Category: Creative Writing


  • Butterfly in the Shadows

    So beautiful, wings with heavenly patchwork fluttering to find the light,but alas the light is Satan’s insidious silver ring’s reflection of the boiling sun,Red and yellow torment of God’s omnipotence,of the torment of a helpless little larvaeinching its way to enlightenment, looking for Mama Mothso sad, enshrouded its thickening cocoon, should be safe and it

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  • Chapter 3: The Explanation

    Chapter 3: The Explanation

    Matthew and Madilyn were so confused. They were in danger? But how? The only thing they were in danger of is the zombie raids and the spiders they were getting chased by. “How are we in danger? We just got here!” shouted Matthew. Calm down!” yelled Madilyn.” “Okay, so, ‘Witch,’ how do you know that

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  • Chapter 2: Saving Taiyo

    Chapter 2: Saving Taiyo

    The next morning, Madilyn woke up early again, and was super shocked! She couldn’t believe her eyes. It was 4:00 in the morning. Madilyn checked under Taiyo’s, her’s, and Matthew’s bed. But there was no sign of Taiyo. She checked every where before waking up Matthew, inside the chest, at the garden they all plant,

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  • Chapter 4: Creating The Portal

    Chapter 4: Creating The Portal

    The Nether It was light and Matthew was running away from all the Nether mobs that were chasing him and all around him was all bright with loads of pools of lava. When Matthew got to a place where not as many mobs were, he found a place made of Nether bricks and two blocked

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  • Chapter 1: Zombie Raid

    Chapter 1: Zombie Raid

    The Forest Biome “Hurry!” cried Matthew.  “Grrr!” groaned the zombies. First of all, I am the narrator, and as I do in other books, I will just talk to you throughout this story. Okay. Matthew, Taiyo, and Madilyn are great friends who are fighting the zombies of infinity. The zombies earned this name because they

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  • the flux

    After reading Kerouac’s Dharma Bums and Thoreau’s Walden back in my high school days, I was suddenly struck with some sort of divine intervention, and this poem flowed forth on paper. I never wrote a poem before this, and I have yet to write a second one in my life. This poem is inspired by…

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