Creative Writing Ideas, Storylines, Diamonds and Pearls

Shrinking faster into eternity, We act as though we know no fraternity, the dawn brings more bloodshed in it's cart, what say we who observe but don't practice the art? Night by night and day upon day, You sleep so soundly with wild breath at bay, But what if you were picked to lead the fight, would you not run for fear and fright. All is now hopeless, all is now lost, We cling to our comforts and don't count the cost, The commons and peers, clergymen and priests, Have tried and failed to exorcise our beasts. As the Sun rises in Asia and sets in our land, We can't try hard enough to produce our demand, Over land and sky and sky and sea, Will you be a dear and hand that card back to me? I see a road ahead a path that n'er has been trodden, No need to look down, no need to look sodden, For out there in the hedgerows, out there in the bush, Is the truth we all want to see we just have to push. Who are the people? I ask, surely it's us, But when did you ever see a cue without fuss, We linger for longer and sink in our shame, Till someone clicks and it's time to stop the game.

never was mother of the year or best mother in the world,but one thing i did know was i took care of my child and tried to give her everything she needed even if it ment giving her up so she can have a better life.I though as i sat inThe Bluedale Heights County Jail.Questions floated around in my head while i though about who i was gonna call to help me.To help my child,she was only ten years old i regret her seeing me act the way i acted,do the thingr i did,talk the way i talked.I started my life off wasteing it,i had been on my own since my mom had died when i was ten years old,all i could do was run the streets with my older brother Jaseson,what ever he did i had to do...or so i though.So when he started selling drugs for one of the citys well known Drug Dealers,of course i had to do it..only to keep up with Jase.I was loved among the dealers,only because i was twelve and jaseson was friends with Dime the top dog in the game,sitting in that cell thinking about Dime made me remember the first time i met Him.Being the age i was at the time i was too young to cell so i just had to help out where i could...mostly in the kitchen with a bunch of other women who found there way into the business an had been workin for Dime since before i was born.Dime was a tall light skin guy with long curly hair,a deep voice and he allways kept hisself clean with Armani Suits on sundays and blue jeans and a white tee on monday thru saturday...

A life of a Vicar is one I admire. With a collar so white And his simple attire. The ladies adore him They all flutter and froth. “He so understands me” That man of the cloth. If only my husband Could have such finesse. He plays darts once a week And wants sex even less. The Vicar’s so knowing, So handsome and true. Oh God let me have him, Before my mate Sue. I help out at church, And I ask for no fee. Just one look from my hero Sends me weak at the knee. Sue waltzes around him, In skirts far too short. She’ll go mad when I show her The one that I bought. He winked at me once As I glided close by. Sue mocked when I told her, “He had dust in his eye”. Just bitter and twisted, And jealous of me. I’ll show that old bag, Just you wait and see. I was arrested on Sunday, For what I can’t say. It was after the service, He’d asked me to stay. The excuse was some cleaning, But I read his mind. It was cassock removing, Before he went blind. He was knelt in the vestry, When I locked the door. And turned with a fright, When I laid on the floor. He cried “are you ill” As I lifted my skirt. “My God” Mrs. Watson, Was he starting to flirt? “Lay beside me” I said, “HELP HELP” he did cry. He rushed for the door, “It’s locked” I did sigh. “Please give me the key, Mrs. Watson I beg”. “It’s safe in my garter, At the top of my leg”...

An old man is telling the story of a haunted house to a new comer in the local town. He lets her in on four/five key familieys in the houses history - the haunting uses imagry and sutulty (sp) to get the point across. very stephen king inspired...started writting about 5 years ago only got as far as chapter 13 very stuck now!

