Creative Writing Ideas, Storylines, Diamonds and Pearls

The premise of my book... a detailed account of my personal experiences, perspectives, ideas of a distorted vantage point. A truthful account of challenges growing up small town America: son of a preacher Man, immoral college experience, married, divorced, encumbered progression of life. A depiction of an emotional/spiritual struggle in my search for truth... right or wrong / happiness or lack off. Detailed accounts of things I have done , been part off, seen... nothing held back. In a nut shell, it's going to be epic of misogyny, perversion, dipsomaniacal philandering intertwined with brief moments of clarity/ self actualization only to be suffocated by self destruction. The book will not only be about life in a spiritual cave but the progression and triumph of a new line of thinking, importance of family, loss of self reliance and coming of a new identity...

I never saw the water. I saw the night overtake me as I jumped and then I was cold. I was cold on the outside but felt nothing inside. As I became numb and the salt water waves thrashed my borderline-comatose body I felt hands pulling me. Three hands then four, now five were dragging my useless frame. My brain flickered like a glitchy computer screen as cold fiberglass was slapped against my face. I was in a boat. Someone saved me from the torment of my physical form. Looking out from nothingness, I saw faces that were blank. The salt water had battered me, but my body was cleansed. For all that I endured in the cold waters, risking the abyss of cruel animal feeding at the bottom of the ocean and a Sailors worst death; I had been saved the trouble of washing the blood from my body. Carbon copied onto my soul, I felt the blood fill the cracks and I was whole. Having fought it my entire life, I felt complete and at peace with myself. What an amazing opportunity to soul search. Suddenly my life had purpose and value. As the salt water mimicked tears I did not possess for souls I did not mourn, I smiled at my accomplishments and fell asleep. Sleep as I had not had in my entire life. Suddenly the world had endless possibilities in such an awakening. And so I slept.

Main Characters - Lyle and Rob. Lyle is a professional thief and blackmailer. He blackmails Rob into working with him, and they proceed to steal art and valuable things while avoiding the police. There are mentions that they've both been in prison before, but that's not the focus. Keep an eye on Rob slowly getting angrier and more desperate as time goes on - Lyle grates on his personality. Show several of their exploits, and finally work Rob into setting a trap and trying to get Lyle to give up the secret that keeps Rob stuck with him. Lyle will win - for the now. Meanwhile, Rob's wife has hired someone to track Rob down, and Lyle has noticed. Run with the idea from there.

A woman awakens after an accident with no identity, only haunting memories of being tortured and killed. She investigates but discovers that she is a serial killer in a rehabilitation center for the dead that erases the memories of criminals and replaces them with the painful experiences of their victims. The Woman is in an upright position, almost standing. We can not see her face, it's blurry.She has ropes tied to each of her limbs. Her veins and muscles are protruding as her body is being stretched to almost its breaking point. Her white undershirt and panties are soaked wet with sweat. Her mouthis bleeding at its corner. We notice that the room has a small camera and speakers attached to the upper portion of one of the walls. She opens her eyes. There are mirrors aligned along the walls. She is able to see herself from various angles. There is a large poster of a fat man in a purple suit holding a microphone. He is smiling at her. A crackling sound is heard from the speaker, and then a voice.

Nicole and Michael Smith are orphans who were found in the streets by a professor named Albert. He provides them with all their needs. Albert always hid something from the them in a room where they were forbidden to enter.This made them curious. Soon after Albert is murdered, the Smiths decide to go into the forbidden room. They find a compass-like object. Nicole brings this compass with her where ever she goes. She decides to go back to the room and search for clues of what the compass really is. She finds out that it is really a time machine. She starts to abuse its power, not thinking of the consequences. She notices that every time she time travels, the arm slightly moves in a clockwise motion. While all this is happening, many robberies begin to occur around town. Evidence shows that all the robberies are done by the same person. While the Smith siblings are asleep, the robber comes to the house and robs the compass. When Nicole finds out that the compass is missing, she begins to search everywhere. She searched everyday for 3 months, with no luck. One night, Nicole dreamed that she was traveling through time. When she awoke, she tried many times to travel through time without the compass. Finally, she traveled. As she was traveling, she saw another man in between timelines. She approaches the man but he travels into world war II. Nicole follows him and finds him in an old church that was destroyed during the war. The man had nowhere to go so he fought her...

