#creative-writing

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

I sat across from him at a candlelit table. The restaurant was beautiful, not a place I had expected him to bring me. Not a five star place but somewhere in between with a natural, calming ambience. A

Esta es mi entrada al concurso #TopFiveFamily Observa, Piensa, Escribe, coordinado por @lanzjoseg. Imagen propiedad de @lanzjoseg Para escoger: papas al horno o pan tostado Para completar el plato principal,

The Prophecy of the Closet That Must Not Be Opened Peace, as any philosopher will tell you, is simply catastrophe that has not yet found the time in its schedule. Sunbeam. Windowsill. Silence so complete

The tingling sensation moving through her tiny veins alerts her that the sun will soon be up. The forest daughter smiles but it fades quickly at the sound of a creak barely audible. It reaches her through

Woof, woof!

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…

**An imperceptible three-second shift in an atomic clock unleashed global panic. What happens when the technology driving the world loses its rhythm? A gripping look into the chilling reality of invisible

Not my job?

For a price.

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