Culwenimos

Daily Prompt and its community have been my motivation to write each day. No matter how big or small, as long as I write, my imagination can be expressed. Now, it will live forever. Live in London UK. My favourite genres are Fantasy, LGBT and Poetry.

Culwenimos

The Perfect Murder

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As a mother, they expect me to be protective of my children. It’s the unconditional love that Mother Nature instilled into us. As abiding creatures, we fight, we survive as she wants us to. As is the balance of life. But when a predator enters my territory where my babies are, harmless and innocent, abide, then I will fight back. Nay, we fight back.

The winter winds blast us but we push through. ...

Crime

Cardboard Ship

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The water splashed hard against the surface. The ship was was solid. A tube-like shape that was strong against the formidable sea. The waves crashed so furiously against the sides that the impact caused torrents to fly and fall into the deep nether and huge bubbles formed. The shape was a submarine and it submerged and resurfaced until its walls crumbled and flattened.

Discovered. The plug was pu...

The 0as1s

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His pressed the top lip onto his tongue and felt the lack of moisture depressing. He had been walking for longer than he dared to remember. At first, he was with company who he deemed tolerable. A tour group which was everything you could imagine of tourists. Cameras, chatting loudly and inconsiderately. Sun hats and big backpacks.

He decided to take the path less trodden and now those steps that...

Mystery

The Clock Ticks

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As the morrow comes closer. My anticipation grows and as we chat more, it only seems logical that we click.

I'm both nervous and excited to see what this new friendship will bring. Now I watch the clock as it ticks and ticks and ticks....

Poetry

Opposite Poles

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“Oh hey!” Ty said as he bumped into Si at the entrance of the pub.

“Hello stranger. It’s been aaaaa-ges!” Si replied as arms hesitantly reached for an expected hug.

“Yeah it has!…” Ty responded, he started to fumble his keys in his pocket

“What brings you here?” Si continued.

“Oh, I’m meeting a friend and this pub was the one just about in the middle of us.

“Ah I see. How is that pole of yours?” S...

Farfetched Becomes Fetched

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This author knows the time. Where AI and robots are taking over the world. It’s so spot on when the time lapse of 20 years can see so much change. It’s so realistic to modern times.

The piece of writing hits the nail when it mentions the lack of people. This hits home so immensely as technology increases, humans have no use of other humans.

Robotic trash cans!? I have one! I know they are real. ...

Science fiction

Farfetched

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I step out and see a world changed. Metal sentients and floating crafts. Where is the world I remembered. Where are the people? I am barged by a robotic trash can.

“Look where you’re going mate.” It said.

I walk but am taken off my feet. No longer a pavement but a conveyor belt. I stumble and I fall. This world was not worth the wait, it did not wait for me.

I turn back at the prison I had just...

The Shooting Star

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Void.

Dissipating wonder.

The final flourish.

A dance between two.

Connecting creativity and craving closeness.

You soared as my eyes adored.

Sudden but welcome, you came into sight....

Poetry

Romance

Everypiece

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“Let us leave.” I said. The pain in my leg throbbed. We have suffered long enough with the stakes impaling our feet. A sick pleasure for those who owns us.

“Number 5, you are bright enough to know that we are here for a reason.” She, the green one, whispered into my ear.

“Look, I didn’t ask to be picked. None of us did.” I replied. “We were created. We were placed. Simple as that.

“Quit compla...

Everypiece Is Awesome

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“This job was going to be easy, they said”

They stood there in a staggering line, rigid and tense, as if waiting execution as prisoners of war. They were told that they should have pride in who they were. Sure, but is this what they imagined they’d be doing. Like zoo animals to be gawked at.

“All you have to do is stand, they said”

Their feet are practically nailed to the floor. Two spikes in e...