Hey there, please excuse grammar and spelling errors in my writing and the occasional odd choice of words. I am not a native speaker, but I am doing my best. Hope you enjoy my little (unedited) writing exercises!
Hey there, please excuse grammar and spelling errors in my writing and the occasional odd choice of words. I am not a native speaker, but I am doing my best. Hope you enjoy my little (unedited) writing exercises!
The key they had given me still fit the lock, but the house no longer felt like home…
The walls and roof were still the same. The baby blue outer wall had faded a bit and looked more like the sky covered by those misty clouds up high and the red rooftiles were partly covered by moss and not as shiny as they used to, but it was easy to imagine what the house look like all those years ago.
The door...
Jane knew what she was getting into. It was a deliberate decision. One last heist. The riskiest one yet, and the one with the most profit. After this she would be set for life. Nevertheless did it turn out harder than she anticipated.
She and Felix have done heists together since they were old enough to walk. First, they were small childish things. Stealing something from their parents or sibling...
(This story is about a character I play in a Spire Campaign. If you want to know more about the setting, please google the TTRPG Spire. When creating him, I also took more freedoms than were intended by the rules, with the approval of my fellow players and GM of cause.)
The bar was fuller than usual. People bustling around, drinking, playing games, having fun. Unusual for a bar in Red Row, but no...
Mirrors never quite worked for me.
As a child, they were always empty, just showing the room behind me without me in it. I took a while to understand what mirrors are actually meant to do. Adults and other children would tease me because the way I wore my hair and dressed myself was never how it was supposed to be. And how could it if I never knew what I looked like?
Only when one child befriended...
Slowly, carefully, Hector walks along the narrow path, leading his horse Carrot behind him. Originally he was riding her, but when the mist started, Carrot stopped and he couldn‘t get her to continue no matter what he tried. Something about the mist must scare her. Only by walking in front, pulling her on the lead, and offering her a piece of carrot, her favorite snack, was he able to trick her in...
There is this „game“that my friends and I play. It is a bit like Secret Santa, just not only for Christmas and with a few additional rules. It goes like this: Buy an item for one person in the group. You must pay no less than 5$ and no more than 10$. You are not allowed to think about it. Buy the first thing and draw your attention to it. It must be from a store that isn’t a chain, so small local ...