The Exterminator
This story (written in 2015) was an assignment for my college creative writing class. enjoy! i'm an exterminator. it's what i do. i know it's not the most glamorous job in the universe. hell, i'd say it might be one of the least.
The Wolf of Castle Blackpaw: Part I
#1 of the wolf of castle blackpaw (here goes my attempt at creative writing once again. been feeling a bit down in the dumps, so my my most tried and true remedy has always been writing. i hope you all like it, if you do i will write more.
wander ~ Chapter 30
Amador into using the creative writing room as our headquarters for the time being, but she just crossed her arms in front of her chest and looked down at us with the sharpest eyes i'd ever seen on her, and _that_ proved pretty darn well at scaring us off.
The Cannon of Civilization
Just a story that i wrote for my creative writing class. spent a few hours on it. didn't really revise it that i can remember. i just figured i'd put it somewhere instead of letting it fester in my documents folder for the rest of eternity.
You ARE a writer! : Srsly (2nd step on the road to success!)
The same is true of the stark majority of creative writing courses, mentorship programmes, blah blah blah. here is your writing advice that actually works. stop reading this immediately and start writing. no, really.
Under the silver moon P1
Inspiration goes to "north guard" by creative writing. please go read their story! (after this one!) enjoy!
A New Approach
"four-year college, degree in creative writing, english teacher, that sort of thing." "i want you to think about it. here." he dug into a pocket and pulled out a golden coin. it had a wolf's head embossed onto its surface.
A Walk Above the Tombstones
#1 of creative writing who would have thought that searching for a long lost pioneer graveyard would be so dangerous or so unnerving? and where did that old barnyard estate go?
Mark'ha Was a Strange Orc
A little thing written for my creative writing class. i like it a lot so i decided to share it the kitsune folded her hand paws. she wasn't paid enough for this and she owned the business. she wasn't speciesist, oh gods, no!
Matteus Chapter 5 "Secrets Revealed"
On the way there they ran into some of matt's friends; two of them martin could not recognize, but he did recognize a female dalmatian that he saw in his creative writing class last week.
Owen
His creative writing professor had complimented him on one poem he had written during a break while sitting in the duct tape patched chair, but also said that tact was a gift too.
Fireflies
_this is a product created when combining creative writing, me and the song known as 'fireflies' as sung and performed by owl city.