#creativewriting

The Minimalist Lifestyle Community Prompt

An ancient a Moldavian parable re-told in poetic form.

Bajo la sombra pienso en primaveras, mariposas, niños, Venus sin espejos, una lista con lecciones que no se encuentran en otra página... Inhóspito el tronco del árbol donde aún pernocta tu sombra. ¡Muchas

Flower of Passion fruits We have all heard of passion fruit, although it is known as a foreign fruit. However, here many of us refer to passion fruit as "tank fruit" in our regional language.

Frente al gran horizonte de rumbos cruzados, donde el alma decide qué suelo pisar, no avanzamos a ciegas ni desamparados si aprendemos, de frente, los ojos alzar. Se elige el camino doblando rodillas,

I've been swamped at work lately... So, tell me about your swamps, bogs, and other similar places. Guidelines Prompt replies may be anything! Art, game assets, stories, worldbuilding details, fake wiki

An introspective poem using an extended metaphor of a quarry to explore memories of the past.

*Describe a cult in your world. What special ingredients, types of food, or methods of preparation are used when preparing ritual foods? Guidelines Prompt replies may be anything! Art, game assets, stories,

The guest in Red. The night's moon seemed more beautiful than usual, but nothing tonight was as beautiful as Aima. Love had cast its color over her, and for the first time, she felt envious of her own

Imagen de autoría propia, creada utilizando herramientas de Inteligencia Artificial para ilustrar el relato. En un diciembre del año 2999, mi único deseo de Navidad era un robot interactivo. Se decía que

A poem and blog expressing my horror at humankind's continual poisoning of the oceans.

A nature poem inspired by Llyn Gwynant in Snowdonia National Park, Wales.

[ESP] Las palabras se cayeron. Todas tiradas quedaron. Las quise juntar pero se resbalaban de las manos. Desordenadas y rotas parecían agonizar. Me desesperé por encontrar alguna que me parezca más certera,

The smell of old oil and brass was the only thing left of my grandfather. For forty years, he had sat in the tiny corner shop on Market Street, his magnifying glass pressed to his right eye, breathing

He fracasado en la intención, sobreponerme al último sorbo. El aeropuerto es un tatuaje sobre la arena, una hormiga, pasos, reloj, vidrio que fractura el silencio. ¡Muchas gracias por tu visita! ©Copyright

Swimming with Dolphins is a poem about the amazing experience of scuba diving among a pod of dolphins.

Hive completely changed my internet habits by transforming me from a passive scroller into an active, valued creator. Before finding this platform, my relationship with the internet was one sided. created

May your quotidian peregrination across the world lead to a rightful position before the termination of our lives. May we not die in pain, feeling that we have not accomplished. Mundane things of this

Does your world have something like techno dance clubs? Spots where some kind of synthetic music is being played at a high tempo with wild light shows? Guidelines Prompt replies may be anything! Art, game