Creative Writing: The Neolithic Empire

One day I was walking through the ruins of Pompeii. While I was walking I saw something shiny

Back in ancient times, the development of the first urban cultures was due to gradual changes and advancements that contributed to a communal society. As agriculture and specialized jobs started to become the norm in early cities, citizens began to realize that they were missing something that was crucial to their productivity and organization: a system of writing and recordkeeping. While most ancient civilizations created a form of writing, Mesopotamian and Egyptian societies utilized them for more than just recordkeeping. These advancements serve as ancient origins of how we use written language in the present day. While there are currently countless forms of writing in the modern age, the concept of writing and literacy is treasured

Motionless within the sandy embrace of the tall dune, Billy waited while the sweat ran like tiny streams down his dust-stained face, but he could hear nothing above the roar of the pounding surf. He lay on his back within the small depression, musket cradled upon his chest, eyes straining to pierce the thin forest that bordered the great dunes, searching for movement while his ears strained to catch any sound that would alert him to the presence of his hunters…but he saw and heard nothing of his pursuers, only now and again did he hear the sharp cries of hungry gulls above the din of the lake as they wheeled above.

As I searched around the forest for food, I could hear the birds chirping, the waves clashing, and leaves falling off the trees. When I approached the shore, I spotted three unusual objects in the sea. I waited a while as the objects became visible; they were three massive ships, so immense that no one could believe I saw them. My heart accelerated and I scurried back to my village to warn the chief about my sightings.

Met the Nez Perce Indians and they invited us to stay with them for a while. I was really impressed with the Nez Perce. They were all so dignified. They were all so proud. Our crew has dreamt to be like that. The Nez Perce were really friendly and helpful and drew a detailed map which would eventually lead to the ocean. We followed this map and we are achieving great lengths.

I am afraid this is my fault, for letumosis spreading to Peony. If only I wasn’t Lunar, my gorgeous little sister would still be alive. She could’ve danced with now Emperor Kai – had all of her dreams come true. So many Earthens have died, only because I bestowed upon them the curse of the sickness. Letumosis takes your life slowly, one by one. I know letumosis is the main point of all this, but could it just have been me who’s spread it to the rest of the population? Four stages, all miserable. I watched Peony in that last stage, dying because of me. Her yellow skin, her crusty nails, her once lively eyes closed for one last time. Why was I born Lunar? Why did I have to be some princess, when being cyborg already made my life miserable? Of course, I was full of shock when I

For several days in succession fragments of a defeated army had passed through the town. They were mere disorganized bands, not disciplined forces. The men wore long, dirty beards and tattered uniforms; they advanced in listless fashion, without a flag, without a leader. All seemed exhausted, worn out, incapable of thought or resolve, marching onward merely by force of habit, and dropping to the ground with fatigue the moment they halted. One saw, in particular, many enlisted men, peaceful citizens, men who lived quietly on their income, bending beneath the weight of their rifles; and little active volunteers, easily frightened but full of enthusiasm, as eager to attack as they were ready to take to flight; and amid these, a sprinkling of red-breeched soldiers, the pitiful remnant of a division cut down in a great battle; somber artillerymen, side by side with nondescript foot-soldiers; and, here and there, the gleaming helmet of a heavy-footed dragoon who had difficulty in keeping up with the quicker pace of the soldiers of the line. Legions of irregulars with high-sounding names "Avengers of Defeat," "Citizens of the Tomb," "Brethren in Death"--passed in their turn, looking like banditti.

last blood city at night the alarm goes off and there scream and shout everywhere inside the city and all the new-human began hunting for monsters, relics, and the zombies that got inside the city.

“AAH, I must have overslept!” The Hero rushed towards the window, and he saw that Monster Zero must have been busy for at least a few hours. He gathered all his weapons, and ran towards Monster Zero, somewhere where he could not be seen. “Alright, all monsters have a weak point, so where could it be……..aha! Monster Zero’s neck isn’t covered by any scales, so I must attack there!”

It was an icy foggy morning on the planet Isthar, in the old church me and my spotter Leo set up in the day before. The warm comforts of the summer and spring were singing their last woeful good by chorus as the first snow fell to the ground ushering in a time of fall and winter. It was quite the pictorial scene for a firefight.

“Hush, Aleixo. Do not say such words. He will punish you,” Mother whispered, as if fearful Hades, the God of the Underworld-- Son of Titan Cronus and Rhea, would materialize and snatch them away their world into a place of infinite fire and destruction.

I wonder what they will call this. The fall of the Jedi, The Sacking of Coruscant, maybe even The Great Revolution. History is decided by the winners after-all.

If there was one visual memory that had stuck with Richard through the last years, it was the natural grace of Alexandria's movements, evident again now as she undressed to reveal her body. That latter, he'd also been unable to forget, and Lexi's figure appeared the same to him now as it had back then. Perfect. Slivers of light hit her skin, accentuating the shadows of the hidden beneath panties and bra, and the sight had the man erect before she'd returned to his embrace. "I'll ensure sure it is."

A fire burned within Virgil as her crimson lips pressed to his as he leaned in for the first kiss. She was sitting on the soft cover of the bed, even smaller than usual, and he had to bend down to kiss her, carrying her back slightly as he pressed forward. He was not forceful but he was insistent, any uncertainty banished from his mind as the guilt over what they were about to do was subsumed by the actual doing of the deed.

Is the development of the writing system the most important factor that led to the rise of a civilization? How does our ancestor learned to write when school is not even available? Understand that writing system that I am referring is not the average of using tools such as ink and paper, but more of creative tool that has developed over time. In this essay, I will cover seven points on the importantance of a writing system in the ancient civilization.