http://slow.writerscafe.org/BrendenBow The original writings of author Brenden Bow en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776007317 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 In a city where nightmares and fantasy become reality, Aiden and Reagan are tasked with tracking down a kidnapped girl. Do the patrons of The Dancing Dove have any helpful information? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrendenBow/1059167/ I enjoy the idea of an angel of death, a representation of death personified in the form of a heavenly messenger. This, well, is kinda a poem expressing that interest, a vague symbolism involving it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrendenBow/1057916/ This is a poem about lost love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrendenBow/1047919/ I've posted scenes two and three because, to me, they're the most interesting parts - so far.This is my recently-started science-fiction epic. 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I hope you enjoy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrendenBow/996752/ When sorrowful eyes turn to lies, and all her hearts cease to die, in the Deeper's South, the sun shall naught rise. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrendenBow/996622/ I'm just jotting down my thoughts on various writers and their works. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrendenBow/996293/ Do me a favor, break down the walls. Do me a favor, then shatter the glass.Collapse by one punch from knuckles made of brass. Ah, of course, violence, how crass.Make a break for infinity, don't stop at the border of eternity.The whole universe is laid out in front of me.The center of every.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrendenBow/991402/ This is an earlier poem of mine. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrendenBow/991398/ The rain falls around him in misery, and baby, you're dancing in the rain.They'll eat you and your disdain.Oh, no, it's Spring-Heeled Jack. Oh, he's gone. 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