Some of my creative writing👁️👄👁️👍

Story 1

Hi! This is my first short story EVER and I'm very proud of it I wrote it for a creative writing club:). Small content warring for people who get uncomfortable with the word breast. 

The Hatching

(Gorege Orwell's Gravity's Rainbow stolen lines quick write prompt)

Inspo from: Willam Butler Yeats's Hosting of the shide, melanie martinez

"A screaming comes across the sky. It has happened before but there is nothing to compare it to now." The screaming lasts for hours on end, sung in a terrifyingly gorgeous melody of crying and laughter.

The garden sat still as a mouse, strung with a thick fog. Milky clear silk eggs sat quietly in the garden resting in an unsettling silence. If you yourself were standing in the garden you could feel the silence drowning you sucking the breath from you lungs in fear of breaking the threshold that kept this garden away from the rest of the world. The slight cracks on the eggs invisible to the eyes. Then with the violence equivalent of America dropping the first atomic bomb on Hiroshima, the garden imploded with the light of a white dwarf about to die as the eggs shattered into hundreds upon hundreds of specks made from stardust. As the dust cleared several winged figures rise from the earth there four eyes blinking curiously, there pointed ears twitching, there heads swing side to side as they help other of the creatures rise. Then as if in a trance they stumble towards the apple tree that sat in the center of the garden. There waiting for them is a fairy circle sprouting with glorious deep red mushrooms, A small bonfire dancing in the darkness growing higher every minute. Taking each other's hands they start to dance around inside the. Their hair wild and unbound,their breast heaving,their light pink skin covered in dirt, their four glowing blue eyes a gleam. Then the screaming starts. The screaming lasts for hours on end, sung in a terrifyingly gorgeous melody of crying and laughter. Eventually the screaming stops, and the creatures wander away hand in hand, skipping joyfully like the little children towns over, there birthing over.