Tommyeatsdonuts
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Writing Examples
Fantasy Narrative
The sky was filled with white, puffy clouds, periodically giving shelter to the harsh sunlight. The vast open Breezle Sea remained eerily calm as it flowed around the many islands in the vicinity. The Sea was filled with various sizes and shapes of ships filled with sailors looking for adventure, wealth, influence, and sometimes a good place to rest. This was normal, as people were constantly and consistently discovering new islands and treasures everyday, giving hope to the many crews of the Sea. One of these newer islands was called Skulldeep Island, a somber name for a somber place. This small island was covered with gray, pointy rocks that towered over the sand, and only had one distinguished landmark, a cave opening near the center that led to an untold treasure. But right now, we see not a treasure, but a treasure chest being carried by a small band of mercenaries that were holding off a grouping of skeletons and other strange undead monsters.
The pirate crew sliced their curved swords towards these evil monsters, finding purchase on hard bones and loose flesh. The blows they were dealing were breaking parts of the figures, but they continued their pursuit towards them to reclaim the chest they had taken from their tomb. The chest in question was being carried by one of their fearless leaders, Robert Griffon, a silver fox with a stocky build, who was trying to knock some of the skeletons to the side by hitting them with the bread box sized chest. As one of the zombies tried to make a lash at him, a quick slice of a blade cleanly dismembered the creature, which looked towards the source of the swish. Rearing back to kick the zombie back from the crew, was the other captain and wife of Robert, Valeria Griffon, who showed off her youthful style in her fighting, despite showing some aging through her graying hair and tiny amount of wrinkles on her stressed face.
Valeria laughed at the air, making some crew members sighed in response as they continued their way up and towards the beach where their tender so they could return to their ship, The Last Serenade. The crew proved too skillful in their dodging and overpowered the undead pursuers as they secured today’s treasure haul. As they approached the beached boat, Robert tossed the chest to safety and returned to the frontline to keep his crew safe from the monsters. He was joined by his partner, and they started to pick off the remaining monsters one by one, calling out kills as if they were points to a game they were playing with each other. The rest of the crew boarded the boat and started to set off without the co-captains, but as they made it a few feet into the deeper water, the fearless captains quickly retreated away from the monsters and swam slowly to the tender, where it sat and waited for them. They were helped aboard and the two looked at each other, heavily breathing, and laughed with adrenaline filling their veins. The rest of the crew either smiled or sighed, as they made their way back to the ship.Fiction Narrative
The cold breeze rushed over the suburban houses, all of which were carefully designed to give the owners a sense of individuality. The large singular trees’ naked branches clattered together throughout the neighborhood. The streets were newly fixed after the minivans and CRV’s slowly made potholes and other pavement injuries throughout the short amount of years since the neighborhood was first constructed in 2002. One may occasionally see someone taking their large dog for walk, a common type of pet for the inhabitants here due to the large yards each of the houses have. Our “hero” is currently not on a walk, but rather a drive, something of which he and many other teenagers and young adults partake in due the slow and monotonous nature of the suburbs.
He drives his car through the neighborhood streets, driving past homes filled with rich memories that he couldn’t be bothered to think or care about. He reaches the end of the neighborhood, entering a road that separates the stereotypical looking suburbs and the neighborhood where each house is separated by a large cluster of tall elm trees. People he knew that lived on the other side of this street were called “less fortunate” but were very hardworking and loved the wilderness. The man was from the suburban neighborhood and did not like the wilderness, which was fine since he never had to traverse it for his drives to and from work. He continued his way down the street, letting his focus be on driving and not the separation of worlds he was on.
The man drove down the silent road and reached the point where residential living stopped and commercial buildings began. He hit an intersection where older houses rested on one side and a gas station and McDonalds combination were on the other. The gas station was run down and the McDonalds sat empty of customers, people usually going through the drive through since it is quicker and technically cleaner. The man continued his way past the intersection, noting the whiplash of smells going from the neighborhood's faint tree and flower smell to cheaply made burgers and oil. He thinks about the many memories he has of hanging out in this parking lot late at night, and how many similar memories total strangers must have.
His drive led him to the main road of his hometown, the road that housed so many places of businesses, including his own. The road was filled with a variety of cars and trucks that were either trying to get home after their work day or going shopping for the holidays. The man sighed as he entered traffic, knowing it was either this or hanging around his house all night. He slowly drove past the stores and restaurants that he had been to many times before and had grown bored of them. During high school, he saw the new places being put in as a spectacle, but now saw them as a nuisance for driving places. The shine of the business windows and traffic lights illuminated the street in a way that felt as if there was more going on in this town, but the man knew better. He felt trapped in this long town of old memories.
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