I like to write here and there when I am bored. How about you guys do you; enjoy it, totally dislike it, don't think much of it, etc? I am interested to know.

Wrote this in 10 minutes. I am writing a short story and I would like to ask you all if this is a good start to things. Also feel free to post your writing here too, I would gladly read read it and give you some feedback.

*WARNING* Intro to the story is pretty depressing.

The glistening flames waver as I walk through them. The fire repels out of my way. I look across the desolate dark field looking for any source of life. Nothing moves... The regret sinks into this post apocalyptic world as I fall to my knees. Not a trace of my family is left, nothing to bury, nothing to hold – gone... Looking out at the rising sun, raging, resentful, and riled, I curse under my breath. My heart fills with revenge. My eyes start to water. I just want to yell, but I know it won't bring back the departed. I slowly get up, fist clenched, insanity sinking in. I start running in a random direction, hoping to get away from here. Stumbling over my own legs and tears I run – till I can't run anymore. I finally fall, my mind starts going blank. My parched throat seems to be filled with sand. It hurts to swallow. My eyes fading, I see the shadow of a figure standing over me with a frown of disapproval. I black out...

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Bravo! I'm a writer myself, not so much as I used to be though. Not after I quit The Holders Series, which I used to write for. I started searching for another place to write for but after a while I just sort of gave up. But it's good to see other writers out there! Here's one of a dream I had that I submitted to the video makers of 'Shadow'. A surreal recreation of someone's nightmare. Nonetheless, here is my submission that I hope is accepted in their next video:

Spoiler

Long ago I had this dream. To this day I still remember so clearly. In this dream there was a prison. On the outside was my ideal of paradise, of heaven. The clouds were up in the air. The sun was shining over a small village containing my heart's desires. The denizens were composed of my friends, my family and of various characters I've come to know in my life. I remember the perfect breeze over this settlement. Soaring over the skies looking down on it. But I was not on the outside. I was locked behind bars inside the prison.

I remember gazing outside my cell window. Sadly moving my hand down across the the bars barricading me from my paradise. The inside of this prison was Hell. Not as you would imagine. Every nightmare and horror long locked away from my life rested here. In silence. In patience. Every villain and every sinister shadow I've kept buried for years was here waiting. I remember how they looked at me. How they hated me. I may have forgotten them such a long time ago but they have yet to have forgotten me.

They would claw and scream at me. They told me that they would always be here. Always watching me. Never to leave. They would describe to me in the most brutal of ways of what they wanted to do to me. In their eyes told the worst of it. For they reeked nothing but utter hatred. All of it because of me. Even the most infantile of monsters would rise to full extent. Lashing out gruesome spiels of how it used to terrorize my childhood. How they would laugh and taunt me. Accusing me of things I haven't done. They said all they've ever wanted was for my death and my misery. And if it weren't for those chains, they would've gotten it.

I knew somewhere deep below in this Godforsaken prison rested my deepest darkest greatest fear of all. And I could feel it moving through the cracks of the floors and through the vents. We were a long ways apart. But we both knew we were here. I had some sense in this dream. Knowing the risks of what may happen if I went to it. So I avoided it as much as I could. Yet I felt another energy. A moving one. One that was neither my greatest fear; nor was it myself. I felt it draw closer. As it did the lights down the corridor began to slowly dim its way. I took refuge inside a landaury room. I quickly hopped inside of a basket and took a peak of what it could be.

What I saw was no monster of imagination. But a demon. It stood easily at about seven feet. It's shadowy body appeared quite humanoid. It had a thick, scaly black skin that seemed to radiate darkness all around it. It contained a serpentine tail and tongue, and its eyes were composed of burning coals. I knew what it wanted. It wanted me. Just like the rest of them. Only this one was free to do as it pleased. I heard if scampering around with an unearthly speed. This creature was able to move in ways we can't. I quickly hopped out of the basket. That's when I realized what the dryer and washer machines weren't actually dryer and washer machines. Instead, they were large vaults.

Much like the ones you would see at a bank. In each vault contained a dream. One I've already been through. Some from my childhood. Others were quite recent. It suddenly occurred to me why I felt déjà vu inside my dreams. I then heard the creature draw closer again. Much closer. I opened the vault. Then I stepped inside.

The End

Edit: Also, welcome to the community!  

**** yes, I like writing. I'm not the best at it, but I suppose FiMFiction says I was okay. Got some pretty decent ratings on fanfictions I posted there. Here's a little something I wrote a month or so ago, and have abandoned. I'm trying to pick it back up again, but as of now, my writing skill is nonexistent.






Transcend


The sword flourishes, as though painting with blood.

“Master Lito!” An archer stumbled forward towards the fallen swordsman, vulnerable in the midst of the Noxian invasion. His own blood stained the ground, leaking from the impalement of a stray arrow. Embedded firmly in his neck, the archer knew his death was sealed. The arrow’s tip and length had been painted a dark red, appearing almost black despite the sun’s ember glow, laced with smoke of the fires.

“Medic!” he cried frantically, in hope for the most fleeting consolation. Few swordsmen in the rear line turned and abandoned their position to witness the catastrophe. From the distance, an Ionian donning silver and red armor sprinted through the bloodied battlefield, tripping over the bodies that littered the ground.

Ionia shall not fall.

The voices were drowned, his vision darker than black. He promptly felt the fading sensation of a medic’s arcane energy course through him, in an attempt to surge life through his inanimate body… Was it? Perhaps it was a simple spell, maybe even Noxian execution magic. It felt nice. Serene.

