<?xml version="1.0" encoding="ISO-8859-1"?>
<rss version="2.0">
	<channel>
		<title>Tom Cook | WritersCafe.org</title>
		<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/ballturretgunner</link>
		<description>The original writings of author Tom Cook</description>
		<language>en-us</language>
		<copyright>Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org</copyright>
		<lastBuildDate>1776026392</lastBuildDate>
		<generator>WritersCafe.org RSS Generator</generator>
		<ttl>15</ttl>
		<item>
			<title>Seven</title>
			<description>7&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;I didn't mean it.&quot;Mara says.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;Yes you did. Why elsewould you have said it?&quot;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ballturretgunner/1020752/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Six</title>
			<description>6&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Thurmond Cross sat behind hisoak desk with the glossy finish reading through a vanilla colored folder. Heskimmed through my health records, never stopping until he found something that..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ballturretgunner/1015724/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Five</title>
			<description>5&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;Why did you say yes,Clarence?&quot; Mara said. The clinging of glasses and story exchanging voicesrumbled one downstairs. I moseyed to the bar in my room and found a bottle ofcognac along ..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ballturretgunner/1011360/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Four</title>
			<description>4&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I had lived or escaped. No, I was alive buttrapped. It started with the hospital room with the IVs and blood bags. Thenthere was the prescription meds and the urging from numerous sides ..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ballturretgunner/1008625/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Three</title>
			<description>&quot;Whatthe hell is this?&quot; Mara said. She looked over a brochure of the Traditionand Honor Act that I splayed over the top of our wood table. Two years ago, along but short time. Long when judged by a calendar, but short when shared bymemories.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ballturretgunner/1008107/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Two</title>
			<description>2&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I was fourteen years old when Ifirst tried to kill myself voluntarily. I heard that in the past my familyearned their honor through acts of courage. Wars and the like, but as the times..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ballturretgunner/1006545/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>One</title>
			<description>1&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The party downstairs kicked and beat againstthe hotel ballroom's walls like a kick drum, banging out me..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ballturretgunner/1006118/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>The Suicide Room</title>
			<description>The following is a novelette I'm working on. I didn't want to post it on here at first, but I decided what the hell and went with it. Enjoy and proofread. </description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ballturretgunner/1006114/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>The Ball Turret Gunner</title>
			<description>Proofread and criticize. The story is brutal and cruel, so enjoy the violence and the character's slip from reality. Any comments or criticism's would be greatly appreciated. </description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ballturretgunner/996280/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Someone broke into my car</title>
			<description>Literally what it means.</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ballturretgunner/992878/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Retail</title>
			<description>It's 9:12 am and I'm on break at Old Navy</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ballturretgunner/988511/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Red</title>
			<description>I wrote this from my phone and half-naked in my bed. My life is totally awesome.</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ballturretgunner/988410/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Nude Christianity </title>
			<description>when i was young i&amp;nbsp;attended a small church in aid, missouri wherethe mark twain forest rolled over a set offarmlands and locked fingers with highway 60 andthe outskirts of dexter, missouri. if you ever beento both, then you knowwhat it's like to feel reserved and enjoypeace and quiet over a bot..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ballturretgunner/987464/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Chapter One</title>
			<description>Chapter One:Concussions:0Penalties inMinutes: 0&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Zigmund Marchand, or Ziggy ashis friends would ca..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ballturretgunner/986674/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>The Hockey Player</title>
			<description>The story is about Ziggy Marchand and his role as an enforcer for his semi-pro college club hockey team. An enforcer plays limited ice time and may be called upon to fight on any given night. </description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ballturretgunner/986672/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Someone told me I was a hopeless romantic</title>
			<description>I rarely write sappy stuff, but, hey I needed to do this one...</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ballturretgunner/985346/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>S**t Bums in Taco Bell</title>
			<description>I was actually just sitting in taco bell...</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ballturretgunner/985050/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>I mean, we could've surrendered</title>
			<description>A 233 word, one sentence, flash fiction piece. </description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ballturretgunner/982854/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Never Said No</title>
			<description>For C.W. and her strength. </description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ballturretgunner/982725/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>I work too much</title>
			<description>I work two jobs. One is a morning the job, the other a night job. I'm going insane now.</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ballturretgunner/981354/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Enforcer (The Ballad of a Goon)</title>
			<description>This story will be published in the 54th issue of the The World of Myth online literary magazine. </description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ballturretgunner/978442/</link>
		</item>
	</channel>
</rss>