http://slow.writerscafe.org/Vignette The original writings of author Vignette en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776218696 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 There’s five good deedssaid he to me,I must complete to provemy love.If not in haste he wouldbe pleasedupon the fifth he wouldso deema bit of naughtyreverie. And so I breathed uponhis heartand set its embers allaglow... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vignette/986942/ Thetemptation of your kiss,anevent horizonanchoredin space-time,drawsme closer. Asubtle shift…inconsciousness.Acrossed boundary…maybecarelessness. Escapevelocity, moot.Pointof no ret.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vignette/986937/ Oozingwith desperationto performfor a captiveaudience,imaginingendless encoresfrom adoring fans.Your emotionalmasturbationis the two-bitw***ein aback-alley barhiking up herfilthy skirtfor anothervulgar show. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vignette/986935/ Life is a dime-store dreamin a poor part of townwhere ignorant people buy imitation life pre-packaged in white styrofoam traysembossed with fleur de lis,imported from some godforsaken countryno one remembers.Shoppers grunt and push rickety carts&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vignette/986932/ Contrived conversation.Hor d’oeuvres with frilly toothpicks.  Chintzy cocktail napkins. Alcohol in plastic cups.Crusty smirks with cloak-and-dagger eyes.Stale jokes.Uneasy laughter. Silent games with silent rules.Haugh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vignette/986931/ There, in the tail of that comma, in that ethereal silentpause between whispered words, we are suspended in a universe of our ownmaking. I pirouette on your full-stop period and leap onto your curvaceousparenthesis.  I caress its hard sensuous curve .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vignette/986928/ Can you see my Achilles’ heel as I trip over your social norms and stumble on the balance beam of your linear expectations?I don’t know if I like your art -- is that what it is? Was I supposed to look? I missed the cue again, didn’t I?  But I like your smile.Your dress, you as.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vignette/983766/ Your cerebral symphony is a striking decomposition in C Major.  An orchestra of topiary neurons scored between moist layers of atrophied images and unremembered emotions.I am eternally yours in exile -- in this otherwise pristine landscape of self-made desolate hell.  Let us comingle with .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vignette/983764/ Oh wretched Life, the games you play!You mock and tease a simple soulof death, in fleshly terms, the fear!But none is worse than what you pluckfrom death itself, you winter thief!You laugh at dreams once warm with springthat beat with hope so strong and brightnow still with death, in winter's womba .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vignette/983763/ The hazy blue neon sign sputters and flashes its iconic message. Black weathered boots trudge silently over a cemetery of wooden planks stained with dried vomit from those who were unable to stomach another day.He buys his courage " Scotch, neat.The waitress has told him the menu is precise. &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vignette/983761/ Iremember hopscotch,and drawingDr. Seuss squareswith pinkflamingo chalk my artist’sbrush,on a walkwaythat was my canvas.And smiles ofpassersby,warm as maplesyrupon Saturdaymorning pancakes,as I tossedmagic charms of youthbe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vignette/983748/