http://slow.writerscafe.org/ComeOnProse The original writings of author Louise en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775984158 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 super-short prose on hoping for rain. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ComeOnProse/1938484/ for the My Life In Six Words contest http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ComeOnProse/1493824/ Deborah had been up all night. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ComeOnProse/1222550/ English version:He tells me that he doesn't believe in it anymore.Believe in what, I ask.Believe in life, he answers. And I know that it cannot be discussed. Now and them and from time to time there is a human who stops believing in life, and they should be allowed to do so.That's up to you, I say, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ComeOnProse/1200649/ Andrea rolled over. "Hon, are youawake?" Deborah was awake and kept silent, playing possum toavoid her girlfriend's daily small talk and questions about what she'd do todayor what groceries they were lacking. Accepting D's apparent sleepAndrea got out of bed and into the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ComeOnProse/1200639/ "I don't plan out plots!" Deborah thought to herself. "Plots create themselves. That's how I've been going by these past years. Plan out plots. What a joke." The kettle peaked for one minute on then for two before she even noticed. That was how much trouble she would be in in less than five day.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ComeOnProse/1200638/ I keep my eyes closed. The car hit something, it did, I swear. The humming of the engine has stopped. I can't tell what exactly happened. I just sit tight in my seat thanking the god, that I do not believe in, for still being able to breathe. The seat belt has burned its pattern into my chest, or so.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ComeOnProse/1200602/ Chapter 1 + 2. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ComeOnProse/1047102/ It took me a few days to realize that what I was experiencing was the common human fragility of infractus pectus.I had been angry with the world for two days, avoiding the news for three and had just this night awoken four times, equally sweating and fearful. The fourth time I stayed awake and wonde.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ComeOnProse/1044712/ A short story about girls and their expectations. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ComeOnProse/1013181/ Your bed creaks as I turn over, wanting to face you but ending up facing your back."Baby?" I try. There's no sound but the cars out on the mainroad right outside the window but still miles away. "Babygirl?"Something is muttered at me and I fail to make out the words. "Sorry, what did you-?""Sleep." .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ComeOnProse/995140/ Inspired by danish poet Søren Ulrich Thomsen's "The worst and the best". http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ComeOnProse/995069/ Inspired by the words of William Wordsworth. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ComeOnProse/993748/ Short prose on chasing anything, really. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ComeOnProse/993740/