Creative writing!

That truely is an amazing piece of creative writing, damn, feel's

 

Not that this is a contest or anything, but dude I don't think anyone can outwrite you here. I'm ashamed to even write something after reading this. Your vocabulary and prose are out of this world. I will write something up tomorrow though. No need to feel ashamed I guess lol.

Here's a couple small comments I left on a wallpaper site I was using:

What realm is this we have come upon? What great powers doth this demoness posses?!? My physical form cannot withstand such immense energy in this demonic celestial sphere!

The paradox continues...for how long have we been here? How did we get here? WHERE IS HERE? Quick, to the ferris wheel, we must find the answer we are seeking...The paradox continues...for how long have we been here? How did we get here? WHERE IS HERE? Quick, to the ferris wheel, we must find the answer we are seeking...!

 

The warm gentle touch in a winters morning wakes me up more than anything
the feeling that someone's there with me
and that I'm safe.

There's nothing better than being on the verge of imagination and reality, dreams are not aspirations, they're the future that you can make, if you try hard enough.

 

I've read this many times at Flag Retirement Ceremonies



I am the flag of the United States of America.
My name is Old Glory.

I fly atop the world’s tallest buildings
I stand watch in America’s halls of justice.
I fly majestically over institutions of learning.
I stand guard with power in the world.
Look up and see me.

I stand for peace, honor, truth, and justice.
I stand for freedom. I am confident.
I am arrogant. I am proud.
When I am flown with my fellow banners,
My head is a little higher.
My colors a little truer
I bow to no one!
I am recognized all over the world.
I am worshiped – I am saluted.
I am loved – I am revered.
I am respected – I am feared.

I have fought in every battle of every war for more than 200 years.
I was flown at Valley Forge, Gettysburg, Shiloh, and Appomattox.
I was there at San Juan Hill, the trenches of France, in the Argonne Forest, Anzio, Rome and the beaches of Normandy.
Guam, Okinawa. Korea, and Khe Sanh, Saigon, Vietnam know me.
I was there. I led my troops.
I was dirty, battle worn and tired,
But my soldiers cheered me and I was proud.

I have been burned, torn, and trampled on the streets of countries that I have helped set free.
It does not hurt for I am invincible.
I have been soiled upon, burned, torn, and trampled in the streets of my country.
And when it’s done by those whom I’ve served in battle – it hurts.
But I shall overcome – for I am strong.
I have slipped the bonds of earth and stood watch over the uncharted frontiers of space from my vantage point on the moon.
I have born silent witness to all of America’s finest hours.
But my finest hours are yet to come.
When I am torn into strips and used as bandages for my wounded comrades on the battle field,
When I am flown at half mast to honor my soldier,
Or when I lie in the trembling arms of a grieving parent at the grave of their fallen son or daughter,
I am proud.
I am the flag of the United States of America.

 

Sorry if this is long but I wrote a short story awhile back and I would like to see what you guys think.


—Indigo.—
I was awoken to the sound of thunder crashing outside my bedroom window.
Granted, at the time I was only twelve and had no specific reason to fear thunder, but every child has that thing that startles them at that age so don't judge me.
I jumped out of bed to look out the window because even though I feared thunder, I thought the sight of lightning was beautiful.
It was as if the clouds were growing glowing trees rapidly before my eyes and the trees' sole ambition was to touch the earth with its fiery branches.
I was startled and dumbfounded simultaneously.
As I was watching this botany influenced light show slowly I turned to return to my bed.
I lay myself mid crouched on the edge never taking my eyes off the window.
Finally, as a force of sure willpower I was able to fall back asleep.
The reason I am describing this night to you and the way of the storm is because I believe that night and the dream that followed were the sole purpose I am where I am today.
Getting back to that night, I had just started to fall asleep when my dream state kicked in.
In the dream I was walking down a empty side walk recognizable from the one next to my childhood home, and after about ten minutes I come upon a homeless man begging for change.
Being the kind hearted lad I was I dropped a dollar in his cup and started on my way home when I was stopped by the homeless man.
He thanked me and told me he would give me something in return.
He said to remember one word when watching storms....indigo.
I wanted to ask him how he knew about my hobby but was scared so I ran as fast as I could home so I could tell my father about what had happened, but as I reached the front door I rose up from my bed ending my dream.
The only thing I could do was ask my dad what the word indigo meant and he told me it was the mixture of the colors purple and blue.
As I recall the old mans eyes where a purplish blue color.
Not to mention my favorite color was blue.
So when I watched storms I needed to keep a look out for the blue so that I could figure out what happened when indigo was created.
So from then on every time there was a thunderstorm I would look for blue.
As I got older I started to be able to see a slight tint to each lightning flash never any purple but a lot of blue.
I would document each strike by how the tint of blue lightest to dark and I did this all the way up to my twenty third birthday when I finally experienced the first purple strike ever.
I only seen one but knew exactly what I must do and what that old man ment by indigo.
My hypothesis was to find a way to draw a blue strike and a purple strike and combine them somehow.
This was a problem because I waited so long for that one purple strike so I decided to live my life and finish college .
A couple years past and I met a girl named Hana who also enjoyed storms just as much as me and it just so happen that her favorite color was purple.
She seem to be the only one that didnt think my hypothesis was completely crazy so I fell in love with this girl and she loved me back.
The only thing we would argue about was the tint of the lightning. She would always see purple and I would always see blue.
But our love for each other never faulted.
As we grew older together I never saw that purple strike until about a month before my thirty fourth birthday when you were scheduled to come into this world .
There was a major storm going on outside and I carried you around the hospital in my arms for hours. I peeked out the window and saw two strikes simultaneously emulate a tree outside.
At that moment I realized it had nothing to do with lightning, you were our indigo.
Now that you are old enough for your mother to give you this you will understand.
So I leave you this letter in my will and the final thing I have to say to my daughter is that I know your favorite color is blue and I wish you all the luck in the world in finding your purple

