Frog Moss

An aspiring author looking for a way to improve their own writing skills :)

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Frog Moss

An aspiring author looking for a way to improve their own writing skills :)

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Warmth

Frog Moss

1 min read

The sun shines down on my skin, warming every inch of my being. This warmth was special, it didn’t feel artificial. I took a moment, to just stand there in the warm embrace of the sun. Let it spread its light throughout every fiber of my being.

The grass at my feet flowed gently with the breeze. Tickling my ears with the soft sound of nature. I began running, allowing the wind to carry me through...

I’ll Catch You

Frog Moss

1 min read

A dark void. Then suddenly, blinding white. As the light dimmed, I began to take in my new surroundings.

A towering city scape, the buildings impossibly tall. Roads going for miles in each directions, skyscrapers walling in every inch of the street. Completely devoid of cars, people, and any other sign of humanity. Just me and the endlessness of this concrete jungle.

But the star of the show wou...

Horror

Science fiction

Consistency

Frog Moss

1 min read

Every day seems the same,

An endless monotony,

The sun rises,

The sun sets.

In the time between,

Nothing ever changes,

Things may feel different,

But it’s all the same.

Breaking the cycle is hard,

Most people would rather not,

People like consistency,

People like knowing what comes next.

But life doesn’t have to be consistent,

It can be wild and free,

Every day doesn’t have to be the same,

But ...

Poetry

Through The Cracks

Frog Moss

1 min read

Gray from horizon to horizon. A stone ground peppered with cracks and with dust. The harsh grays of the floor seeming to fight the bright hopeful blues of the sky right above. The ground exists in parallel to the sky. Clumps of rocks forming crude imitations of the clouds high above. Reflections in puddles hoping to capture even a fraction of the light of the bright, burning sun.

The sky lets it’...

Day And Night

Frog Moss

1 min read

Night brings about certain feelings,

Feelings of peace and of calm,

Calm as the sea fore a storm,

Storm as a term for the day.

Day is a restless time,

Time which is spent being busy,

Busy with work and with life,

Life which never stops moving.

Moving as the sun across the sky,

Sky is both light and dark,

Dark in the time of the night,

Night is when life can rest.

Rest in the peace and the quiet...

Poetry

How It Ends

Frog Moss

3 min read

I awoke with a start, out of the warm embrace of my sleeping bag into the cold darkness of the night. The gentle fabric of my shirt sticking to the sweat dripping down by back.

A voice called out from the night, “Hey hon, you feeling alright? You were freaking out again.”

“Yea, I-I’m sorry, I’m okay. I didn’t wake you up, did I?” I responded sheepishly.

“Oh, please don’t worry about that, I had...

Horror

Romance

The Forest Of Lights

Frog Moss

2 min read

A young boy ventures deep into a frozen forest. Snow and ice piled up against the endless sea of trees. The blues and greens of the needles covering the deep dark expanse of the night sky above. The ground, a sheet of fresh white, illuminated only by what little amount of moonlight manages to seep through.

The boy’s destination is a small clearing in the middle of the wood, where the sky opens up...

Fantasy

The Feeling Of Nothing

Frog Moss

1 min read

When you don’t have anything else, darkness is quick to become your friend. Devoid of all of my senses, I had no idea just how large, or how small the room I’d found myself in was. My only assurance that I still even existed being the feeling of my feet on the floor, nothing to hear, nothing to smell, nothing to see. I couldn’t even see my own hand in front of my face if I wanted to.

I tried walk...

Horror

The Pain In Truth

Frog Moss

1 min read

It’s easier to tell someone the truth when you can’t see their face.

The sorrow in their eyes, the disappointment on their lips.

Every subtle, subconscious change in their features conveying all of their hidden emotions.

We all find ways to avoid the resulting confrontation.

Any way to escape falling into their looming, piercing gaze.

Staring at their feet, or looking to the wall just behind the...

Poetry