Creative Writing Ideas, Storylines, Diamonds and Pearls

Apartments in winters come alive. I realised this when I was eight. The place has neither the dampness of rainy season nor the troubling lightness of air and everything around you. I enjoyed the time I spent in the lift in my apartment; it was a room, only it belonged to no one. We all shared the space sometimes alone, sometimes together, yet the room belonged to no one. It was late in the night; I pulled my hands out of the warm side pockets of my jacket and risked the exposure of cold winter air. I pressed the button and was waiting for the lift to descend, tapping my foot against the brown tiled wall. On its way down, the lift paused briefly at one of the floors, and I heard the sound of a woman (must be in her thirties) in great urgency, she banged the lift’s door shut and left, only to realise a moment later that the door was not properly lodged into the sockets. She tried vainly to force the door into the socket, after a couple of attempts (while I was rubbing my palms and pressing them against my chin), she pulled the door ajar and banged it violently. The door was locked, and the cables before me in the hollow lift chamber were rising to meet the pulley right at the top of the apartment, on the sixth floor. And with a thud, the lift drooped low like an old tree’s bark that mysteriously collapses to let a rabbit peep out of it; a lady with her eyebrows raised high stepped outside...

He opened his eyes slowly, looked at his wife, first the chin, then the nose and finally the forehead. She was sewing, with her lips pursed (as all women do while sewing). He watched her intently, was it the morning’s fog that was rubbing its back against the bedroom window, was it the day’s first shaft of light that slantingly stroked her ears, was it the jocund manner in which she brandished her needle as a child does its scars, he no longer remembered, but she was beautiful, and nothing else mattered. She muttered something indistinctively, rose and brushed the crumbs of bread on her frock, flapped it once in air, pulled the needle away, started, as if she has seen a ghost. He never woke up so early, she held his face up by her pink palms and kissed him on the lips, there is nothing whatever the matter with him, she declared after examining his sleepy eyes and wrinkled forehead with her lips. Holding her purse in one hand, tea cup in another, she approached him. Washing the tea around with a spoon, he lent his eyes to the purse. She was hiding her hands behind her, such a ravishing beauty she was, he thought. Much as a hen spreads her feathers and guards the nest and eggs, she was hiding something from him. He shaded his eyes with the back of his palm and looked at her...

26/11 ki jo kahani adhoori chode di thi uske ant ko aur vivechniya aur aakarshak banane ki request ek dost ne ki... main soch raha tha ki agar main is satya ka ant likhoonga to ye bhi ek kahani ban ke reh jayyegi, main chahta hoon ye sach ek ghatna ki tereh nahin ek saweal ban ke logon ke saamne aaye.. ek aisa sawaal jiska jawaab diye bina aap aage naa jaa payen ek sawaal jaise....jaise bhookh, aap ki saanse ya fir dil ki dhadkan maine baat kahi thi," khud ko is hadse ka shikaar banane ki" bahut sochne ke baad ye paaya ki hum sab iske shikaar ban chuke hain.shikaar banne ke liye marna zaroori nahin hai, ye aatankwaad ek sandesh hai jo hum Zinda logon ke liye hai hai!!! har wo insaan jisko iski aadat pad chuki hai wo iska shikaar hai... main, Aap hum sab!!!!

One sunny day fifteen years ago, our family decided to visit my Uncle and Auntie in Naocondiot, Placer, Masbate ( the Philippines). We went there via motorboat. We reached Naocondiot, if I’m not mistaken, at eight o’clock in the morning. The temperature was scorching hot that day because it’s summer time already. So, when we reached there, we were really feeling uncomfortable due to the unusual warmness of the surroundings. Seeing my brother and I feeling uncomfortable, our cousins invited us to go swimming on the cool sea. Since my brother and I love swimming very much, even though we didn’t know how to swim, we didn’t reject their invitation and decided to join in. We really had a good time playing at the seawater. I thought the enjoyment that I was experiencing would last long, but I was wrong. While I was playing with a bamboo stick, running and chasing it wherever it went, the current took it over to the deeper part of the sea. I excitedly ran after it, oblivious of the danger that lies ahead. The current continued taking it over to the deeper part and I also continued chasing it, extending my right arm as far as I could reach, in a desperate move to retrieve the stick back. When I nearly reached the tip of the stick, something went wrong. I fell down into the deep part of the water and instantly sunk to the bottom. Some saltwater got inside my mouth and nose which made me burped and exhaled all the air in my system...

