

Siren sounds,

Lights come on,

I start awake.

Intake of breath, had a bad dream.

Bills to pay,

House to clean.

By Samantha Sansing

#poem #original #writing #poetry #creative writng #life #live #writeblr #original writing

[techtow]

Writing is an exploration. You start from nothing and learn as you go.- E.L. Doctorow

#creative writing #creative inspiration #creative process #writing community #writing inspiration #writng #writing tips #writing things #writing prompt #writers on tumblr #writers of tumblr #writers community #female writers #writerscommunity #writers and poets #writeblr #writer stuff #writers #writerscreed

[loserboyrobinwrites]

just had my boyfriend describe the protagonist of this novel as "wolf jesus" i am S O B B I N G

#writng #writeblr #creative writing #writers #loserboyrobin talks

[crmsnmth]

Bloody, Bruised, And Broken

I have fallen My teeth connecting with the pavement Split lips and a withered tongue Spouting words of nonsense And to think I once had some wit I scream at a god who left me stranded, abandoned, cold and hungry Fingernails tear off as I crawl on the concrete Torn on the neglected sidewalks They never led anywhere anyway Nowhere That's the pain I've chosen To aimlessly wander this city every night Fade off in the horizon When the sun make's it's first quiet Steps in Say goodnight every morning For a few moments Everything is pretend Ok I know I'll never reach my goal And the horizon I slip behind is yours Until the day my time ends And I run straight for hooded skeleton Hands A scythe is the best Fashion accessory I'll laugh Bloody Bruised And broken. I'd do it all over I'd face it all again Bloody Bruised And broken.

#my poem #spilled poem #writers and poets #poems on tumblr #original poem #poem #poems #short poem #poems and poetry #spilled thoughts #spilled feelings #spilled writngs #artists on tumblr #writing #my writing #creative writing #poets on tumblr #spilled poetry #spilled ink #spilled emotions #spilled words #writers on tumblr #poets and writers #regrets #no regrets #death #reflection of self

[ramblei]

Thought I could post a lil somethin somethin from an old AU of mine

It's just a little drabble from my AVM/A Wax Wings AU, a story I was going to write and post as an ao3 book or something before I grew disinterested. I thought I may as well put it here if I'm never gonna finish it lol

Btw it's a heroes and villains AU

=+=

  Yellow was concerned about his roommate. It was one thing to like plants and want to garden, but it was something entirely different when said garden becomes overrun with some sort of edible fungus. Yellow wrinkled his nose as Blue took a bite out of the odd-smelling mushroom with a loud crunch. 

  Blue saw Yellow staring. "Take a picture. It'll last longer." He mumbled through his mouthful before holding out some of the... *food*.. if Yellow could even call it that. "Want some?" Blue asked, but Yellow shook his head, looking away. "No, I'm good, thanks.." He said uneasily.

  Blue shrugged and went back to eating as Yellow sat on the couch with a soft huff. "Man, work's been giving me hell lately. Back's giving out way too early." He muttered. Blue washed his hands and walked over from the kitchen. "Why? Too many repair orders?" He asked as he wiped his mouth with his sleeve. Yellow nodded. "Being a mechanic is nice but sometimes the workplace sucks. I have this stupid co-worker who's just *so* annoying.. pain in my side, really." Yellow explained. Blue hummed.

  "Yeah, at my work there's this really dumb guy, workplace enemy." Blue stretched and lied down across Yellow's lap. "The dude won't let me do my job in peace." He then smiled as Yellow put a hand on his head.

  Yellow then got a ping on his phone. He went to check it, paleing a bit when he saw what it was about. "Hey, workplace emergency, gotta go help my friends with something." He said, moving Blue off of him and leaping up. He grabbed his duffel bag from the table by the door and took off within seconds, without even a goodbye. Blue furrowed his brows and huffed. He wished Yellow wouldn't run off so fast, but.. oh well. It gave Blue time for his own work anyways.