Érase una vez un bosque despedrado donde sólo un solo ser conocía el secreto del oráculo, mostrándoselo a las criaturas de Zarhovaliun. Una a una, cada una de las criaturas asistentes al oráculo manejado por el hechicero Yaderión, se aproximó para consultarle. -Señor Yaderión, tengo una reunión con los whazors en las tierras de nebulosas. -Joven maga keirolin, no perderás la cabeza en esa reunión. Aun así solo puedo decirte con seguridad algo que no te pasará dentro de un subgrupo muy reducido. -Gracias, temí que su horror me hiciera perder la cabeza como a muchos otros en las visitas diplomáticas obligadas. -El siguiente. -Me presentaré. Soy la espadachina Orequillie que siempre se enfrenta cara a cara a los problemas. Son otra vez los muros flexibles ladrillados de las tierras saltarinas… ¡Lo Sabía! -Bienvenida Orequillie, no te enfrentarás contra los muros. -Gracias, iré rauda y veloz a ver contra que tengo que enfrentarme. -Ya he vuelto. Me he enfrentado contra espejos vivientes y los he vencido al tocar el espejo, no con mi espada sino con mi dedo índice. -Enhorabuena. -Te doy la Bienvenida rey Jagrostunster. De todas las especies formadas por serpientes la vuestra es la más noble con vuestra solidaridad ante quienes viajan a las tierras pantanosas tras el cielo donde se camina cabeza abajo...

Ounous Once upon a time there will be (The typical Spanish expression expressed literally in English is “It was itself one time” (Erase una vez), it ´s of the fairly tales while “it will be once a time” is the literal translation of the expression but being expressed in future), a big city, which will rise above the sky. There will have a little house, derelict and middle ruined of half XX century. -Do you have seen that house ruined of there? –A girl will ask. -Naturally! It’s said that an invention will be tried, let’s go! – A boy will say. They will go to the house, where a scientist will be. -Hello, who are you? –The young people will say. -My name is Escio and I’m scientist –This will say. -What is this estrange junk? –The young people will ask. -It’s an invention that is called generator of noumenic (of noumeno or the thing how it is itself, see Kant) waves, and it was invented by many friends of mine. – Escio will say proud. -So that does it tend? – That boy will ask found estrange. -The machine will throw some especial waves, and the noumeno will have been perceived in some hours. –Escio will explain. After switch on the machine, a magnetic field will be formed in the house, and the noumeno will have been seen...

In a land inhabited by fairies, anything is possible, except finding true love. The fairies are happy, productive, friendly and harmonious, however they all feel a need to love and be loved. Whenever they try to show the emotions associated with love, they are severely punished by the Fairy Queen, Eskira. The Fairy Queen was the first to inhabit the land and so, set the rules for all who fell under her rule. She is an unmistakably kind fairy, however, because of a heartache that never healed long ago, she cast a spell that made fairies and elves unable to experience love. She thinks that she's doing them all a favour by sparing them the hurt she experienced, but little does she know the importance of love. Of course the fairies complain and eventually, revolt against her. This causes all the opposite of love: anger, hatred, disgust, envy, greed, hedonism, etc. The Fairy Queen realizes that a world without love is ugly, dangerous and unpleasant, so she casts a spell that reverses her previous one. The fairies and elves learn to love and Queen Eskira, though never finding a soulmate, gains the respect and love of her followers.

The clear night was a chilling reminder of the day's deeds. A young girl walked along the lake now, her blonde hair waving softly in the wind. Tears and blood soaked her clothes and face. Her left arm broken and twisted at a disgusting angle. This girl was beaten, raped, and killed. All in the course of 15 mintues between four teenage boys. She cried softly, to anyone who would listen. The cold snow set in for the night as she faded from veiw. This was my life... Finding souls like her, and figuring out what happened to them. My job started long ago, when I myself was a child. The truth to say, I was a infant; born to be given a gift from God that ran through my family's blood line. It was a sickening fact... I was a psychic. To be who I was born to be, I had to become something strong, and unafraid of the real world--both paranormal and living. It was a fact of life I accepted... with a fight. My story can be considered sad, and tearful for the sesitive to illness and lost loved ones. But I see it has my dear friend letting go of the living, where we were so bound by our mortal bodies that we could do nothing to help the spirits of the living. Scared and quiet, I watched as he slipped away to help the previous generations. I was scared, of course, but this did not mean--oh my. I'm getting beyond the purpose of this story. If you do want to know more about the dreadful night read until the end...

An angel deprived of his glory decides to challenge god. For the hopes of becoming King. Bruticus brought forth from the gates of heaven is asked to leave to perform trials, so that he may learn the meaning of mortality, and how precious it it. With only a robe and the memories of his past reincarnated self he triies to gain back his position as a heavenly figuar.