Future Authors of the world (A Creative Writing Group discussion

These are just a bunch of things I type up on my phone when they come into my head. Please no judging....


She drove down the desert road, not a person or car in sight as she put the petal to the metal. The sun shown brightly off her brown hair as the wind whipped through the convertible with the top down. The radio was jacked up high. The brunette patted her hand on the side of her door to the beat of the music. She closed her eyes and leaned her head abck, a smile on her face as the sun kissed her skin. Then she drove off the road and crashed. She was found dead in the wreckage, a smile on her face.



The wolf pads out of its den late at night. It stretches and looks to the sky as it hears the call of its brethren calling. The wolf hangs its head in sorrow before running through the forest to meet its fellow pack members. When the wolf reaches the clearing, all heads turn to look at the new comer. They make a path as the large wolf steps cautiusly into the circle its company has made. The wolf pads to the figure lying motionlessly in the night, sticking its nose in the silent wolfs neck fur before letting out a pitiful whine. *not again* the wolf thinks silently before raising its head into the sky as it howls out loudly, the pack following their alpha into a mournful song of death.



The alpha runs through the forest, skirting trees as his keen ears pick up the sound of his pursuer. He can hear the other, gaining ground as he pushed his legs faster with adrenaline as he heads into unknown territory. He is running through the rocky mountain side terrain as he sees a gap in his path. Surely only a strong alpha could make such a jump, so he speeds up as much as his tired body will allow and leaps, pushing with his hind legs as his front stretche out before him to land gracefully on the ground. He crouches down, catching his breath as he turns back in the direction he came from, intent on bragging about good breeding of an alpha doing its job when the very predator he has been trying to evade collides into his side. The two wrestle on the ground, rolling in a mass of growls and fur until the alpha is pinned/ "So, what was that about not having what it takes to best you?" The beta asks from her position over top of her mate. The alpha opens his jaws to lick his beta lovingly over the muzzle "Anything you say, my mate."


The figure walks through the wooded glen, looking left and right to view the beautiful colors that autumn has brought with it. He didnt feel the chill as a gentle wind blew around him, carrying brightly colored leaves twirling and twisting about. He reaches out his hand to catch a leaf, startling a bit at the tingling feeling he gets as the leaf passes right through his hand, as though it wasnt even there. "So," he murmurres to himself "I really am dead." The spirit then turns and walks away.

I love it!
Please continue to write more.

Alright heres some more. And again, please dont judge!

The man stood with a dagger in his right hand as his arm hung by his side, blade facing behind him. His chest was bare, displaying plains of smooth, tan skin and rippling muscles well he was clad in torn jeans and thick hiking boots. He had a mess of unruly blue hair set atop the mans head as his bright cyan eyes, sparkling with adrenaline, swiped the room searching for more oponents. His hands were drippling blood, the sticky substance was covering his torso and he had splatters of deep red on his face. The mysterious man was standing in the middle of an empty warehouse. Surrounding him were multiple bodies, torn bloody and mutilated as they ley in pools of their own cooling blood.

Thick darkness was spread out over the sky as the sun was pushed beneath the landscape far in the west and the moon took its rightful place high in the darkness. The stars were set sparingly, little dots giving off small sources of light. The night creaturs slowly and cautiously came out of hiding to hunt and play in their natural habitat. The crickets chirped and the wolves howled as the rare moon flower bloomed. When the flower stretched up towards the sky, the colors shown brightly with the light of the moon. The petals were a brilliant white with a thick strip of dark indigo and a thinner, smaller line of crimson up the middle of each petal. There were five and it stood as tall as a wolf pup and the petals were larger than, but almost the same shape, of a wild stallions ears, running free with its herd through a large grassy plain. And above all else, the Eagle soared.


It was a dark night full of evil as clouds covered the moon, blocking out its light and a thick eerie fog covered the ground. It was Halloween, the most powerful night of the year for supernaturals, and they were planning on taking that to their full advantage. The demons are taking on the forms of humans to wreak their specialty on the world. Heading to the clubs, the vampires are preparing to take their next victims. Witches are pulling out their couldrons and broom sticks, preparing their strongest spells and potions for the night ahead. Hiding out in the forests and woods are the werewolves, intent on growing their pack with curious, unsuspecting humans. Houses and homes are being swarmed by spirits and ghosts, hoping to exact revenge and cause havoc in the night to come. This is a night when everyone, girls and boys, young and old, should stay inside. Have salt around the preimeter of your house. Keep handy your guns with silver bullets. Prepare yourself with wooden stakes. Buckets of cold water should be within arms reach. And most of all, pray.

Here is another one for the Holiday!


This night, this one night of the year, all animals everywhere join together in peace and harmony. The rabbits and squirrels come out of their burrows, the wolves and foxes come from their dens and the deer and moose all meet in the large clearing of a forest. The birds of winter have even shown themselves to join on this night. There are no growls, no claws or teeth, no fear. Love is the only thing spread on this night of gathering. The birds start up a slow, peaceful song and the wolves join in their call. High up in the darkened sky one star stands out above all the rest, as it shines brightly to let all know its there. This is the one night of the year when the animals will actually sing to the sky, in honor of the night when their maker's son was born. This night is called many thing, but to us it's called Christmas.

Have a very Merry Christmas this year.