Introduction 1608 The Stranger left a note that day.It simply went like this "Dear Caretaker,I am going and I don't know when I'll be home. Don't wait up for me donot worry for I am lonely and I am weary. I'm going to go and find the one my soul longs and dreams for. She is lonely Deep Eyes.Love your master, Weblong. You see the Stranger owned many things and he owned many lands.But he wasn't happy within.So he got his satchel and went to slip out and sneek thru the trees and the clearings.He had arranged ahead time for the boat to be waiting for him by the waters shore.He was headed for the land where his soul calls to him,Weblong,it called softly thru the winds we belong, Weblong, we belong.The Stranger was going crazy from desires of the dark eyes that haunts his dreams and the love foretold by the gods was just beginning.This is the story of Weblong and his love Lonely Deep Eyes,his brother Capseyes,Charlie and it is the story of Courtneys.The Sea of the Butterfly.Pumpernickle and many more but mainly it is the story of the Gods,the Spirits,Weblongs wish for love and his quest to find it

Its not easy walking in this dark dungeons even though there is daylight its so eerie down here, but its too late to turn back, have to find the answers or this pain and heaviness would torture me through my lifetime. A sound of siren few blocks away filled my soul with goose bumps, it doesn’t have to be this way, it would not have been this way at all but now that I have got here I got to face it, damp smell and smell from debris of rat or cat got me nausea, the dark liquid spread across the path seems to create a permanent pattern along the way, I linked the fingers of my hands together and sent a silent prayer skyward, I knew I can do this that’s why I am here…….. its been 3 years now and I have been living with guilt that now I have become a living tomb. I reached to a steel gate where lots of oily dirt gets on once finger if dared to touch, I pushed my hand through two steel ribs and knocked on the latch on the door, waited few seconds and knocked again still the door stood rigid. All my hopes crashing down on me and my legs pulling me down as felt my legs turn wobbly on the thought of going back through this path without the answers or the solutions I came for…. Then slowly the door creeks and opens crack on the side and small grey tired eyes pokes at me from a mask like face with so much of wrinkles on it….. “Hi, my name is Millie, Jason sent me, is this Mr. Hopkins lab” A slow smile lit up the small mans wrinkled face...

I tossed and turned all night long. My red hair scattered all over my baby blue silky covers. I had this dream about Chase it is vague and very blurry. There is fog every where. Fog surrounded his face and his whole body. He was shouting at me but I couldn’t hear him it was like he was far away. And I reached for him but it was like I was being pulled away. I couldn’t reach him. Then that’s when I wake up in a cold sweat. I feel the sweat bristling on my forehead. Everything is dark and cold and I feel alone. I sit up in bed looking at the dark shadows. I turn around in my bed to my night stand and text Chase. It’s a reflex to go to him for comfort even if it’s just in electronic text form. I know he probably will be a sleep and won’t get it until tomorrow but it’s nice to take my fears out of my mind and put them down on something Chase will read later. I say I had a bad dream. And thirty seconds later I get a text back, “u need me there babe?” I’m pleasantly surprised he is up and I text him back and said, “No it was just a dream. I was just spooked.” Then suddenly I felt warmth and a peace. And I hear his warm and comforting words in my head, “You’ll be ok, just relax and go to sleep.” His words soothed me. I felt a blanket of warmth wrapped around my mind and the panic I suffered because of my dream vanished slowly away. I suddenly was wrapped into a happy calm mist...

Pinki was a little sheep,because she was so different her mother would not keep. All the other sheep laughed at her, because her fur was so pink.

Sweet dreams are made of murder. . . Six gifted friends have unique abilities, the abilities to enter a person's dreamworld and murder the drwamer. Only this isn't a dream one can wake up from, this is something you can never wake up from. But what happens when a mysterious cloaked figure starts killing off the members of the team? Has a new player joined or is it someone's dream to betray those with power?

From the rescued love passages of the diary: The Magical Crickets of Mogador were dangerous in one sense: once you listen to them they stay inside your skin, and every encounter, every night to go unraveling the moon until dawn, would be brought to light the riotous harmony that vibrates between your cells, like a powerful vacuum that succumbs to the tenderness of your beloved one. That is why, Elf Wizard knew tha for truly love, you must go first to Mogador Gardens.