Just a song of mine to match my philosophy as stated.

My Grove

I walk slowly beneath the boughs, bare feet leaving not a sound nor imprint upon the soft grass as I move. The trunks are all distant. Silent, ethereal sentinels against the nothing beyond. And yet, branches reach out, leaves brushing outstretched fingertips as I move slowly, casually, but with... read more

Things in the Snow

(I very rarely write anything horror-related, but inspiration struck me and I'll not turn it aside just because it's not my usual style. Warning for a bit of gore, though I tried to keep it dialed back for the guidelines, haha.) I curse as my foot catches a rock just barely hidden in the snow,... read more

Tasmanian Tiger

Here's where it gets weird. The Tasmanian Tiger, was an apex predator in Australia, and hunted to extinction by the late 1930s. I met my late wife through a personal ad that her mother actually answered... told you it gets weird! Her mother made a date with me, and told her to go. But she read... read more

Small snippet

that I wholeheartedly call... "Almost" --- — Excuse me —a young man said lowly, slipping through a group of adults. One of them stared at him, their eyes lingering on how mundane yet deliberate the young man’s attire was. Average height, black hair, gray jacket, black sport pants, and brown... read more

About Nickolai Brennan

About Me I’m Nickolai Brennan I write under the name Klaus Dreadful. I like to reve in exploring the gritty, unvarnished aspects of the human experience. My work spans from fictional essays that delve into the surreal 🌌, to philosophical reflections and self-growth articles that aim to confront... (edited) read more

My toxic trait is being inspired and creative at 3 am and be destroyed by 7 am.

Writing exercise #1

In 25 words or less describe what you think being in a healthy relationship would be like. For example here's mine: An aquarium where the fish live in a deep cerulean harmony except for the occasional shark.

Have Faith in Your Creative Dreams 💭

This is one of those moments in life that reminds me that we should always make some time for our creative passions, and we shouldn't give up on them. 💭 No matter how fierce the competition is... regardless if others think it's a "waste of time", and even if ✨ you ✨ think the chances of... read more

I like my man how I like my coffee, strong, sweet and light in complexion, like I've added a bit too much of sugar and creamòra. How do you like your partner? 😅😊

One of the biggest challenges of writing stories is coming up with names that are original and that stick.

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I'm the over fed serpent that lives in your gut, blooming words throughout your chest so that you may breathe air. Your heart feels so cold and bare from this dreary world that I feel the need to breathe warmth into you like a lantern so that you may fly higher. Leave this place with my breath into... read more

Has anyone used story plotter to write?

I just downloaded it a few days ago, and it's taking me some time to get used to, but it seems like a generally good tool.

Surrealist writing

What usually motivates you to get back to writing what you want?

My love language

My love language is blurring the line between passion and obsession via expression. In other words insanity, for those who only glance quickly upon the surface. Harmonious and symmetrical order within absolute chaos for those who widen their lenses, zoom out their optics and absorb the bigger... (edited) read more

Marinate in beauty

Marinate in the ever brewing pot of our funconscious minds, where chaos embedded with infinite data of luminosity, space and sonic waves that comes alive unto the ever extending space of which beauty plus the unfolding phenomena which waltzes hand to hand with the senses both the subtle and the... (edited) read more

Of Fables, Elves, And Angels 💫

How now are you so full of hate, dear creatures ungodly where evil dictates. For what sheds light? For doth darketh seek darketh, & that there of light? Is the spectrum both maleable & endless in fright? So where'th the horizon if so it exists, from no lifeform escapes where within its midst. For... read more

What typically inspires you to write?

For me, I often think back to a world studies project I did in middle school where we designed an island nation. As we learned about the different parts of how society functions, we developed those parts of our nation. It became a fully fledged out mini-world in my mind that I often think back to.

Breathe

Deep breath in- Memories of what was - what could have been. Persistent anxieties haunting - an ever looming presence. Falsely, they speak of comfort Shallow breath out- The memories tighten their grip. An unwavering fetter to bewilder the mind - to beguile the soul Shallow breath in- The sudden... read more

Severance

You know the feeling you get when you've had one to many drinks? you get light headed, and the room starts to spin. Well that's what my life feels like. Spinning completely out of control. as if the sun is missing from my galaxy. The pieces of my life are in disarray. And, I find myself hurtling... read more

Al Shams

poltergeists making a ruckus in my inner space
i might just leave if the rule is that winner stays its a mess here, typhoon of stress and fear, press skip, next thing any near?
the flickering of this flame within urges me to harness this nous, to see clear is there not any other way that could... read more

Pierce-ive-rance

Pierce what you perceive, my preservered Persephone.

A poem.

Write this last night.

Of Fables, Elves, And Angels 💫

How now are you so full of hate, dear creatures ungodly where evil dictates. For what sheds light? For doth darketh seek darketh, & that there of light? Is the spectrum both maleable & endless in fright? So where'th the horizon if so it exists, from no lifeform escapes where within its midst. For... read more

A story I came up with a few days ago. Please provide comments, corrections, suggestions and criticisms

Darkness falls on the swampier area of interior of the Carroway Peninsula as spring moves into summer, and with it, the eerie glowing motes grow in number and brightness in the waters and in the trees and along the ground, and the sound of numerous human screams grows in number and in... read more