http://slow.writerscafe.org/Qudsiya The original writings of author Zea en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776042593 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 my grandmother passed away when i was very young, i have never seen someone so at peace... this is what i saw. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Qudsiya/947111/ Through not the tender touch of your sweet love Did you ascend to the heavens above But by the cold kiss of a knife Did you lose all that matters in lifethe rush of war the simplicity of a summer's breezethe warmth of the sunNo more are dreams so sweet for only the emptiness of ete.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Qudsiya/947045/ based on a real experience though purely fictional (if that makes any sense) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Qudsiya/946575/ Awake...I hear the creaking of floorboards, faint scratching sounds and the slow moan of my doors hinges as it none-to-hastily opens. Soft padded footsteps approach the bed where I lay, then silence.What was that I felt brush against my foot? I wonder what mysterious creature of the night has co.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Qudsiya/946574/ …We were sitting quietly in a tranquil meadow, the wind whispering sweet-nothings through the over grown grass, the sun stealing glances above the tree tops surrounding Our meadow, how easily, gracefully the word “Our” rolls off my tongue.  As I watch butterflies; by.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Qudsiya/946568/