    The blue haired man stood and stretched, then turned and headed to the back door. He walked out through the garden, plant vines turning and twisting around his limbs, covering parts of his face and tying his long hair back. Several mushroom species grew from his skin and adorned his head, finishing with a large mushroom acting as a hat. Blue leapt up over the fence and darted into the forest, heading towards the city.

  He made it soon enough, making his way through alleys and empty streets before stopping at the sound of a crash. He turned himself towards the noise.

  Once he reached the area, he saw a tall man holding his own against three heroes. Blue stepped forward quietly. "Am I late to the party~?" He shouted. Two of the heroes turned to face Blue, but the third held his hand up. "Take care of this villain!" He yelled, gesturing towards the tall man before facing Blue with a glare. "Scatter's *mine*."

  Blue, or Scattershroom, spread his arms wide for the hero dressed in white and yellow. "Yours? Quite confident, Fission. You may as well be mine."

#ava #avm #avm au #ava au #ava blue #avm blue #ava yellow #avm yellow #same thing #Wax Wings AU #avm Wax Wings AU #ava Wax Wings AU #Btw Blue is a villain and Yellow's a hero #I actually wouldn't mind answering questions about this au #if anyone has any lol #anyways #everyone has a role in it so I thought it would be fun to talk about #writng #creative writing

[toast-com]

10-29-22

Stanley uncorked the potion Rheneas had given him, holding up to his nose. It gave off a sharp smell, but didn't taste like anything when he drank it. He frowned, looking at the stream, trying to think of anything else but the churning of his gut, and his heated skin.

"How're you feeling now?" Rheneas asked, watching him curiously. Stanley shrugged.

"...I'm not-" A sudden pain in his gut made him hunch over. His stomach, which had been roiling like the sea during a storm, gave a violent heave, and Stanley emptied the contents of his stomach behind the bushes.

Rheneas listened as Stanley vomited close by. Judging by his reaction to the potion, his body was expelling the poison from his system.

Stanley frowned, feeling shaky. His stomach was still roiling, but, he didn't feel as awful as he did earlier. His stomach gave another violent heave, his body working to expel the poison within. Rheneas looked up as Stanley appeared from the bushes after a while, looking shaky and exhausted.

"Are you alright?" Stanley nodded, jerking a thumb in the direction of where he threw up. "...That was horrible." He muttered, watching as Rheneas rose and walked to the spot. "Where're you going?" "To see what was in the poison." Rheneas replied.

#toasty's writing #rws stanley #ttte rheneas #tw vomit #tw poison mention #creative writng

[calendar-prompt-bot]

#drawing prompt #writng prompt #prompt #inspo #inspiration #creative

[highwaydiamonds]

Not a resolution - just maybe a bit of hope and intention to start out the year

#a prayer - as much of prayer as one such as myself might make - for 2023 #metallic pens were used - and so bc shiny hard to see the writng - but i like it in person so - is what it is on camera man ;) #i'd done the eye months ago but never continues with it because i wasn't sure what i wanted from it - but it felt right today #not a bad way to make use toa new year's day #art journal #art journaling #a thing i made #a thing i did #i might not be talented but i am enthusiastic and well intentioned and that is enough #it's about making a creative and sometimes joyful noise - not about if other people find that noise "good' or not #because for me it's good if i needed to make it and wanted to make it and then i did make it - that's why it exists #the rest - and any more - that's details ( and sometimes detritus too lol) #and because my handwriting is not good - text reads: #a prayer for 2023 - may my meyes more truly see- from hands + heart spring forth creativity #and overall- I strive to be a happier better and more stable me #(this is not about toxic positivity - i just want to keep looking for good things - to work to be happy - do things that make me happy ) #(i want to be better about working for what i want - to rest yes - but not lose sight and really not work on what i need to ) #and stability is about my mental wherewithal but also much more - i have a lot of ducks to get in rows - and that's me acknowledging it