Creative Writing Ideas, Storylines, Diamonds and Pearls

Hello, I see you have come across a story. A story which contains wonderful details of life, love, and important events which have occurred. This story also happens to be about me: a fourteen year old girl living her life’s great tale one day at a time. You may simply refer to me as Deidra, however. As I mentioned before, I am a young teen living through the start of a freshman year. I attend a parochial school named “The Savior of Many.” This school is overall decent. There are some flaws in it, however. For instance, if I were to tell you of my view on the students, some are good and others are better left unsaid. My summer wasn’t typical as my past ones were. This season was rained out and I came down with a bug. These two factors put a damper on my fun. However, two weeks out of my break were exciting. My cousins were visiting and I couldn’t sit down for a minute. It was as if my sedentary ways were being corrected, through games and recreation, created by my relatives. One common idea for fun is swimming in my pool. This is held imperialistically to my cousins, due to the fact they don’t have a pool, of their own. Plus, their town pool’s cost accumulates to a high bill because there are five kids and one adult: My Aunt Anne. I only mention her because my Uncle George is always working. He’s a truck driver, loading and unloading shipments of wood, to houses, businesses, and etc. Thus, he has very little time for a family...

She wanted to believe this rain was over. She wanted to believe that this world wasn't cold. But in this feeling she's been wading & in this silence she believes in the starlight she is bleeding– it all fades out. A strange territory this city has become, A faded painting left behind. In her eyes it's always been. And always it's in her smile. Her breath on my neck I lie awake remembering– leaves blowing around my feet. & upon azure skies, I blaze her emerald gaze– kiss the midnight stars for her & breathe the shimmering world away to rize in satellite. Her eyes flash radiant guize– casting shadows upon the pavement of my native Lincoln, Nebraska where winds wash away her tears to splash them upon my toes.

Aku pertama kali bertemu dia pada musim semi Dia mengunci pandanganku, mengalihkan pikiranku. Membuatku tertegun Orang yang membuatku begitu terpesona Dia… begitu sempurna Entah apa yang membuatku berpikir seperti itu Kutatap matanya dalam-dalam.. ..berharap bisa menemukan potongan hidupnya dan mungkin rasa aneh ini juga bisa menghilangTapi yang ada perasaan ini semakin meluap-luap saja Betapa aku mencintainya, sungguh *** Cinta memang aneh… Dia misterius, buta, konyol, dan memalukan Sangat sulit didapat,.. .. namun saat kita mendapatkannya, kita tidak mungkin melepasnya Rasa ini melekat di dasar hati terdalam… *** Setiap hari aku selalu menanti… saat kami bertemu.. Aku selalu menduga kapan aku bisa melihatnya lagi Karena rasa rindu ini menyakitkanku Tiap malam aku serasa ingin menangis,.. membayangkannya ada di sini bersamaku Tapi aku tahu… Itu.. tidak mungkin… *** Sekarang dia tak ada di sini Berangsur pudar saat matahari bersinar.. dan menghilang bersamaan dengan datangnya angin Membawa titik-titik air mata dan sepotong hatiku pergi bersamanya “Kenapa kau harus datang dan pergi di saat yang sama..?” Sekarang perasaan ini hanyalah urakan belaka Tidak tergambar dan tidak pernah berasal-usul Rasa cinta yang meluap-luap ini....

In the deepest of sleep, the place one goes beyond dreams, the conscious experiences nothing. All sensory inputs are unplugged: no sight, no smell, no taste, or sounds or textures. In this state a person ceases to exist. A shell of a body, a vessel for the taking. A thump occurs in the distance, rattling a body into action. A man sits in his bed and seems to pause, sluething for clues to his next action. Suddenly the body is perched on toe and finger tip in a feline state of fear or pre-action. He leaps to the windowsill and listens to all directions of the room before backflipping out into the view of the starry sky. From inside, the window sillohuets the shape of a man. Light in the distance reflecting off the colored bars of military rank on his chest. Having landed on all fours, the body outside observes before running from the high rise until he feels the pair of eyes look away from him. --------------- Morning rose slowly in the darkness of a dank alleyway. It warmed the space around the naked body laying in a pile of garbage bags. Or maybe the warmth was coming from the circle of people gathered around it. Adrien _______ inhaled sharply and sat up, his hands acting on instinct and covering his groin...

