Murky Stories

Not Some everyday poem

Rayless Tomorrow Series #3 The Murky Ambient //Can she still be able to see light? Even though she's surrounded with the murky ambient// *-*-*-*-* In her whole life, no one is on her side in her every downfalls, suffering, enduring, struggles, failures, mistake, trials and pain. Well maybe except for her 7 year old son and her elder brother. She only wishes to be happy, to know what is happiness, and to feel happiness but happiness hate her and doesn't want to be with her. She's leaving with her merciless, pervert, badass, asshole, and shit father who only think about his self and with her crazy, bitch, slut, whore and demonic mother who only think about her happiness. She only hope that someday she can see light in her murky ambient. And then It happens, she meet this hot Greek god doctor in a situation where she needs someone to rely on. She grab his the time she saw him and hug him without his consent, she doesn't even care who this man is. All she does to cry in his chest and rely on his arms. Then she is already at ease, she look at his face, memorize it and leave him confused. Then days after days, they meet again and maybe, can this man could be the light in her murky ambient?

A collection of poems about my thoughts and feelings

I've always been afraid of the ocean, yet I'm constantly drawn back to it. Why? Made as part of the #WelcomeToTheBlumhouse contest.

Have you forgotten, the day you said I'm important, your priority, the one you need and your life?

a collection of poems

It was a cold December and Auggie and Jess had just arrived at a bunker near the woods in North Carolina, it was a boring Saturday night until...something unexpected happened, what they thought would be a boring, ordinary trip to visit their grandparents turned into a nightmare!

A short story about a storm-ridden town, with a gory and brutal fate.

This is what I did because I have a lot of thoughts coming in out out of my head all the time. I organized them by putting all of them into groups. "Thoughts", my normal thinking pattern of brain-work, "truth", the thoughts I have about Jesus and life, and "imagination", my different, random, and creative thoughts. So enjoy the poetry, God bless.≧◉◡◉≦ Thanks for all the reads. ;) I would really appreciate the support so please don't forget to comment all feedback and vote once you have finished reading! Follow me to keep updated with this book, as well! Thanks so much!! ≧'◡'≦

Simple sketch prompt that I turned into a set of writing prompts. Enjoy! Prompts include: Garden, eyes, pancake, pattern, pond, mischief, murky, longing, sometimes, scalded, hands, connection, moth, and pumpkin. Read on to see how I use these words in my stories!

"Arthur?  Arthur?  Are you there?" I whispered tentatively, holding the oil wick lantern close to the surface of the water, searching for any sign of him. From his black felt cap to his red jacket, I was knee-high, paddling through the swampy waters, intensely searching for him.   I hoped that he was fooling around, and not somewhere, drowned.   However, it was silent. No sound was made to indicate his presence. That was when I knew I was treading dangerously in murky waters. 

"ʜᴇᴀᴅꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴅɪᴠᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ꜱᴏʀʀᴏᴡꜰᴜʟ ᴍɪᴅɴɪɢʜᴛ- ʙᴜʀᴅᴇɴᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴀ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴘʟɪɢʜᴛ; ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍꜱ ꜰᴀᴅɪɴɢ ꜰᴀʀ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴀʟᴏɴɢꜱɪᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛ- ꜱᴏ ᴇʟᴏQᴜᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴅɪᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ɪɴᴠɪᴛᴇ." -- A poem.

In the murky depths, a diver encounters a chained, mask-wearing figure standing upright on the lakebed. Though lifeless in appearance, its gaze shifts toward him, revealing it is not a relic, but a sentinel that waits.