Tag: Creative Writing

100 Word Story – Death in Moonlight (Part One)

The constant struggle of one’s life is the constant fight for their life. Whether it’s the search for the most luxurious of items to ease their pain, removing poison from a deadly creature to eat for sustenance, or on the literal brink of death from injury, a person’s life is always fighting for something.

In this case, these women were trapped in a horrific game where there was only one prize at the end. They would have to use every tactic they could, avoid any threats, and fight as they tried to escape with ultimate prize: their lives. The faintest slip of the finger, a single misstep, or making the slightest of noise would bring disaster upon them.

Will they be able to escape…?

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100 Word Story – Mirror, Mirror (Finale)

It’s never an easy thing facing yourself in the mirror. Most people use it as a time to try and make their outer appearance look good, doing their make-up, fixing their hair, and whatnot. It’s a funny thing, using a mirror to focus on what other can see.

But what about using a mirror to reflect the deepest parts of your mind that you wish to ignore? Using a mirror to have a true one-on-one with yourself in order to get past those negative thoughts? It may sound chaotic and psychotic, but trust and believe.

It’s quite normal, no matter who the person is, and regardless of what they do for a living.

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100 Word Story – Mirror, Mirror (Part Four)

It’s never an easy thing facing yourself in the mirror. Most people use it as a time to try and make their outer appearance look good, doing their make-up, fixing their hair, and whatnot. It’s a funny thing, using a mirror to focus on what other can see.

But what about using a mirror to reflect the deepest parts of your mind that you wish to ignore? Using a mirror to have a true one-on-one with yourself in order to get past those negative thoughts? It may sound chaotic and psychotic, but trust and believe.

It’s quite normal, no matter who the person is, and regardless of what they do for a living.

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100 Word Story – Mirror, Mirror (Part Three)

It’s never an easy thing facing yourself in the mirror. Most people use it as a time to try and make their outer appearance look good, doing their make-up, fixing their hair, and whatnot. It’s a funny thing, using a mirror to focus on what other can see.

But what about using a mirror to reflect the deepest parts of your mind that you wish to ignore? Using a mirror to have a true one-on-one with yourself in order to get past those negative thoughts? It may sound chaotic and psychotic, but trust and believe.

It’s quite normal, no matter who the person is, and regardless of what they do for a living.

Continue reading Mirror, Mirror Part Three

100 Word Story – Mirror, Mirror (Part Two)

It’s never an easy thing facing yourself in the mirror. Most people use it as a time to try and make their outer appearance look good, doing their make-up, fixing their hair, and whatnot. It’s a funny thing, using a mirror to focus on what other can see.

But what about using a mirror to reflect the deepest parts of your mind that you wish to ignore? Using a mirror to have a true one-on-one with yourself in order to get past those negative thoughts? It may sound chaotic and psychotic, but trust and believe.

It’s quite normal, no matter who the person is, and regardless of what they do for a living.

Continue reading Mirror, Mirror Part Two

100 Word Story – Mirror, Mirror (Part One)

It’s never an easy thing facing yourself in the mirror. Most people use it as a time to try and make their outer appearance look good, doing their make-up, fixing their hair, and whatnot. It’s a funny thing, using a mirror to focus on what others can see.

But what about using a mirror to reflect the deepest parts of your mind that you wish to ignore? Using a mirror to have a true one-on-one with yourself in order to get past those negative thoughts? It may sound chaotic and psychotic, but trust and believe.

It’s quite normal, no matter who the person is, and regardless of what they do for a living.

Continue reading Mirror, Mirror Part One
Extra, Extra! I Have Some News for You!

Extra, Extra! I Have Some News for You!

HIYA! ‘Sup, y’all? How yuz be izz?

… I’m sorry, I just wanted to have fun for a moment. Hey, everybody. How are you all doing this fine Thursday afternoon? Did anybody end up buying their own copy of the Black Cat comic I posted about last week? And if you did, how did you enjoy it? Did it match up to the review I did? And if you didn’t don’t worry about it. Comics aren’t for everybody.

Now, let me get straight to the point about this. I have some very, very, VERY exciting news to share with all of you. So, let me start with the most straight-forward one.

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The Fourth Wall

The Fourth Wall

Howdy, y’all. I hope you’ve had a nice and relaxing weekend. It’s been a scorcher all week all over. I’ve been stuck in the blazing heat working (I went back to my old job, woohoo) and I’ve been coming home just drenched in sweat. And let me tell you, I hate the heat. But enough about my boring week.

So today, I come to you with a little… experiment. Remember a couple months back when I talked about the new laptop I bought and the new things I could do with it? If you don’t check out – “So I Did A Thing… And I May Keep It.”

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My Young One (Part Twelve) [18+]

It’s been some time since I’ve first met Anna, since she first came up to me at the bus stop. Naturally I was hesitant about her wanting to help me out; I still consider what would have happened if I never got into her car to drive me to school. The general rule is to never get into a car with somebody you don’t know. But there was something about Anna that pulled me in…

Just from looking at her outward appearance, I instantly knew she lived a lavish and luxurious lifestyle. From sitting in the passenger seat of her luxury-grade car, having a private outdoors dining table at the Italian restaurant, and seeing the number out designer outfits she wears for casual outings, Anna is a woman who already has everything in the world she could possibly want. And if she didn’t, she knew how to get it.

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My Young One (Part Eleven) [18+]

“W-When you said you wanted to show me the bedroom, I-I wasn’t expecting this!”

“You knew exactly what was going to happen when I invited you to my apartment.” Anna crawled up the bed, quickly trapping me under her. My entire body wanted to tremble, but I tried my best to try and hide my shivers; whether they were from being nervous, embarrassed or even excited, I couldn’t tell. All I could do was watch as Anna slowly got closer and closer to me.

Reaching over and grabbing me by my wrists, Anna hovered over me, our faces only inches apart. We looked at one another, nobody trying to break eye contact. Her grip on me got tighter as she slowly came down and pressed her chest on top of mine.

She smirked, “Don’t play dumb, hun.”

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My Young One (Part Ten) [18+]

I counted the ding of each passing floor as we rode the elevator up to Anna’s apartment. With each passing chime my heart started to beat harder and faster, almost expecting some kind of high intense sports training. I mean, part of me expected something to happen, but I wasn’t exactly sure what.

I was sure going to Anna’s apartment would fix that.

One final chime, and the elevator came to a calm stop.

“Top floor, my apartment,” Anna proudly announced. As she unlocked the door, she looked at me and smiled, “Make yourself at home.”

“I’ll make sure to do that,” I blurted out. I couldn’t help but gasp and cover my mouth when I realized what I said, looking at Anna for reassurance. She chuckled and opened the door, guiding me through everything.

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My Young One (Part Nine) [18+]

I sat in silence as Anna placed her order with our personal server, not having to take a glance at her menu. I read over mine, completely unsure of what I was looking for. I’ve never had authentic Italian food before, all I’ve had was canned stuff that was cheap at the grocery store.

“And for you, Signorina?”

I hid behind my menu, acting as if I was intently looking over it as the server called out to me. He called out to me again, and I felt myself slowly sliding down my chair.

I’m so far out of my league here. I don’t even know what to order.

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