The Big C-reative

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Previous Chapters Chapter 1, Part 1 (https://www.thebigcreative.org/writing/general-creative-writing/about-orin-chapter-1-part-1) Chapter 1, Part 2 (https://www.thebigcreative.org/writing/general-creative-writing/about-orin-chapter-1-part-2) Chapter 1, Part 3 (https://www.thebigcreative.org/writing

Previous Chapters Chapter 1, Part 1 (https://www.thebigcreative.org/writing/general-creative-writing/about-orin-chapter-1-part-1) Chapter 1, Part 2 (https://www.thebigcreative.org/writing/general-creative-writing/about-orin-chapter-1-part-2) Jax landed gracefully on the ground, his feet making a

We live on hope, on the aim that things will improve. When I focus on the negatives and think about what could be, I don't see how I can continue, how I can move forward. I cannot seem to get past the negatives. I have to focus on the hope and focus on what could be, when thinking positively. I th

Whenever I hear a story of someone who has been diagnosed with cancer, it is always a kind and loved person. It is something that seems to attack the undeserved. It attacks adults, children, pets even without discrimination. It forces families to fight together against this thing that has wrongfully

I see pain in two ways, physical and emotional - Sometime or another we have all experienced forms of pain of both causes throughout time on this earth but someone you love that has gone through or going through the pain of cancer is the most painful experience you will ever feel in my eyes - It le

Stage IV. It always seems so daunting. The final stage. Yet is it so complete? Is it so finite? Stage IV, it’s meant to bring the end. It’s meant to be the end. Yet statistics show more and more people are living with Stage IV cancer. Stage IV becomes a way of life. Taking your medicines, eating h

One morning, early last week, my alarm slowly rang, louder and louder until it broke my temporary unconsciousness. I awoke, gently drifting back into a deep sleep until my second alarm pinged louder. This was my normal routine, a constant, repetitive back-and-forth between me and the obnoxious bells

I wish I held a giant eraser To wipe away their pain. I wish I held a giant tissue To dry away their tears. I wish I held a giant light To brighten up their days. I wish I held a giant pen To rewrite our future. I wish I held a giant eraser To wipe away their diagnosis.

The day I heard the news seemed like a day I hadn‘t lived myself. I can only see the memories of what happened through the eyes of someone else. I can look back at myself, like a stranger, sitting in the doctor’s office. I remember the words he said. I remember how they stung. How they snatched the

Previous Chapters Chapter 1, Part 1 (https://www.thebigcreative.org/writing/general-creative-writing/about-orin-chapter-1-part-1) Chapter 1, Part 2 (https://www.thebigcreative.org/writing/general-creative-writing/about-orin-chapter-1-part-2) Chapter 1, Part 3 (https://www.thebigcreative.org/writing

Previous Chapters Chapter 1, Part 1 (https://www.thebigcreative.org/writing/general-creative-writing/about-orin-chapter-1-part-1) Chapter 1, Part 2 (https://www.thebigcreative.org/writing/general-creative-writing/about-orin-chapter-1-part-2) Chapter 1, Part 3 (https://www.thebigcreative.org/writing

Previous Chapters Chapter 1, Part 1 (https://www.thebigcreative.org/writing/general-creative-writing/about-orin-chapter-1-part-1) Christa stood alone in the midst of a dreary, dimly lit passageway, its icy chill seeping into her bones. She hated the cold. With a deep sense of regret, she gazed

Yesterday was a difficult day. It was a day when everything felt like it was piling up and coming to a bursting point. Yesterday was an accumulation of stress and worry and it all came to a familiar explosion of emotions. Today, today is a good day. Today I have taken a breath and I am working thro

Sometimes when I wake up I look at the day ahead and I sigh. Mentally I scroll through my daunting to-do list of tasks that all seem so important. It’s imperative that I complete them all today. The list overwhelms me and I sigh again. Resting back into my bed I close my eyes again and pretend to

When I received my first diagnosis I remember telling people and them saying to be strong and fight it. I did and it came back. When I told people the second time they echoed the same words to me and said don't give up. I've thought about this and its how I want to come at this new diagnosis. I'm ne

We rush for weeks for a day that seems gone in an instant. All that remains of it are the memories, photographs and videos. Slaving in the kitchen over joints of meat, panicking at burnt potatoes, catching the overflowing hob of sprouts. It's a hectic time. It was only recently I saw a post online

When I am feeling down or struggling to sleep, I always reach back into my memories and recall a serene, ideal time in my life. I close my eyes and I am back there, I can feel the soft heat of the sun against my face as I welcome the escape of the gentle breeze. The sound of children laughing and u

It’s amazing to see someone go through so much with an unwavering resolution. The determination. The fortitude. The will. It’s awe inspiring. The pain is so unfair and so undeserved. How do you contemplate that. I have no idea but the greatest of respect. How do you find the strength to keep looking

Innocent men were sent to war, Yet, what they expected, they never saw. Killed, gassed, bombed and shot, The rest of their lives, they saw not... Because of an illusion to persuade, People to fight, lives to fade. There was a man who just laid there, His lungs were filled with poisoned air.

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"Wait for my signal," Jax had whispered into Christa's ear before slipping away into the night, leaving her to ponder the meaning of those words. He was long gone before she realised that she had no idea what ‘the signal’ was. Ever since they were orphaned and left to fend for themselves on the

Today was unexpectedly sunny. Feeling the warmth against my cheeks I readjusted my glasses against the glare. It wasn’t as busy today at the train station, I looked around for the typical characters. The man with the giant books, sitting by himself engrossed in his words was not there. Neither was t

Last night I had a dream. I had a dream that I had made progress. Taking my first steps, metaphorically and physically as I lifted from my wheelchair. In my dream, I was pain free as I felt the lump inside me fade away. When I awoke, there was a sensation in my leg that had previously ceased to ex

Imagine you are a fictional friend. What would you say to yourself? What advice would you give? Maybe think about the things you would say to lift someone's spirits? I don't think I can think of much to say to myself that hasn't already been said by those around me. But I think I'd be harsher. If I

"Oh, What a Day!". We can all relate to this phrase can't we? Whether positive or negative, it is undeniably relatable. I'm going to go back in time for my "Oh, What a Day!" to the best time of my life I can remember, being a kid! I remember running home from school with my friends and spending th

prompt 2 safe space.i feel safe when i am at home with my family.i like the smells of home cooking and being surrounded by laughter and fun with the grandchildren.i do not like leaving the house when it is winter and cold and icy outside.my family make me feel safe and warm.i am looking forward to c

They now say that 1 in every 2 people will develop cancer in their lives. We hear it regularly on the television, the radio... Why does it feel so distant? Before being diagnosed cancer doesnt seem like something that would strike. It feels like something that other people get. 50% chance of can

Warm sand was encrusted around my feet, While the air, moist and fresh, blew through my hair. I looked to the sea, between lines of heat, As they blurred the horizon, once so fair. Waves of sea now crashed against my cold shins, The inviting tide had began to rise. I imagined myself growing blu