If You Were Artist...?
Imagine life's a painting, And you the artist; try, Imagine earth as lumps of clay, In your fingers it does lie.
Thousands of free stories. Support your favorites when you're ready.
Showing stories tagged with #world-building Clear filter
Imagine life's a painting, And you the artist; try, Imagine earth as lumps of clay, In your fingers it does lie.
Secret stories, Dreams of glories. An inkling of an idea. Decide to write To find the light And create a utopia. A hidden world Inside me swirled With clouds and stars and things.
PROLOGUE A gust of wind swept under the carriage, rattling all the copper levers and gadgets in the haul.
Prologue The tale of Queen Ramona and the city of Vienna had been passed down so many centuries, nobody remembers whether it was just a myth or not.
It has been a very long time since I have written anything on Opuss. Too long, perhaps. Anyway, I'm back now. Or I am for this piece, at least.
Lord Catiouse woke up again and went down stairse had breakfast and went to get ready Lord mzubuz on the other hand was litrealy sleeping for ages a kajiit went near the water he saw hes familly and...
The shop Is a shop for elves and things rather than a real one,so if its not wat ur looking for then that's fine Cos I'm going to be starting a Story/poem on fairies and elves so this could be good...
PROLOGUE First, there was the Wall. There had always been the Wall, towering over the Khea City Plane like a mountainous sleeping giant.
#myworld The above inspired me to look out my school English jotters, as I remembered writing a small piece on the subject 25 years ago.
#myworld The wind softly sings its quiet tune to the loud, messy world that I occupy. The thin red grass by the cliff's edge sways. A giant shape eclipses the green-tinted sunset.
#opussdystopia The time to present yourself has come to an end. I'm taking everyone who entered and starting my selection.
Dear precious followers (and any other Opussian reading this): I've been developing this idea for a while.
March 18th, 3016 The test is near. I close the door to our broken down cottage and breathe out. Opening my eyes I expect the worst but see nothing. They're gone. I'm headed for the Human Test.
In my last Opost of this series, I said I had finished chapter 3.
Hey all. I've been working on this idea for a little while now, call it a pet project. Anyway, I had been writing it as episodes before I joined Opuss, which I shared on my site.
The Lyrish States of Southern Elavan, owned by the races of Nollos and Ayseys, were form in 3567 (Sepistanian year) of the 18th of Mare.
Before I even thought to have any suspicions, he walked over to our stools at the bar area of his wooden building. "Takes some getting used too, don't worry about it.
The land of Minecraftia had once been a peaceful, untouched world. The trees had grown quickly and quietly, next to slowly rushing rivers that had wound their way to expansive, unpolluted seas.
Hey guys (and girls) I realised today that I have written all these made up words but I can't pronounce them myself. I will update this regularly as my vocabulary expands.
As you may have seen. I am currently uploading chapter by chapter episodes of 'The White Rabbit'. This is not actually my first time writing it.
In the 1800s treaties of trade were signed, promising that lands like Japan, China, Africa and South America would trade with the northern, or western lands(United States and Canada) But now,...
--- Another start of a short story. Comment as to whether you would like me to continue it.