Moonlit in Fog
A ghost story for the writing challenge group in which i am. the world is different now. i rest a hand against a wall, staring at it as if i could see through it. well, i guess i could.
Transcendent Pt.5
Chapter 5: Final test I awoke in my room, I have a slight sense of insanity in my mind, I don't know why but it's there.As the typical day goes I get up, I get dressed, and then I get taken to my testing room today's test took place in testing 021....
The poem
All i wonder is why these writing are so alive bring sprits and happiness comes to life, when all i know is that i write for the shake of my life.
Writing Tips vol. 4
As always, have fun in your writings!
Writing Exercise - Office Politics
#3 of writing exercises here's another 'writing exercise' for you. it's mainly pieces of unfinished stories but it's better that i post them rather than delete them. hopefully, i'll be able to finish a story at some point this year.
Future (Free Writing)
I've decided to do and upload more free-writing. as such, expect these to be less professional than other pieces, less fleshed out, and more just me spilling out whatever comes to mind in a single sitting.
Writing Commissions - Open!
Commission status and prices for writing commissions. given the success of finishing writing my first commission, i am going to formally open up writing commissions for any other perspective clients.
'Drifting'
#9 of original writing a little poem i did back in college years ago. over a small crush i had with a girl. writing © munchypaws blood pulsating, pixelating, nostrils flaring... shut, blinded, concealing.
'Glimpse Of Light'
#8 of original writing a little poem i did back in college years ago. over a small crush i had with a girl.
Waiting On The Storm - Thursday Writing Prompt
I also write a story blog about a guy living with a werewolf. check that out too if you think that's something you'd enjoy. https://lifewithawerewolf.blogspot.com/ thank you, and i hope you enjoy.
Friendly Fire - Chapter 1: The Future Was Bright
So before all that's left is some romanticized skeleton of the past, i decided to write everything down. my name is axel ridenhour. i'm a mutt from a town called moonbright in the foothills of the tsulugi mountains in emmerich.
Poem #96: Not Much of a Dancer
When my days are troubled I always reach for my headphones And put them in my ears Slowly, the rhythm passes through my veins Flowing through every part of me. When I feel the beat kick My hearts yearns to align with the drum I feel the beat...