Creative


Creative writing: skits, short stories, essays

Night Song

It always happens this time of night, the time when almost everyone has gone to bed, and the last of the porch lights blink out across the lake. It happens when the moon has consumed the sky and has its partner shimmering in the center, and a song starts drifting across the water. It is an old song, some folk melody which was popular long before someone was around to make a recording. The song climbs up out of the water and begins snaking its way to any who might be awake, carried as if on but against the wisps of wind.

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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 »