Creative Writing

Checkpoint

Checkpoint

God, not again. How many times has it been now? I lost count after a month or so. Day in, day out, the same thing. I would wake up next to the bed, my legs barely able to hold me up. I would collapse into the hospital cot and call for a nurse. They would rush in and hook me up, check my vital signs, work to keep me breathing. They were good at their jobs, experts at keeping me alive just a few minutes more, then another shot of meds and it was hours, sometimes days. I had just…
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Cyrus’s Coffee Date

Cyrus’s Coffee Date

Cyrus, King of the magical hidden island of Elpida, glares at the mirror in front of him, frowning. Earlier, he asked his adviser Allan Emerson to help him get dressed for his date with Sierra. He looks definitely dull. “What’s wrong, Your Majesty? You look like a sweet pumpkin. All modern women love this look.” Allan looks at the King’s outfit with pride. “This is impossible! I look more like a fluffy pumpkin.” He designates the soft orange sweater and the simple black jeans. “And that horrible hat!” he adds. The black beanie with a pompom on top and the…
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What Lies Below

What Lies Below

"Get the Captain over here right now. What even is that?"  Rory peered at the display screen. When the sonar-men had first called him in to take a look at the sonar map, he had expected something interesting. He had been excited, even- he and his crew would be rewarded nicely for finding something like an ancient shipwreck or some kind of underwater volcano. But that was not an inanimate historical site, nor was it a newfound natural wonder. That was big, and it was moving.  Captain Reyes was at the sonar-shack in an instant- not that this was anything…
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Cyrus’ Trip to a Strange London

Cyrus’ Trip to a Strange London

Cyrus Darkmore came to London to find her, and this small man keeps telling him something about a stupid number. "Sir, if you want to contact her, I need a number," he explains, holding a newspaper dated from yesterday, May 1st, 2000. "How dare you speak of her like she's just a number? She has a name, Sierra." Anger shows in his tone, but he pronounces "Sierra" as if the name reminds him of both sorrow and love. The man behind the counter looks startled. "I'm sorry, sir, but I need more than a name. And I meant her telephone…
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Collection of Poems for February

Collection of Poems for February

Someday this Will End A crown of lotus we share together. Nothing but our dreams dripping, dropping on each other. Hares whisper, "Wake up, my children."  We sigh, "Let us wander in sleep till night ends." Poem inspired from Kelogsloops' “Someday This Dream Will End” : Someday, This Dream Will End by kelogsloops on DeviantArt Only to End Up Alone Barefoot on the snow, Standing on an empty road, I stare at the silver glow. Eyes open all wide, Mumbling my resolve tonight, I wish for my fears to hide. Hands yearning for warmth, Crying over lies untold, I move…
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The Seven Not So Deadly Sins

The Seven Not So Deadly Sins

Hamartia stood on the very edge of a cliff, the golden glow of the evening sun illuminating her features. Hundreds of meters below, she could hear the faint sound of a river running towards the vast ocean. Chills shook her, although the day was warm and humid, only a slight breeze ruffled her long brown hair. The sky was clouded, reflecting her mood. Her right foot left the ground and dangled over the edge for a few seconds. Her balance shifted forth, but the fall didn’t come; a hand had caught her thin waist. Her breath caught as tears ran…
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