Confusion, contemplation, and unsure confirmation. Past thoughts, tears in vain, and wounds still filled with pain. These were some of the obstacles you faced. of a fading heart that resides in a frozen place. A road where none tread too often. For there lay emotions that were choked before the heart softens. A solid steeled exterior with an almost absent soul. An empty existence with thoughts and feelings that were buried, whole. All explanation fell on deaf ears. All pleas to walk away, you dismissed as yesterday's fears. Stubbornly you chose to stay, and slowly pushed all mental reservations away. Love, an emotion long forgotten, spread its vines engulfing this frigid being. Thrust into your world, terrified, the only thought was that of fleeing. Then the frozen heart began to thaw, the sceptical mind slowly learning to trust. The mechanical existence no longer accumulating its rust. Now long gone are the days of lifeless existence. Standing by your side, my soul has traveled the distance. An existence, a life, a heart,a soul, thoughts and emotions, this is what I attained. But these now bind me to you and chained forever I shall remain. You have the power to destroy me, should you choose to ever let go. For now this being knows of no other but to love you so.

You may stare into my eyes and beg for me to stop. But will I? Maybe I'll wait until the last ounce of your blood drops? You can call me those names, and scream and shout, But no matter what happens, you shall not be let out. Call me a monster,evil, a demon of the night. But even I get caught I am going to hold onto you tight. You may call me vicious, nasty and cruel, But the truth of the matter is: your fear is my fuel. No insults will hurt me I have become immune, You can hope this will end, but it wont be over soon. You may stare into my eyes and beg me to stop. But will I? I have given this some thought, and i have decided not. By: Miranda Beard (dreamrunner)

I remember the night when the promanade burnt down And it lit up all of the stars We walked hand in hand, embedded footprints in the sand We saw raindrops splash amongst burnt out cars And then you asked me if we could dance Under the moonlit sky of Alexandra Park See our reflections off shopping trollies Floating in the reservoir I wish I that could be more romantic sometimes But I get so nervous when I look into your eyes And then I, simply fall apart This isn't Hollywood, this is barely Hollyoaks But it's a drama non the less It's like that scene where the guy gets so obscenely drunk That he just sits there and he fails to impress And then you asked me if I had an ounce of dignity left within my body I said I hold no regrets and I like drink to forget these times And all the things that I had done Let's spend some time together and waste away these days Hand in hand forever, we'll waste away these days.

“Savory Delights” Wintry snows blow strong. Fires kindle low. Magical flakes flow. Savory delights wait. Arms entwined as bodies meet. Kisses flow like molten fire. Nibbles spark. Passion calls. Romance dances. Our hearts beat. Our bodies listen. Juices beckoned. Yearnings grow. Christmas glow. Time stand still. Raptures flow.

It haunts me inside But i know i can overcome what i have done, to savior a fate that once had life for me and my friends. If we speak quietly, no one will ever know, not even me. But i don't listen, i just mold on to what they are feeling, and make my own interpretations of their cute daily routines.

Unfamiliar silence in the campus, just as wave after wave hits the shore and suddenly there is eerie stillness in the sea, just for the moment, before it all begins again. The hall rooms are empty with vacuous resonance; the corridors in the hostel blocks barren and exhausted, the canteen pungent, the huge library calm like a pond on a still winter morning, so serene and beautiful that a small disturbance would spread across the still surface of the pond undulating, frolicking and exuding the fresh beauty of the morning in every ebb and tide. The walls on the perimeter stand wasted, the massive structure in the middle of the amphitheater mockingly pursued its vigilance, the water cans laid near the dispenser defiant in purposelessness. The trees swayed, the hush-hush silence of the night apprehended the campus in its fist. Somewhere outside the campus, dogs prancing and dancing, somewhere lying deep in the night a swallow dipped its wings in water, somewhere a horse took to trot, but here inside the campus, everything is at a standstill. The atavistic nature of the term-1 holidays dragged the life out of every sharp feature of the buildings’ architecture; the whole campus now looks sloppy, boring and uneventful. The landscape from the balcony of the second floor no longer looks beautiful, the night that stealthily approached the campus stealing away a hilltop there and a field here no longer appealed to the artists in the campus...