Jordan Zuniga
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Aspiring christian creative writer creating pieces to provoke thought and give God and Lord Jesus Christ the glory! God bless and I hope you’re doing well!
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The realm of merpeople.
The waters of the ocean continued flowing as the dolphins playfully lapped near the school of sea bass. The orcas glided through the sea with their new born calves going in the direction of the shoreline to teach them the thrill of the hunt, and the taste of blubbery sea line. The lobsters skittered throughout the seashore, as the ocotopus waited patiently for them to pass, while the hammerhead shark darted back and forward between the coral reef. The clownfish scoffed and mocked in the covering of the anemone. Lights continued shining brightly near the sea floor, as mermaids swam throughout the coral castle. The merknights zealousy guarded their territory, as the coral conch sounded to declare his majesty’s entrance.
By Jordan Zuniga4 years ago in Poets
My creative job.
Creativity is the recognition of a great idea, the preparation towards laying the groundwork, the process and renovation of the formation of its shape, form, structure, and imagery, the editing, refining, strengthening, and tuning of its original form, and the finalization of its completion. It is the combination of openness, problem solving, ingenuity, intuition, structure, discipline, vision, and ultimately wisdom, that guides us on any path through any story on how to proceed forward in any given pursuit with the tales written, the music composed, the lyrics inscribed, the art drawn up, and the worlds created that inspire the mind to think more critically, and the heart to overflow with love, all the more.
By Jordan Zuniga4 years ago in Confessions
The realm of the elves.
The olive branch swayed gently with the wind, as the harp swayed tenderly towards its captive audience. The orchestra continued in a gentle pianissimo, making sweet music to the king upon his throne. The tables were covered with pure white cloth as the sun set upon the western horizon while the structures of marble covered them as they resided amidst the eldest of trees. The red wine lingered within the chalices of silver and gold while the audience gave a light applause of approval. A female singer clothed in gayest blue garments of light blue, approached as she began to make her presence known amidst her kin. The king signaled a gesture of approval, as the harpest began to sway her gentle caress upon the strings.
By Jordan Zuniga4 years ago in Poets
Dwarven home.
The Innkeeper came in from the backroom to the sound of drunken laughter as she held multiple jugs of ale. “Oi! Lassy! Bring me another one of those will, ye?” A male dwarf asked. “Alright, Mr. Ironfist, alright! Let me finish bringin these two to the other customers, will ye?”the Innkeeper requested. “Alright, boys! The next rounds on me! Or else my name ain’t Garlin Steelweather!” Garlin announced. The dwarves of the inn began cheering. “We need some music!” Let’s get a tune in here, shall we?” Garlin noted. The dwarves began drumming the table as Garlin began singing. “I’m offended,” an Elf on the inn replied. The dwarves started scoffing. “Oh aye! You fair eyed pansies are always offended about something! Do us a favor and go be offended somewhere else!” Garlin noted. The dwarves started laughing as they continued drumming.
By Jordan Zuniga4 years ago in Poets
The choice.
Storms of life do not come upon us by chance or without reason, but are purposed so that a greater testimony, a grander exhortation can be written and told to those in a time of want and need of inspiration and wisdom. The sound of the raindrops poured throughout the garden, as I gazed about the various trees bearing fruit, the very scent of the moisture in the air was quite strong. My stomach churned, and growled as I continued to wait. I was hungry, in a time of need. I looked upon the fruits all throughout the various trees as I waited for the rain to stop pouring. “I’m hungry, but I should wait. There will be a time to eat with my family back home. It would be wiser to be patient. I don’t want to spoil my appetite!” I thought outloud.
By Jordan Zuniga4 years ago in Fiction
