Heartbreak, proposals, excitement and fear. Sara takes us on a fascinating journey across the floors and corridors of a hotel and gives us glimpses into the rooms.
All tagged creative writing
The Ritual
It was almost time. Their arms were raised high towards the stormy sky, the language of the ancients spilling from their lips in a dark murmur. The temple, long since abandoned, rumbled around them.
The Artist
The cursor on the screen blinked at him tauntingly for the third night in a row. He couldn't think of a single verse, line, or word to write. Each time he tried his mind would go as blank as the page in front of him.
Reflections
“I’m lost. I’m lost in a maze of my own making. It is deeply familiar, yet I do not know it at all. Maybe I am destined to roam this vast unknown for eternity. Have my stars led me astray?”
An Ode to a Stranger
“I am watching everything in front of me, noting one thing after another in my mind, for no particular reason. Nothing has truly caught my eye, though many familiar faces have gone by this window. And then… then I see you.”
To Write is To Love
“You are good! Just relax and write what comes to your mind!” say they. How am I supposed to write from my mind when it is currently calmer than the last hour of the day?
Letter to a Loved One
I cry about you like that these days. I love you, and I cry about you. Don’t feel bad, though. Anything is worth your love.
Permafrost
Freezing,
everything around us has been buried under the softness,
the delicateness of longing for endless summers
For the memories of light, warm touches under the Sun
Frostbite
The icy wind and low temperatures of winter may seem like they’re trying freeze you in your place. The cold air may even feel like it’s following you and attacking you whenever it can. But that’s probably just my imagination… or is it?
Kibble for Christmas
I have been staring at them ever since I moved here some time ago, and I still don't have them figured out. I stare at them from across the room, from around the corner, from underneath the chair they're sitting on and, my favourite, from secret hiding places.