 

That's cute Dubcon5. Reminded me a little bit of the game Indigo Prophecy, at least the part of you dreaming and running into a homeless man, started to get kind of out there but it's actually nice and heartwarming.

 

I've heard about indigo prophecy and I know it was made by the same people as heavy rain and beyond: two souls, but I've never played it. Thank you guys though, I usually write horror stories and creepypastas so I was just trying my hand at some more light hearted themes. Wm mr I, thank you for the nice words.

Here is a poem I wrote that I actually won a contest for, I'm not sure if the contest people were religious or not though:

Odd Mr. Toad

Two Boys were walking down a road,
From out of the wood appeared a toad,
The toad told the boys they better behave,
Or Odd Mr. Toad would make them his slaves,

These boys were frightened not by his words,
But the way he talked and how they heard,
These simple words they can't admit,
Thes simple words this amphibian spits,

Lies! They said without a reason,
And indeed he did come the very next season,
He made these boys his everlasting pets,
So unless you have incredible luck with bets,

Become one of his religious fanatics,
You'll be saved,
It's automatic,

 

Hey Brothers and sister's, This is my first time posting one of my "Creative experimental outlets" here at creative writing ITS A WORK IN PROGRESS.

I've been inspired be my own spiritual experiences in as Deep Transcendental Meditation discovering who I was as a human being, with an ego, Instincts, goals and dreams.
I also took some time to get insiration from my lucid dreaming & astral travel journals.

Recently I've been getting insiration from authors such as H.P.Loevecraft, Dean Koontz, Jack Kerouac and books like The Kyballion & The Emerald Tablets.

This short "Piece" if you call it that is Based on me meeting my other Self and accepting my dark side, instincts and understanding my Ego.
The deeper you go you'll find the The Yin Principle(Creating Form from Nothing) & Yang Principle(Breathing life into form).


Yin: Part I - Creating Form from Nothingness:


An Entity, So subtle, Yet So Obvious....
Creeping, lurking, watching and waiting.
Ever Present.

I Fall asleep.
I wake, only to find myself in the Void, beyond hopes, dreams, aspirations even beyond Time and Space itself.
All was null, all I was left with was thought..

As I aimlessly trek the desserts of the astral plane, I am intoxicated, drowned in prescence...
It knows me!
I remember this familliar feeling.

...!It's, It's?!!...

I find myself paralyzed with sheer exitement, intenses anxiety, joy and fear...
Again, I feel the weight of this presesnce..

IT'S CRUSHING!!!

Draining me of all Life force, sucking me dry of self awareness.

..!I'm Lost..

Oh No!! There it is, It's come..

So face to face I was with my ego, my dark side..
My Instinct Incarnate..
A feeling arises within, Internal aversion.

..Shame! I was ashamed of it, for so Long I've suppresed it.
I was ashamed of these "gifts".

...Stillness came upon thy being, I felt cold, though non judgemental, unattached.

Witnessing, Unmoving, not careless, but, for the first time, I felt free.

Free of all attachements..

Peace was upon me, I felt Life in me again..

..I breathed life it into my darkness and It was good...

I breathed life into my thought forms..

An there I was, at the centre of my innervers, the microcosm.

Creativity flowed through me, I was me, the Universe, we became One.

...I AM..

 

I know you haven't seen familiarity in quite a while -
granted, we've been sheltered under snow for days
but I don't think we were expecting our constant dismays
when we trespassed into this trial.

A formal greeting granted,
Passageways - our intentions slanted
Into false morals and morales
(It was all for fun, we said
But we were gunning ourselves dead)
Our hearts were abandoned corals.

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Free-writing is such an alien thing to do... I'm so used to structuring my writing a lot LOL.

 

Its good tho

 

Hey everyone, just wanted to get your advice on starting/taking up creative writing or just poetry to aid and preoccupy myself with on my nofap journey.

Keep it up Amukadi8, that piece u posted was refreshing and cant wait for the next part!!

 

I wrote a parody of The Raven by Edgar Alan Poe a couple of years ago, it was called The Bacon haha, was pretty chuffed might share it when on my computer.