Creative


Creative writing: skits, short stories, essays

Luke

Eyes opening he blinks, sees the dancing bears and lambs that twirl above his bed. He lays there, unaware of the nature of the world beyond. There is the soft, big one and the bigger one and the smaller ones. Then there is the furry one. There is the green room and the blue room, and the other rooms. His space is here, surrounded by the immobile, plush friends and warm blankets.


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A Fall Day

Scott lay there, blinking at what was in front of him. Dirt covered the right side of his face, leaving a vague Rorschach style shapes spread across his cheekbones. He at least had some luck that he no longer had his glasses, for they certainly would have shattered, making this entire situation that much worse, but he would hardly have considered himself lucky at the time.

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The Red Fields of Muirén

Theirs was a professional army, well disciplined and capable in battle. When the generals gave the command to form ranks, the order was followed quickly and professionally. They moved off the road, onto a small rise and into parallel lines, the summit to their back and one continuous like of shields in the front. Archers and ballistas occupied the summit, while the cavalry held in reserve.

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The Dawn of the Second Expedition

A slow terror crept forth from the frontier. This wasn't just silence. There was some force which was swallowing up not just soldiers but entire towns, bustling cities which were thought to be strong enough to withstand an assault. Something had come for the empire, snuffing its edge like you might blow out a match. Something had to be done, a show of force had to be made. The ... Continue reading »

It was a time of peace in the empire

It was a time of peace in the empire. The long civil war was over for nearly a decade now, and a period of prosperity seemed to be returning. The many opposing armies united under one house, one ruler. Many soldiers, who had given themselves up for lost, returned from their long voyages to distant lands, exchanging oars for shovels and blades for plowshares. Finally the people could stop fearing ... Continue reading »