Creative Writing Ideas, Storylines, Diamonds and Pearls

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.

Smoke filled the room, as if it were on fire. Flaming flickers illuminated hands that stayed still as cards dealt themselves. Ale would pour aidless, midair as dark obscure figures laughed at the absurdity of humans. Yet, they must have been humans. With the exception of a rebel flag billowing out one man’s pipe smoke they were awash in manly function; belching in abundance. Coughs rang out loud and frequent, but echoed far past the normal. At times the house would shake with the force of their frivolity. Perhaps flimsy foundation caused instability; perhaps the walls were acoustically inclined? No, it was old but still sturdy. From far out the structure looked abundantly dingier, but closer it was what those with lowered expectations might call cozy. Yet coziness didn't suit the inhabitants; they were harsh men in need of harsh surroundings. Barren deserts would most please them. Grunts soon drawled their way out mouths. Swearing and what must have been insults coalesced. A fight began with the pull of a trigger. A white flash over took, followed by a purple haze. After several more shots fired, the men stopped to observe their deformities. One man clearly sported the head from some type of tuna, another became a large carrot, but the rest were simply garden gnomes. For a while these tuna, carrot and garden gnomes would go back to play cards with one another before popping back to human shape...

I knew one day would come when the computer and the Internet would take over my life. Not only has Internet taken over my life, it has also taken over my computer. I just never knew that day would be today.

Over the hills and far away, we set off for a stroll one day. We passed 'shinybrook' at 'hollin brow knoll' walked to the reservoir and over the toll. We met two hikers and asked them the way, they said carry on and have a nice day. So we did carry on and followed behind, we didn't know where to but we didn't mind. Around the rock face and to the waterfall, then climbing again and that isn't all. At the top of the rock we became a bit daunted the expanse of the moor seemed as though it was haunted, for miles there was nothing but flat marshy land, I felt apprehensive but Hubby took my hand. We struggled and tripped losing footing and grip, hubby fell in the mud but his pants didn't rip. At last we saw fencing and there was a gap, thank god, a road, let's look at the map. We caught sight of the men who had guided us there, sat having a rest one with mud in his hair, we pretended we knew just where we were at and casually said we had enjoyed that. Little did we know we had far to go. We were near to Marsden and to get back to the car, we still had to walk for two hours or more. We met man and wife who told us to climb 100 steps, we took our time. At the top we decided to have our lunch, we sat on a bench and started to munch. Ten minutes later we picked up our bags, we'd eaten our butties and smoked our fags. Now seriously we had to dig in our heels to get back home, the good thing was we had a set of wheels.

THE RELUCTANT TWITTERER AND THE FORCES OF UTUBIA The Reluctant Twitterer is a detective story which invites you to enter a mysterious fantasy world. Readers are caught up with characters struggling with age-old problems in their modern guise. How to distinguish what is real and what is imaginary? Has the internet been taken over by alien invaders from Utobia? Who can be trusted? How can a Snail called Albert help? Will the blog attract other helpers? Will The Reluctant Twitter be able to use Twitter to overcome the dark forces? And above all, how will it turn out in the end? The World is under stealthy attack from the forces of Utubia and their allies the Faceless Warriors. Only one person, known as The Reluctant Twitterer, can thwart their evil schemes. He believes he has a message that if transmitted virally could alert those people around the world whose minds remain their own. But the Utobians and their vile allies are already in thought-control over countless millions of unsuspecting earthlings. Governments have been infiltrated. No news-story can be relied on to tell the truth. Time is running out before the invading forces will claim total victory. Any message must not alert the Utobian Bots and the advance hunters of Faceless Warriors. The Reluctant Twitterer (RT) sets about his quest as cautiously as can...

I never thought that my life could get any worse but it wasn't getting any better.So i try to live my life to a certain extent,if i'm going to go out and have fun i try not to have to much fun because in someway,somehow something always goes wrong if there is a smile on my face and joy in my eye's.I'v learned to live like this for a very long time.18 years to be exact.18 years of heartbreak, heartache,disappointing,disappointment,yelling,crying,hoping to live another life,and so much more and still living this life day by day,and i just want to know how my life COULD be if i could change it..Could it be better?Could it be worse?Who knows.But this..this is my life and not even god could change it for me.

