Darkness all around me. I cannot see yet I know my eyes are open. My body limp on a cold hard surface, jagged ends push against me. Move, I must move but I cannot. So tired, so cold. Where am I? Who am I? I wait longer for my eyes to adjust, nothing
Creative Writing's
Welcome to the creative page where book ideas and more come to life.
Here you will find excerpt’s from my book “A Fight for a Fallen Empire” and other creative concepts that I am working on.
Not just my work.
I hope to post others interesting creative designs. So if you would like to post on here please contact me.
The vast spire of the academy building pointed towards the sky, the smooth surfaces twisting down rapidly becoming more uneven. Bulges bubbled up from the metal as the tower met the roots. Roots that entwined into the outer wall and the earth beneath. From a distance it looked like
Iteroah was wearing a grass green and purple robe, embroidered with striking rich patterns that seemed to flow out from the pendant around his neck. This pendant held the shape of the academy symbol, how Uthra had come to understand this shape he did not know. Dark short hair
Darkness all around me. I cannot see yet I know my eyes are open. My body limp on a cold hard surface, jagged ends push against me. Move, I must move but I cannot. So tired, so cold. Where am I? Who am I? I wait longer for my