I like to focus on human emotions in my writing. Most posts of mine are random snippets or scenes, rather than continuous stories that I have planned out. If you like what you read, please let me know! I might even carry on some of the pieces.
#opussweeklychallenge I am completely and hopelessly addicted to this horrible substance. I want it all the time. I feel sick without it. I need it in order to function properly.
Yacob sat in the pitch black, not sure if he was awake or asleep. He had been in here for so long that he no longer knew when was day and when was night.
#sundayrepost Have you ever been in one of those situations where things could have easily gone differently. You know, those times when looking back on it you were really lucky to survive.
Scarlett burst through the opening of the temple into the sunlight, throwing a glance over her shoulder. The beast gave a roar. It was still in pursuit, and was gaining on her.
#sundayrepost That familiar and unpleasant feeling of anxiety was present in Thayne's stomach as he made his way slowly through the rows of beds and lawns.
A normal job would be nice,' Neyl thought to himself as he rifled through the chest of drawers. Idly, he wondered if it could be called a job at all. He came to the decision that it could.
I wander through a wonderland, Orange skies and mountains grand. Inside my mind I've conjured this, A stunning world of joy and bliss. I walk beside the bluest shore, Water deep, so clear and pure.
‘See you next week,’ one of the guards rumbled, as they tossed Thayne out onto the cobbled street where he collapsed in a heap.
#NightDwellers When the sun is up I hang upside down, For hundreds of years I've plagued this town. When darkness falls I come out of the night, To take what I need, just a little bite.
This one is a bit creepy, might not be everyone's cup of tea. *** The bay of Westvale is perilous. The iron sea is choppy, and often toys with vessels that venture near.
Reaching up towards the clouds, I also reach beneath the ground. A thousand people I have seen, Only one place I have been. I help you build and keep you warm, I shelter you throughout the storm.
Large building, famous street, Never-ending crowds to treat. Await results with bated breath, Every day is life and death. White walls, polished floors, Rolling beds, sliding doors.
Thayne was sure it wasn't normal. None of his teachers had mentioned seeing people when they Wielded the energies. Neither did the Carriers. He was not mad. He knew that in his mind.
'I can't overstate the importance of this task, Daenir,' the King said. 'I know, your grace' Daenir said. It came out cold, emotionless. He had often felt that way since Arnielle had died.
For hundreds of years you have laughed and had golden times in the sun. We have watched you from the mountains, from the shadows. You live in our cities, in our palaces and castles.
‘Do it again,' they commanded. 'Are you sure?' I asked. My head swam. 'Yes, yes.
I humbly bare my soul to the night and beg your protection. When death everlasting wishes to take me, my soul will be yours.
That familiar and unpleasant feeling of anxiety was present in Thayne's stomach as he made his way slowly through the rows of beds and lawns. He clutched a bouquet in his hands with sweaty fingers.
Have you ever been in one of those situations where things could have easily gone differently. You know, those times when looking back on it you were really lucky to survive.