When I'd dried by cold dark hands of their guilt, they seemed to retain and retrieve what I had built, the harder I tried to satisfy the Gods of hidden justice, the more i seemed to sink below their depths, to hit and miss, I cried deep into the sockets of my thoughts where I knew only sorrow, I tried to find a hand to help or a shoulder to rest on but these things I couldn't borrow, So I sat in the hour of my shame, looking up to the clouds of condemnation and damnation, I could hear his angry breath, could sense his bitter agony, and I saw his rife indignation. Where could my feelings be hidden? In what place could the workings of my mind be concealed? These questions teased and tore at my soul, they ripped and spat at my pride until I would yield, Facing the rain and having to explain myself to the wind was the immediate punishment for my sin, Mere beggars and paupers above me now, even animals and wild beasts of the west would over me win. The blood stench lingered and danced around my conscience with ironic bliss and pleasure, I knew somewhere, somehow, someone was watching with that contentment of equal measure, The rotting vessel of life slowly crawled pathetically towards the dangerous inner circles of my head, to remind me of what I'd left behind and what I would leave behind was it's purpose and to find me dead...

At first I thought she’s the one Whom I could spend my whole life with, till I’m gone. She has all the qualities I’m looking for in a lady. She’s lovely, kind, and pretty. All in all, she’s comparable to no one, Because I do believe she’s second to none. When I first saw her, she’s just a little girly, I felt in love with her totally. Her smile, far more mysterious than Mona Lisa’s, Accompanied by the angelic-face she has, Captured my heart completely… And me overwhelmingly. For years, my feelings for her were just kept in secret. I’ve just been watching her grew up since then up to the present. All those years spent, I’ve already experienced varied emotions for her. I’ve felt heartbreaks and happiness, hopefulness and hopelessness all together. I guess that’s what we would usually get If we would just keep our feelings within the shadow beneath. Luckily, or unluckily for me, I’ve decided to set my feelings free. I told her about my feelings for her. Sadly, she just pretended as if she didn’t hear. Her silence, even if she didn’t say, Was a clear message for me – she doesn’t love me. Before, I used to think she’s really the one Whom I would spend my whole life with till I’m gone, But after what happened My thoughts were partially changed. Though I’m still hoping, but I already have doubts if she’s the one...

&& there she stood .. beneath the sparkling sky of night, seemed like every tear dropped down from her eyes has created a new star in her dark sky .. Thats the pain you face when you fall in love .. She bent down to catch a bunch of fallen spring leaves.. and every new leaf to fall seemed like another part of her heart .. Just like an electric shock, she felt it all over her body, in ever cell .. The echos of his words haunted her wherever she went .. and there he stood, watching her.. from far beyond the trees.. he saw the pain in her eyes but never could he speak .. She knew whats right, she knew whats wrong .. but never couldve figured out.. the insanity deep within, that sent her to her ground .. Her mind tells her what is right, yet her heart still wants the pain .. She slams the door of happiness, with a lack of sane.. and walk with confident steps into the fire realm.. Knowing she would burn, knowing she would break apart.. Yet having somewhat of a hope that it might one day rain .. thats the risk we take when we fall in love.. She saw the door of fire, yet saw the door of happiness.. She knew shed never make it, yet she took her step .. Yet he from far behind.. knew whats waiting beneath .. He knew the stars of universe.. would be as much as her tears.. He left his kingdom of happiness, and walked after her steps .. he layed there beneath her.. to catch her if she fell .. But though she knew its better, to fall right into his arms ....

deep as it may be, i am asleep... but my mind roams freely somewhere else i am too in love, too fixated you see my hands are reaching, with the sound of the toiling bells a fairy book tale, i wish it is... where i can be with you every night and day the trees and birds can tease but still enjoy the love that our hearts share i can reach and touch the clouds... i can put my heart in it for everyone too see my undying love and care that fills me around will i ever stop, no, i can't, with an afternoon tea i'll keep you in my heart, your love will brighten my grave...