http://slow.writerscafe.org/HaleyStone The original writings of author Haley Stone en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776121401 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 As I journey on my way with trembling steps, uncertain ground, I hear a voice within me say "Keep going, child, don't turn around." I see a light, horizon bound, it leads me where I aim to go, I follow softly, make no sound, and focus on the distant glow. Whether rain or sun or snow I walk the pat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HaleyStone/991960/ Give me patience, give me strength, give me courage to forgive. Help me find the Self inside which causes me to love, to live. Lead me through the twisting wood, never fearing what's ahead. Shine a light along my path, show me where my footsteps tread. Give me peace to fill my soul, even in my darke.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HaleyStone/991959/ The lighthouse does not persuade or peddle,does not coax or coerce those who roam.It simply shines its lightin the dark of nightand they let it lead them home. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HaleyStone/991958/ Inspired by an article: "Radiation Rings Hint Universe Was Recycled Over And Over" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HaleyStone/991955/ I once saw a boy go to great lengths to fish a dragonfly out of a pond. He laid it on a leaf in the sun, standing guard until it dried out and flew away. I noticed that it never said 'thank-you, ' but the boy, proud and self-satisfied, knew it didn't matter and smiled anyway. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HaleyStone/991952/ I look into the mirror and I don't know this face. The eyes, they seem familiar, just slightly out of place. Perhaps it's what's behind them that recognizes me, and not the skin I'm living in, but what I've come to be. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HaleyStone/991951/ I thought that bars had held me back, I know now I was wrong- The caged bird sat inside my heart and sang its weary song, while I held it down with my own hands, it was me...me all along. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HaleyStone/991948/ "I need you to help me with something." He looked at her curiously. "With what?" "Something important. Come on!" He let her lead him by the hand, down the stairs, out the door, into the chilly, not-quite-Spring air. Fat snowflakes danced lazily about them, and she laughed as she t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HaleyStone/991943/ She hated stop signs.  They just never made sense to her.  They never said, "Go," but everyone did, anyway.  Stop signs felt so final, so conclusive, and everyone cheated them the way they would cheat the conclusiveness of death, if they could.  She wondered what would happen if .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HaleyStone/991942/ My attempt at a twisted story in the style of a good friend of mine. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HaleyStone/984650/ A heart is not something meant for play.When you decide to say,"I want to spend my life with you,"make sure you plan to stay,rather than just walk away,leaving them hapless and hopeless and broken,sitting in the pile of pretty words you'd spoken.Did you just get caught up in the excitement,caught up.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HaleyStone/984636/