#creative-writing

“You know it's okay to miss her,” Bridgette René, my mother's best friend, said softly, a slight smile touching her lips as her eyes searched mine. I tore my gaze away from hers and nodded at an unfamiliar

Ilustración conceptual de Pancho y la Burriquita, creada con IA basada en mi relato original. 🇪🇸 Español En el salón de clases, los niños estaban reunidos alrededor de su maestra, con el corazón lleno

What if our world was monochrome and we saw in only black and white, no other colours? I had asked a friend this question in high school and he had jokingly hinted that there might be something a little

yesterday opus 5.5 dropped. it’s insane, it feels like grok4.6 did speed wise. it does not feel like an opus model, it feels more, much more. it’s letting my creativity and mind open up. i’m building all

I have not been able to post here on Hive for quite a while. I have been kind of busy, and I have not had time to make any music videos. At this point in time, I am at work, but just a bit less busy. The

I thought I was having a bad day until I met Laura at the restaurant across the street from my office. As I entered the five-star restaurant, I exhaled and pinched the bridge of my nose to hold back the

It takes me about fifteen minutes, give or take, to drive home from work. Today, I arrive within eight minutes. Yes, I am meticulous like that; every second of my life counts. You may wonder why I drive

From behind a tree some distance away, Chioma watched the open window of the maid’s room at the back of the mansion. She frowned. It was the same room she stayed in throughout her teenage years working

Concurso Observa Piensa Escribe: Una imagen, una historia, mil formas de interpretación… // Observe, Think, Write Contest: One image, one story, a thousand ways to interpret it…

Daniel hid behind a car parked away from Saint Monica's, his curly black hair sticking out from behind it, the only evidence that he was there. Sister Janice stood outside the main entrance, smiling politely

It was dawn and the air smelled of damp moss and something faintly sweet and calming. Dahlya stood at the edge of the wood, her brows furrowed as she admired the dewy leaves on a big old oak tree. It was

The Chapter Before Their leader, a tall man with glowing icy blue eyes, pointed his sword at her. He was young, broad-shouldered and dressed like a soldier. She gasped, remembering the masked man who pinned

Concurso Observa Piensa Escribe: Una imagen, una historia, mil formas de interpretación… // Observe, Think, Write Contest: One image, one story, a thousand ways to interpret it…

Jacqueline flung her purse onto her bedside table and began pacing the room. She had been stalked thrice by masked strangers, yet when she had reported the matter to the police, their indifference left

Cover to cover?

The time said 8.55pm on the table clock and I shuddered, glancing at Mommy. Daddy wasn't home yet and that was a bad sign. He worked at construction company downtown and anytime he wasn't home by 6 or

Green and great!

Concurso Observa Piensa Escribe: Una imagen, una historia, mil formas de interpretación… // Observe, Think, Write Contest: One image, one story, a thousand ways to interpret it…

The door bell rang and it did at the exact moment I was about to win. I muttered, reluctantly took off my headphones and put my computer into sleep mode, leaving my video game paused. Christina was bringing

As Nancy gingerly slid the hair comb into my French chignon, she patted my hair and occasionally glanced at my face to make sure the hairstyle suited me. It was my wedding day. Then Mom burst into my dressing