Creative Writing Ideas, Storylines, Diamonds and Pearls

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.

Life, what is it exactly?What is the meaning to being alive? Is it the way we live, is it the way we die? Or is it just another way to exist? In all its antirety, its an existace,and thats all. We are here for a set amount of time, like an hour glass with sand that over the years dwindles until there is nothing left to fall. And when this day of judgement arrives, how will we deal with all our lives mistakes, complishments, and wonders that we produced in our existance. When we look up to the heavens and look into the face of the almighty, what do we do? What do we think? Where is he god going to place us? We all wish to go to heaven. But the issue is not what we want, its what we have earned in our lifetime. What we put out into the world, we will get out in the end. When that final hour approaches, and the father lowers his hand onto the earth and takes all his faithful followers, what becomes of the ones left behind? What is the reality that awaits them? Do we have any power over this. Will he just leave us behind, while we watch the heavens close up into the beautiful glory that is everlasting life? This is the question that all of us will face one day. All of our mortality will someday come to pass. When this happens the faith that each and everyone of us have is the difference between everlasting glory and no pain, no sorrow, no suffering. Will the unbelievers be damned for eternity in the fiarie pits of hell. Where u never can escape. U never can go home...

U prijatnoj junskoj večeri skakuće on držeći za ruke očeve roditelje. Pogled sve češće upire u nebeski beskraj, osut neobično sjajnim zvezdama i ,kao refren, ponavlja dve reči koje, zasigurno, nisu sve što želi da kaže, već su početak nekog divnog , treperavog osećanja koje želi da izrazi. "U noći piramida...u noći piramida...u noći"... izgovara sporo, pevljivo, osluškuje i sluti sledeću pogodnu reč. Šta to pokreće njegov nežni duh? Šta to iskri u umu ljupkog, živahnog dečaka koji u svojim mišićima i suptilnoj duši nosi životno iskustvo od samo četiri ipo godine? Možda trostruka energija. Njegova i energija dvoje starih ljudi koji ga , sa neizmernim uživanjem drže za male ruke dok ih on vuče čas napred, čas nazad, čas se ljulja dok ga oni nose između sebe, trče i svi se smeju. Onda on kaže: "Pa lepi ste mi vas dvoje. Ja to kažem jer je to dobro za vašu dušu". Izgovara uzdignutih obrva, raširenih očiju i značajno klima glavom da bi bio uverljiviji. "A zašto vi mene ne naučite da radim nešto važno, na primer, da slušam vesti?" Kaže svojim detinjim glasom kojem pokušava da da ton i naglasak kao da je i on odrastao . Da li se sećate svog detinjstva i te neizmerne prisnosti i topline u bakinom i dekinom okrilju? Možda ste sada ta baka i deka koji imaju privilegiju da uživaju posmatrajući rast i formiranje nove , mlade ličnosti...

Valerie, a 19-year-old girl, begins to notice that she's been having a lot of dreams each night. She's not sure what it is (if it is the midnight snacks or the lack of sleep that's causing the dreams). They are usually bizarre, however some are frightening and cause her to wake up in a sweat. A few weeks go by when she notices peculiar article in the newspaper. It seems strikingly similar to one of her dreams. She shrugs it off and just believes it to be a coincidence, but is it really or are there other forces at play here? Week after week, she is astounded and full of anxiety every time she picks up the newspaper. Usually the first few sections correspond to a dream she had the night before. It's almost as though she's become psychic, however, Valerie was never one to believe in such entertainment. Even though she's denying her unusual abilities, deep down inside, she's insecure, scared and full of guilt. Even though Valerie has nothing to do with all the horrendous things in the articles she reads, she somehow feels responsible for causing all the suffering in the world. Eventually, the guilt is so severe that she cannot take it anymore. She finally confides in her parents, however, they believe that it's just a strange coincidence and that their daughter is being utterly ridiculous. Frustrated and nervous, Valerie seeks professional help from a psychologist, as she seems to be unable to function properly and finds herself worrying and dreading the next day...

The things that can be known a priori can be named, but they can not be reduced. They are atomic concepts and the naming and defining of them are the same thing. The room had the darkening light of dusk and incandescance mixed. The remaining conversations were relaxed and slow. It was a time for putting on of coats, and for feet on desks. The conversers had all had conciousness dawn on them gradually, and expected it to leave them gradually. “It’s happening”, was the sudden exclamation of one of them, as he began swiftly removing the jacket he’d just buttoned up. From every corner of the room those who were yet to leave converged on him and his computer screen. Together they watched the birth of a new conciousness, fully intelligent. It begins with a mode. The first thought is nonsense - static from the primordial chaos that still rages, unchecked everywhere, but the mode tries to interpret it. That first Thought is unique to all conciousnesses birthed with full intelligence, it is usually impenetrable, insoluble, but they hold it to themselves as the icon of their existence. It is their name. The second Thought is an observation. There are Thoughts. At this stage, nothing more can be said about them but their existence. Knowing what they are isn’t important. The thought is only that they are. The third Thought is the first exercise of imagination. For a Thought to exist, there must be a Thinker...

The interviewee is the oldest person in the world and his anti Alzheimer's surgery has given him a perfect memory of his whole life. The people who gave the surgery that had this unexpected outcome are suing for some of the value of his reminiscences, to force him to charge fees and give them a cut.

In the hope of solving hunger and war, humans bioengineer themselves to produce chlorophil and begin to photosynthesise. Everything is fantastic, but fast forward 1 million years, and a visiting alien species discovers that with the need to move around to find food gone, people have begun to take root at their desks, only tendrils of fingers still connecting them to the internet where they still socialise and meet. Perhaps from the other side, humans visit a planet where this happened/discover this already happened on earth - all the trees are connected to an internet and actually lead a very deep virtual life. Earth trees communicate already using chemical signals.