His body shivered, longing for a quick release.

Lito wistfully smiled, the corners of darkness creeping in on his vision. The weak magic sensations were distant, ceased, leaving him at peace. With one final concentration of magic, he brought his unique, four-bladed weapon to him and faintly soared it inches above his bloodied chest. Drawing in his final breath, he choked out one last word to the soldiers around him, barely audible in the roar of battle.

“Irelia.”

Justice guides us, and I will not falter. Ionia shall not fall. True will cannot be defeated.

I am Irelia, the Will of the Blades.


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Chapter 1
Inheritance

She gathered her innate magic, forging two spirit blades on either side of her dark hair, glistening in the immersion of sunlight. With a seemingly effortless command, the two blades surged forward with sharp precision, stabbing into the tree with such force it cleared through the thick oak. With a grin of self-satisfaction, she summoned four blades and repeated the exercise, this time ensuring not to penetrate the tree completely. With a yawn, she slumped into the makeshift chair of a tree trunk and let her head fall back, eyes leveled at the clear sky with a sigh.

Today was a rather pleasant day for those of Ionia, in contrast to the Noxian invasions which have been occurring rather frequently. She, as well as every other young Ionian had wished them over, as they knew their time was to come sooner or later. The time in which every Ionian is required to serve in the military for a minimum of three years, notwithstanding their usual fervency of retaining the natural, organic world and ridding it of the human poison which no antidotes exist for: war and conflict. She had her own reasons to bring the war to a standstill. Her own personal reasons to end the war. The war that had taken her father’s life.

Picking herself up out of anger and fear, she abruptly shaped two spirit blades and cast them in reverse directions to transect at the base of the oak tree. Dissolving them once more, she walked away from the tree, towards the hut. Shortly after she stormed through the door, the tree collapsed and crashed to the ground, emitting an ear-splitting roar.

Not long after she sat down, her brother entered through the front door, two paper bags in his arms. She looked up to face him, and then looked back at the ground, fleeting memories of her father’s inhumane death not four days ago passing through her mind. She was never the same, and she never would be.

//And that's where I stopped a month back. Going to try to finish this again, maybe make a new thread for it if I like it.
//Also, your writing you've shown us is pretty good. It's a promising start to flourish into a short story if you decide to do so.  

Posted by Blueh

Edit: Also, welcome to the community!

Thank you for the gracious welcoming! I enjoyed your story quite a bit, the elaborations on top of elaborations made it very detailed and very imaginable.

Talon, I enjoyed your writing. I also had a bit of a laugh because I knew the whole scheme of things. You always were good at fan fiction. League of Legends is the best!  

Oh that's right, I had you read some of my pony fanfiction LOL

I was good back then.  

Posted by Talon

Oh that's right, I had you read some of my pony fanfiction LOL

I was good back then.

Haha I remember that I felt awkward reading it because I don't enjoy MLP as a show, but your writing was good.  

I started writing this, but I gradually let off in continuing it. It isn't my best, but I believe it is worth sharing.

P.S It is supposed to be a manga/anime style of writing.


Chapter 1: The Beginning

"Do your best", I repeated over and over to myself as I walked down the stairs toward the sound of sizzling sausages and a mother who's eyes were just as excited as mine. My father on the other hand as dull as ever eating his toast and bacon with the slightest grin. I finish my breakfast that consisted of eggs, bacon, and toast and head for the door. I breathe in the fresh air of this suburban area and start walking toward my new school. The walk seemed over in minutes, it was probably because I was looking around taking in everything I saw. The yellow marigolds were in full bloom, the bushes were bustling, and the day seemed perfect. As I arrive at the school the wind picks up blowing my long brunette hair into the wavering wind. The school itself seemed new and refreshing, and brought on a cool safe feeling. As I make my way toward the main hallways I am greeted by smiling faces and a banner that reads, "Welcome Freshman to Suzuya Academy!".

Chapter 2: School

I walk into the hall and it immediately resembles Grand Central Station, people scurry to their classes or locker, however some are just pacing back and forth hoping to rid themselves of the anxiety of there first day. I walk through the hall looking into each student filled room wondering which ones are mine. I open my backpack to find the slip where I had all my classes written. At that moment I am bumped and my things fall to the newly waxed floor.
"Sorry", said a joking voice from behind, "Let me help you pick it up." I turn to see who it is, but he is already gone and replaced with a pile of my stuff stacked on the floor. I look around wondering who he was wanting to thank him, but he is no where to be seen. At that moment the bell rings and I have to rush to class. I have an upperclassmen point me in the right direction and went off toward my first class of the day, science.  

Hey hey! More writers . Where have all of y'all been all my life?  

Posted by Blueh

Hey hey! More writers . Where have all of y'all been all my life?

Well I just joined today, but I am sure there have always been writers here.


Christina, I wrote something like that a weeks ago. Your story has that bit of realism that is just refreshing. Thank you for your post.  

I write every now and then, dinosaurs and Bel-Air are fun.  

I was good at writing, but I never enjoyed it.  

I only really enjoy writing if I get to write my own stories an be creative about it, but I dont really consider myself good at writing. I've always hated school essays though.  

I have a deep hatred for writing, but I did enjoy writing for my school's newspaper, ermm not that I only did that for the free Miranda and Pepsi drinks we got.  

Zzzzzz...  

I love writing. I'm decent, I guess, but I don't really like to share it all that much.