Thousands of free stories. Support your favorites when you're ready.
Showing stories tagged with #creative-writing Clear filter
Ooo I do love opuss, so very very much. People create such amazing things just with a touch. I have read such beautiful, poems, stories and quotes. I can't help myself but, take a mental note.
I'd like a cape, I'll tell you why, I really think it'd help me fly. It could be blue, or pink with spots, Or paisley print with purple dots.
Don't fight your right to write. Copying stuff is so contrite. Writing from your soul. Should be your goal. I'm not one to moan. What you post..you own. A quote or joke. Does not give hope.
I sit for hours thinking, In an effort to find the words. I scour my soul for experience And bare it all for you.
Think before, Now this is the key, Think to yourself Before pressing Control-V. Some of us here We work hard at our stuff. But you come along With all kinds of guff.
Writing is best described As coming from the heart.
Oh dearie me. It shouldn't be. About how you rank. And all the likes you bank. Oh boy, oh boy. Where is the joy. In posting and stealing. Instead of writing and dreaming. Oh my delight.
So what's the view like From your mountain-top peak But actually, great pretender You shouldn't speak You gained your heights From an old borrowed phrase And didn't give the credit When it caught...
Copy me and make me cry, Or do your own: actually try. Plagiarism and copying, You should have your own song to sing. Kittens on here try their best, It's not easy, when we're oppressed.
You post up something you found funny and smart. You get your likes for somone elses art. I've had enough of you taking the easy route and getting far ahead.
Say what you want to say. Be who you want to be. So much of what we write, Is a journey of discovery. The beauty of this medium, Is that there is no judge.
Today we've seen the birthday of a new breed of virus. It's quite contagious, filled with joy and opens up the iris.
Hand me my pencil, let me write. Forget the pad and phone. Scribble down some words tonight. And make them all your own. Write a poem to a lover. A story or an ode. As long as someone or another.
I wrote a little poem To put something to the test It seems the people of Opuss Prefer to be depressed.
I don't think that poems always have to rhyme, Because I was looking at my watch and noticed the nice colour, Sped downstairs and opened a book, When the whole house suddenly vibrated, But anyway, I...
I was blue and lonely, couldn't sleep a wink. And I could only get unconscious if I'd had too much to drink. I needed inspiration, someone to call a muse.
Yesterday someone came to me with a challenge, @Melody asked me If I would engadge in a "poetic battle" the topic he suggested was "The right to live" The first thought that came to mind was "who...
I went to Bristol last night, For the exam I've taken today. An four-hour exam. Tired and excited after that. Felt sleepy the whole afternoon, but I need to catch up the train back home.
So that was it. Your crowning glory.
Opusseers - you're many, diverse And you brighten these hours with quotes, prose and verse. I've seen tears of laughter roll fat off my cheeks And inspiring words which stayed with me for weeks.
Warning - this is more of a public diary entry than a blog. So I haven't written for a while, at I'm at a loss to know where to begin to be honest.
Good Afternoon. I'm back and - contrary to some rumours - alive.
I edited a further four chapters of Instinct and I'm starting to get back into it. It's better than I thought. Maybe, if I get into it enough I'll actually write the ending.
Task: BWA's monthly competition features a selected photograph each month, The task it to submit a story, poem or song in no more than 300 words on what you think it says.