What does it mean when your alone at night and you cry? What does it mean when you feel like your lost and cant find your way? What does it mean when you feel like your being torn apart? What does it mean, when you lose something so close to you that you feel like you cant go on, but your forced to anyways? What does it mean when you tell a lie and break a promise, then do nothing to make it better? What does it mean when you hold back everything? What does it mean when all you do is ask questions? Will you ever get answers? Will Fate ever turn to you and ask "Life or Death?" Will you ever get the choice? WHat if you want Death, but you get Life? What should you do? Is there anything you can do? No, there isnt. All you can do is live on, in whatever way you can. And try to make the best of it.


Do you know what its like to live your life as something your not? Someone your not? TO have to lie to please people? To hide and bury your true self deep inside to be accepted by Society? By your family? By your friends? Now let me ask you this, have you found that place where you can be yourself? Where you can be free? Where people wont judge you and will accept you for who you are? If you ever find that place you will never want to leave. You will want to stay there forever where you will be loved and cared for, just for being yourself. What would happen if your family ever found out what was inside? Would they hate you? Disown you? Never speak to you again? Do you think you have it worse than others? Remeber this when you think Life is at an end, others will always have it worse.


I want to be free! Free from these chains and curses and ties and lies! I want to be able to do what I want, be what I want! I want to be able to sleep all day and party all night! I want to be able to speak how I want, walk how I want. I want to be able to take off and fly, without the fear of falling. To be able to run and smile and breath and laugh like I truly mean it! When was the last time you had a good life? The last time you just sat and thought about your life now and in the future and the past? People say it is best to leave the past behind you, but its not. Your past will follow you forever, you cant just forget it! Others will say to live life as it comes, in the here and now. But when you do that everything falls apart; past, present and future will come to haunt you. More still will look at the future and what could happen, and they live their lives according to what they see. But then you know everything, you know what will come and you'll be scared. So truly, there is no way to live. Not at all.

Here is another one, Tell me if you think I should write it into a whole story for fictionpress.net!


The captain of the Bleeding Daggers, known as Wolf for his swift way of fighting, his agility and tactics, stood hanging on the rattails with a rope in one hand. His first mate was cunning and graceful, yet very dangerous, known as Panther. He was dressed in black trousers underneath a pair of black boots with a red silk sash around his waist. He had on a white, billowing tunic tucked into his pants as a magnificent black great coat fluttered in the wind behind him, the red silk lining coming to life in the sun. His dark brown hair was slicked back over his head, with just a few stubborn strands hanging down in front of his face. The captain had lightly tanned skin and stunningly deep blue eyes that could entrance people for hours. He watched from his perch as the helmsman steered the Bleeding Daggers up next to the enemy ship. Wolf watched as his crew invaded the other Navy vessel using planks and ropes to get from one ship to the other. Only when the captain was certain the Navy crew was thoroughly distracted, did he take his leave and swing down into the middle of the fray. He wove and maneuvered his way through the fighting to reach the captain’s Cabin. He put his hand on the knob and was thankful it was unlocked and he pushed his way inside, closing the door behind himself. Wolf’s blue eyes scanned the room and made out only one occupant, a figure tied to a chair. As he neared the chair he took in the woman with her long, wavy black hair fanning out across her shoulders and down the back of the chair. She had skin tanned in a way that could only be from years of working at sea. The women suddenly turned towards him and her defiant, stormy grey eyes grew large and only then did Wolf see the gag her full lips were wrapped around. She was quite beautiful, wearing a large white sash across her chest and up over one shoulder that exposed her midriff. She had on brown pants that hugged her long legs like a second skin and the same brown boots with white designs coming up to her knees. Wolf smiled as he walked forward and knelt behind her, pulling a small dagger from his sash to cut the women free of her bonds. Once her hands were free they went straight to her mouth and tore the gag off, watching as Wolf untied her legs and stood, taking a few steps back as he watched her. The woman looked his in the eyes with her mouth parted as she breathed “…Taicho…” softly. She then stood and crossed the space between them eagerly before shooting out her hand to smack Wolf behind the head. “Baka!” she accused as Wolf gave her a bewildered look and brought his hand to his injured head “I told you not to come get me! I would have been fine! What if something had happened to the crew or the ship? What if they had been prepared and waiting for you?! What if you had been hurt-“She was cut off as Wolf crushed his capped lips to her smooth ones and Panther all but melted into him. Wolf wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer to him, crushing their bodies together. Panther wove her fingers through his hair and tilted her head to have a better angle. The kiss was gentle, yet filled with passion and their emotions were passed to each other as their tongues tangled. When the captain broke the kiss, the first mate was left panting slightly and Wolf asked “Better?” Panther scowled but couldn’t help the small tug on the corners of her lips as she fought her smile and replied “No, I’m not. You try being tuck bound and gagged while a whole crew drools over you, whilst only the captain was allowed to touch his precious treasure. The pirate captain was chuckling over her words before frowning as his eyes went cold and hard, his grip tightening on the first mate. Panther smirked “Oh, possessive much? Don’t worry, he didn’t go too far. But…” she trailed off, forcing Wolf to look at her face “I’m the one who gets to kill him.” She said before pushing away and started to search the room. “Now where is my sword, the only blood I’ve had on myself for a week has been my own. I need to kill something before I commit a bloody massacre!” she yelled from across the room. The captain spoke “But you’re going to do that anyway…” and he added in his mind “And that’s why I love you.”