Creator Stories Novels & Stories

I feel a little hesitant to tell my story, but I know that it was necessary, so I take a deep breath and release an audible sigh before I begin. It happened two centuries ago, but memories were still fresh in my mind as if it was only yesterday. Flashback two centuries ago... Have you heard about the creators? They are the highest beings, the God of all gods, and the most powerful vital force ever existed. They are also known as the Light and Darkness we cannot see, but we know it was there. They are the exact opposite and are said to be rivals, but one cannot exist without the other. Some say that they are just myths, created by religious groups that wanted to believe in something to give t

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The others were confused about what was happening. Cian simply smiled. "There's so much you guys don't know. The drawings on the wall depict a battle between immortals and the Creator." "The Creator? Who's that? "Stop beating around the bush, Cian." "Exactly!" The men surrounded Cian, who started telling them everything. Adrian shook his head with a smile and allowed Cian to carry on. "The Creator is the one behind all this. He's the one who created our world but also tried to eliminate all of humanity and replace it with a new civilization. Of course, our ancestors would never allow such a thing, which was how they ended up going to war.

“But unmaking has its own price.” She looked at them sharply. “What price?” “To unwrite a story, you must become its ending.” Her pulse stuttered. “You mean—die.” The Creator smiled sadly. “No. Cease. The ink will remember you as its first and last mark. Everything tied to you will fade—including him.” Ayla’s knees weakened. “No. There has to be another way.” “There always is,” the Creator said. “But it will not save both of you.” The ink beneath them began to ripple violently, the sky dimming as cracks of red light tore through the clouds.

Maya said, "you gave me the Architect gene so I could build worlds you forgot that the bridge works both ways." Maya reached out. Touched the girls skin and a silver leaf scar appeared on the girls ankle. "No " the girl screamed, stepping back "this is my world I am the creator." "Every creator is a character in someone elses story " Maya said. She looked up. Saw the ceiling of the white void it was not a sky it was a giant piece of paper and on that paper new words were appearing in a handwriting Maya knew very well it was her fathers handwriting.

I glared at him, “I’m a writer not an artist, you know I can’t draw even if my life depends on it.” He still didn’t look convinced, so I continue eating. No matter how many times I tell him, he just won’t believe it, but come to think of it, Cassiopeia and Xander were not a dream, they are true and alive, and this henna is a proof of it. More questions started to form in my head and it’s starting to give me headache. “Kaia look, can we please take a break from that story?” he pleaded and all I can do is nod weakly. No use in making him believe me now, he’s starting to get irritated.

And I'm the only one left who doesn't have any role intact, and I'm waiting for the last branch he will explain. "Lastly, this is the most challenging job here in our publishing. We call it here creative, imaginative, or visionary novelists. They are the writers who are talents and treasures here in our company." He pauses, points his remote to the screen, and changes the display. "If it weren't for them, the company doesn't exist. They work for us, and we train them to be the best. We help them make their name internally, and they help us be known worldwide. We are thankful for them because, without them, we don't have a business." While he is explaining that, I'm thrilled! I want to join t

And then she got pregnant. It was like a switch turned on inside of Steve. He was suddenly driven to make as much money as he could. He began working overtime, taking on bigger territories, pushing sales with an aggression he had not shown before. And when they had enough savings, he quit his job and started his own software company. Steve designed and sold smartphone apps before smartphones were a household word. He created business related apps at first, apps that helped executives plan and get through their days. Then he expanded, moving with the market and the growing popularity of the phones. As a business man, he was brilliant.

All will come to light and then the real shit show will come to fruition, the creations and all the control they believe they have over this world will be blown sky-high, and every high ended elite scumbag along with them. The fact that humanity has lived their lives in a bubble of lies all for the benefit of the creations is utter bullshit, to be honest, I still can’t believe that things have turned out the way that they have. Rafe and I, Len and Jeremy… The fact that so many humans are willing to fight alongside two creations for the good of mankind is incredible actually. How wide is this whole thing going to blow up, well let’s put it this way, as a journalist I can only say that as soon

New to the game, waiting for one big story to come tumbling into our laps. I graduated a few years before her before getting eaten alive at a newspaper press. I wanted to find my own stories. Write what I wanted to write, but all they used me for was getting coffee and lunch. For two years. They never assigned me anything. Always the person next to me. Lucy was the one that told me to leave. Said we'd find our own stories. And we did—a few here and there, but nothing big enough to get our names out there. But we will. Just had to know the right places to look. We were still in our twenties, so it was easy for the cops and reporters to overlook us.