Creative writing is one of the most calming and expressive forms of activity one can perform. The beauty of it is that each individual can take it in the direction they choose. I personally adore scary prompts but there is a non-creepy prompt as well. Here are some of my favorite ones that I came…
Let’s all be honest. The start to the new “20s” has been…suboptimal. With everything that is going on right now, the 1980s seems like the golden age—and not without reason. Modern media influence plays a big role in this, but there were many factors in the 80s itself that make us all wish we could…
From starry-eyed aspiring authors to students sitting in the exam hall with their paper wishing they could conceivably bang their head against the desk repeatedly without a) sustaining some serious brain damage and b) getting kicked out for disturbing the peace, almost everyone will have to write at some point. Bonus points if the starry-eyed…
Some superheroes do not wear capes. Frontline workers are those superheroes in our lives. To all the firefighters, policemen, grocery workers, retail workers, doctors, nurses, and other essential and frontline workers, I would like to express a heavy THANK YOU from the bottom of my heart! Even during the toughest times of our pandemic, the…
An original free verse poem composed in a stream-of-consciousness style of writing. ________ Fantasy a faraway, unfathomable dream, endless in distant, clouded visions hoping to piece together Fragments of a past unsatisfied, longing to spontaneously create realities of apparent glory, perceived prosperity False landscapes of ostensible fulfillment, imagining ends unbeknownst to our inaction, trying…
Dear readers: Here’s a fun and silly piece of creative writing I wanted to share! I hope this can bring a smile to your face in these difficult times. Enjoy! Do you have problems socializing with others? Do you have problems talking with people of the opposite gender? Then you, my friend, are one…
But here are some more poems to read at your leisure. Nobody Compares 2 U 10- i miss you, your scent on my living room couch where you first told me you loved me 9- reminiscing infinitely of blessings i took for granted, your lips soft in my memory 8- silk smooth skin, our first…
My flight is tomorrow. I dug through my basement until I found the box of mints. The box was greying and losing lustre. I shook it. Nothing. I grabbed a random packet of mints off the counter. Mint flavoured, I laughed. How original. I dumped the mints into the box to fill it. I took…
Context is necessary, and so is the need to finish up procrastinated English homework. This poem was created as an explanatory myth, tampering with the theme of resurrection. Greek Mythology is full of similar stories in regards to flowers. I thought to do the same, but instead have my theme as the creation of birds.…
they say . shoot for the moon . even if you miss . you’ll hit the stars but some shots fall short . and the stars they never . witness our dreams…
I can’t remember the last time I wrote something creative that was not for an English class personal response to text assignment; so, with all this newfound time on my hands I thought I’d pick up a metaphorical quill (keyboard) again and try my hand at creative writing. Today’s short story is inspired by a…
Last week, I stopped by the Glenbow Museum to see their newest exhibit, Vivian Maier: In Her Own Hands. The installation, besides being beautiful, was insightful into the modest life of a brilliant and largely undiscovered film photographer and the time period that made her ‘observational photos’ so moving. Vivian Maier was a nanny with a…
The Monster They say it resides in deep caves underground or in the dunes of sand least expecting waiting for an unsuspecting prey or lonesome beast upon which it can turn it’s claws (or jaws?) onto we must pray it does not come to tear us from the soft shelters and houses: the…
Vines entangled the crumbling temple, holding its shattered pieces intact. Trees that stood high above, casted massive shadows beneath. Their thick trunks could have stood there for a millenia. Daniel stood on a rocky patio, far overgrown with grass and weeds. In reality though, it was probably more foliage than rock. In a moment, he…
gazing upon the expanses . of the great night sky our endless wonder . at the mosaic sea of stars is inexplicably bridled…