THE JOURNEY By - Namineel We were on way to Thirupati in Tamilnadu. I was quite tired with the long tour of the area during these days. This trip of journey too was a sequel to it. You may enjoy the tours and travels, but constant journeys without enough rest make you tired and fatigued. Still, new experiences and curiosity to see more keeps you on. Our travel-coach had taken off from Chennai. After some ten or twelve kilometers, the bus stopped on way at Arcot to accommodate the last group of its tourists. I had a casual glance at them. A couple with a child of about 6 or 7 years came to my sight. They boarded on the bus. The young black lady with her proportionately carved figure attracted my attention. I was startled in a fix. Was she a Tamil edition of Unmayee ? In comparison to the color and concept of beauty in northern India, my eyes were naturally anxious for looking to a face and figure that sooths them. The complexion of the skin in south is generally black with dry skin as if wrapped with layers of the burnt ash. That even could be attractive, if there be some gleam on the skin, which one likes. This added quality is rare there. The dryness on the black faces with allergic shapes detracts the eyes. Our new companion lady was an exception. She had a slender figure that Bharatnatyam dance exponents have...

One night, there was a knock on the door, it was late and everyone was wide asleep. I gently rubbed the sleep off my heavy eyes and opened the door. There was nobody outside; heavy wind was presently swaying the house. So heavy that the wind pelted gravel lying in the perimeters of the garden hither and thither; dry leaves found solace in the dim lit surroundings of our house. A sleepy white dog whined boisterously, the wind was playfully tossing things up in the air and whirling them around. I followed the trail of the whine and found the dog curled up as an old sack of coconut cord beneath the house. The pinion point was under a lot of stress, ‘must oil it in the morning’ I thought. I gathered the closely curled up dog into my arms, held it against my chest and took it inside. Made him a bed and offered to cover him up, but it was not going to happen, for the dog went round and round chasing his tail, very neurotic dog he must have been. Another knock on the door; there was a body lying outside in a stretcher. The victim was slowly descending into trauma, treatment was inevitable and no time to lose. I brought the victim inside and woke up father. After repeated applications of ointment and having him drink the green potion, the victim recovered. Next morning, he confessed. The victim was a vampire. The constant need for blood had driven him made with rage and discomfort, so he burnt himself by jumping into a furnace...

In the summer of 1960 in a small Georgia town, a young colored woman was brutally raped and beaten by four white men as she was walking home from the grocery store. The lady’s name was Linda Morgan and nine months later her life would change forever, because the very men that raped her, got her pregnant and her daughter would unknowingly fall in love with the son of one of the rapist. Who could also be her half brother.This would cause a whirlwind of problems for Linda Morgan and for her family.

This is the story of a young man who falls in love for a girl who leads him down a path of bliss but then essentially jilts him and abruptly rejects him, and lies about his character in an effort to destroy his own character and elevate her own. I know; this has been done a million times before. You just have to trust me that this version is well written and worth reading again. (*Please clear this text before entering your Storyline.)

The storyline is about this family who moves to a new house 300-some miles away. When they get there, the two oldest children, Duane and Searia, both 16, uncover a secret about the house, there's a different world in a door in their basement. Duane and Searia soon meet Aura. A girl of about Duane and Searia's human age, who tells them of the story of the people who were their before them. They learn about two people, Alex and Sarah, the two who were there before them. They were believed to be the legendary StarChasers. The people who will save the planet. But once their deaths were confirmed at the hand of Xarix, the evil overlord of the planet, the Exians had thought they were doomed to the death of their planet. Twenty-seven years later, Duane and Searia show up to save the Exians from their planets death. They become recognized as the true StarChasers, and they must find the five SpellStones before the planet is killed before the hand of the evil overlord Xarix.

One Friday evening nine years ago, I was very exhausted after all the tiring activities I did in our school, so after eating my dinner and resting for a while, I decided to go to bed early. I was very tired that night so it didn’t take long and I fell asleep already. While I was on a deep-slumber-state, I started dreaming fantastic things already. I even dreamed that I was flying up in the sky like Superman, happily watching and enjoying the bird’s-eye-view of my little hometown. I thought that dream would last long, but I was wrong because my eyes suddenly opened when I felt some kind of vibrations or unknown force coming towards me. I was lying on my bed that time and the light in my room was so dim so I couldn’t clearly see what it was, but I could clearly feel the evil force coming from that strange being. It came closer… and closer… and closer to me. And everytime I felt that it’s nearer… and nearer… and nearer me, my body turned colder… and colder… and colder, until my body went numbed when I felt that it settled on my stomach, right above my navel. When I looked at it, I was horrified upon seeing what it was. My hairs were all raising up, because on my stomach was standing a horrifying monster, a large black cat with terrifying evil-looking red eyes, razor-sharp teeth and fangs, and long scythe-shape claws on its paws...