21-year-old film/game composer who enjoys writing stories of all kinds
The cliffs were a good choice. For the rest of day two he had annihilated a huge number of contestants in comparison to his first day.
It was only the second day but The Regulator’s grey stone exterior was already covered in dried blood, drenched in the war paint of his kills.
2/2 She stands up from her desk and walks towards the kitchen area in the office to make her fourth cup of tea that day.
I have been on opuss for over a month now and have received nothing but praise (for which I am so thankful).
1/2 I clip the wire fence with diagonal pliers then return them to my jacket pocket. Silently I slip through the hole and enter the shipping yard.
2/2 With a burst of mischief he leapt over the counter and gently pulled off the handkerchief. Underneath was an object the likes of which he had never seen before.
1/2 Gloomy. The boy could only think of one word to describe the day, and it fitted perfectly. The sky above shone a dark silver, clouds encompassing every corner of the horizon.
Inspired writer. Inspire. Opuss. #tshirt.
I awoke dazed, a puddle of blood haloed around my head. Vision was becoming a problem, despite my eyes being wide open. Not that there was much to see.
2. Boom. Boom. Boom. The bass drum beat shakes my gut with every pounding blow. The syncopated hiss of synthesisers and cymbals flood my ears and I watch as the mindless people jump in and out of...
1. I pull my mask tight and raise gun to shoulder, peering down the barrel like a pro. I run into battle with the forest. My ears capture every cracked twig and rustled leaf.
Our story follows Martin, A Mosquito through and through, But although he seems quite normal, He hides a secret from me and you, As he buzzes to your ear, Like any other of his kind, Just to see if...
It was a dark day as Detective Carlton Cuse wearily wandered into his latest crime scene. From the front door he could see one of the rooms cordoned off with yellow police tape.
Shit. Shitshitshitshitshit where is it. The man rummaged around, desperately upturning his already upturned room. I had it just a second ago.
[this story contains some dark themes that I myself find quite unnerving.] "HEADS WILL ROLL" The sickening chant of hundreds of people willing me to die was not something that I could...
... All of a sudden I sprung upright in my bed. I looked around and sighed with relief as I realised i was back in my room. Thank god, it was all just a dream. FEAR NOT.
[explicit content. Contains references to penises.
[A little prologue to the final part of Weathered Worlds] “Come on, my daughter, we have to keep in the rain.
To all those concerned, 'number 2' rated user @eatonlynch has been continuously posting opusses that have been taken from other authors.
It was the end of the day. Seconds seemed to be taking minutes. The air was hot and the smell of mental sweat had become close to unbearable.
“We have a problem. In fact no, we have two. The first problem...” He stuttered, seemingly reluctant to continue. “I’m so sorry, you are dying.” I stared, frightened, into his sombre eyes.
“Scum!” The insult ricocheted off me into a pile with the rest. It was better when they hurled abuse at me, at least then I felt acknowledged; like I existed.
“I would keep the mask on if I were you” I jumped with the shock, searching all around for the source of the voice whilst struggling against my restraints.
The researchers gathered around the computer and watched as it eventually calculated the exact opposite of 'turkey' to be the number '17'.
[I admit this story takes a bit of time to get into. I'd advise to get up to the ellipsis before deciding it's not for you.
... masked creatures stare down at me against the background of a dark stirring sky. I’m lying on my back.
If I lose my hearing, I will stop my music. If I lose my sight, I will quit my art. If I lose my voice, then no longer shall I tell my stories. If I lose my taste, then I will halt my cooking.
The nameless man takes out his phone as he heads home from work. His aimless fingers scroll side to side uncovering any news that may be trying to hide on the many sliding screens.
Do you ever notice that you're accidentally following someone as you walk home in the half-light haze of the evening sky. Do you ever continue to follow them, just to see where they go.
I just had time to see the pod engulfed in a stream of colour, before my vision cascaded into darkness. I awoke to an unwelcome blaze of light radiating through the glass.
I snapped my gaze back to where he was pointing, and my eyes widened in horror. Just above the clouds’ surface there was a huge whirling hole in the air.
The nameless man takes out his phone as he heads home from work. His aimless fingers scroll side to side uncovering any news that may be trying to hide on the many sliding screens.
The time leading up to launch went so quickly, it felt like mere microns before we were in the air.
Then the wardens came. They sped past on their animals, cutting uncaringly close to my feet whilst trying to separate the audience from its entertainment.
Our science took a huge leap forward the day the object fell from the sky.
The sky has always been like this since the beginning of our history; endless dark masses of churning cloud, thunderous booms causing quakes around the globe, the scattered brisance of constant...