http://slow.writerscafe.org/urbanenonsense The original writings of author KC en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776057398 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15  Part One: He Knew The Day They Met Noah wasn’t sure what to make of the new kid. What had the application said? Jess? He shook his head dismissively, it didn’t matter anyway.Kid would probably be gone in a few weeks anyway. Didn’t look capable of building a birdh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/urbanenonsense/400234/  His body was draped lazily across the bar, one hip cocked out, the kind of effortless cool I wished I could be. He looked good, even outlined against the shabby wallpaper and cheap carpeting. But a playboy, no doubt. Even when I was just window shopping I sure knew how to pick 'em. The wom.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/urbanenonsense/280771/ They're all about herBut she'll never guessThat in the things he saysHis secret's confessedOh, the meaning is in thereBut he's tried his bestTo make sure the passionIs modestly dressed  Hey, Mr. MontagueCouldn't catch a break, so youCower in a gray you can't imbue.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/urbanenonsense/280770/ We used to walk in the rain And you'd take my handSplashing through puddlesWaltzing ankle-deep and thenYou'd quirk an eyebrowCrook a finger and grinI'd half-try to escapeBut let you twirl me into a spinDancing and laughing 'tilWe were weary and weakAnd I'd want to go in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/urbanenonsense/280769/ At the annual Math FairWere you the brown-haired guyBlue eyes, black shirt thatSaid, "I love Pi"?If so, I'm the girl who ran into youAccidentally on purpose, and I just wanted toSay you were cuteIf you're game to meet meContact: sweetheart503 Are you the girl in .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/urbanenonsense/280767/ Insisting for the hundredth time"Shhh, keep going, I'm fine,"Oh, fast times, and faster crimes Both of us dressed to the ninesDragging you behind meBy heartstrings and a crumpled tieSneaking away, trying to be silentOur designer pockets heavy with Stolen nickels and di.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/urbanenonsense/280765/ We are the spiritually dead, the dazed and confusedThe few sheep that fled, and at best only usedWe are would-be warriorsAnd half-taught teachers We are for whom the war's waged, the future of sinLife-sized props on a stage, unsure who will winWe are religious possessionsAnd dou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/urbanenonsense/279843/  The world had existed for millions for years. It was likely that in another million it would still exist, and still likely it would even a million after that.He couldn't comprehend this. He could not wrap his head around anything existing prior to his birth nor following his death. Be it i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/urbanenonsense/279842/ Darling, Satan was never so tempting to EveAs you are to me, with every shudder,Every shiver, every gasp and heave.Here is the proof,Sometimes there are wicked prayersGod bothers to heed.And if you squinted,If you tilted your head at just the right degreeYou could almost mistake the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/urbanenonsense/279841/ Left, left, forward, jump four, landing on the farthest black one, and then in quick succession- straight, straight, back, right, left, straight. He stepped swiftly over the kitchen tiles, passing over some, tapping others twice; desperate to be out of the room but not desperate enough to skip enter.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/urbanenonsense/279840/ Her carefully phrased questions weren’t really questions at all, only spotlights meant to draw attention away from herself and onto him. She was a master at casting the focus onto someone, anyone, else and he happened to mosey along right when she needed him most.     &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/urbanenonsense/279839/ Funny, how my mind plays tricks on me, insisting he was a giant. A legend. A gladiator. And funny how sifting through the blending sea of faces none are familiar. In a cosmic twist of irony I realize these men are interchangeable. Almost unbelievably any one of these men could be mistaken for the on.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/urbanenonsense/279838/ things I wrote years ago, mostly studies on expanding vocabulary. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/urbanenonsense/234208/  Here we are. Again.With tangled sheets and hearts and thoughtsToo lazy to sleep, too tired to tryViewing this sunrise from the wrong sideAgain.We danced, back to the wall, back to the bedA dangerous chance meeting And you grab your jeans, glance through the glassViewing the d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/urbanenonsense/234053/  Oh, my empty-headed scarecrowHello? Echo, echo, echo.My knock on your chest Rings barren and hollowAs do the words spoken by you, Usually too good to be trueI finally took a closer look, and who knew?Each lie was small enough to hideIn abstract art and invisible inkAnd ther.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/urbanenonsense/233058/   I am her secret keeper as she is mineWe are two of the same kind, and we stareOur blinks and breaths and bitter drinksKeeping ready, steady timea sea of empty tumblers and the tell-tale stain of wineKeeping endless time against us, lest the seconds blend and blurAnd we mista.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/urbanenonsense/233057/  It’s the wind-swept garden dancerAnd the sweetly darkened skyThe face of tattered beautyAnd a gothic lullaby It’s your softly clouding visionAnd your heightened sense of fearThe gentle whispered callingAnd the footsteps drawing near It’s your a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/urbanenonsense/220125/  A fallen black prince, cursed by witches to roamRuled the foul underbelly of the nationPassing judgment from his traveling throneBreeding anarchy where before there was noneFools fled before him, and bigger fools stayedA flick of a finger, a toss of his headFound men .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/urbanenonsense/220120/  The MonsterA poem by Kristen Currie He wanted me under any termsSearched me out, cautiously probingscheming against my innocenceHe lived where I livedBehind closed doors, under suspicious nosesBehind the scenes, maybeBut he lived…CallingCajolingPleadingB.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/urbanenonsense/220116/  I don't know why he did itAnd I don't know why you careI can't see how you want him nowWhen all you did was stareHe's different, life's been punishingAnd you were deathly scaredThat you'd catch what he surely hadThat thing that makes him weirdThe bug that lives inside us all.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/urbanenonsense/220113/ a poem detailing a man's hasty decision to divorce his wife. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/urbanenonsense/220100/  The Woes of Clockwork Boys His joint cogs squeal, For the first time in weeksProtesting, but starting to turn And the coal in his chest Fans into a burn No, there’s no American dreamFor boys powered with steam He sighs, but he’ll bear it throu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/urbanenonsense/220099/  He smiled as she neared- the goofy grin of a man in love. Although he wouldn’t have chosen such a strong word to describe the warm feeling of affection that settled into his belly whenever he saw her, it remained to be seen what would come of it. His past proclamations of love were but.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/urbanenonsense/220098/   The Last Mirror of FangorA novel by Kristen Currie          Prologue              Below the swirling veil of stars, an eerie harvest moon hung above the forest. Pale ray.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/urbanenonsense/220097/ inspired in part by a dream I had. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/urbanenonsense/220096/  He watched her sleep, intent on the delicate flutter of her eyelids.She must be dreaming.He gently touched her face, hardly daring to breath for fear of waking her. Then when that wasn't enough he followed, with aching tenderness, his fingertips with his mouth. She shifted, murmuring som.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/urbanenonsense/220094/ I know it says short story, but this is more like a story idea. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/urbanenonsense/220093/                                          March 10, 2007.      &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/urbanenonsense/220091/  Stalker's Chase A short story by Kristen Currie            Part One: Along Came a Death Wish             Beneath the swirling veil of stars, an eerie harvest moon hung.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/urbanenonsense/220090/             “…I hate you.” He said coldly, and his gaze was so contradictory she felt herself freezing and burning with the combined force; the ferocity so grotesque and out of place on his pale, handsome face that she momen.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/urbanenonsense/220088/  Comparable To Paper? An Essay By KC  The pages of your mind, worn soft and thin by many careless turnings, have begun to yellow. They shrivel and curl as if seeking shelter from the brutal hands; the probing fingers that leave the stain of experience in their wake. The.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/urbanenonsense/220086/   Indecently ExposedA short story by KC Part One: Lost Letters from No One Noah couldn’t recall a time he’d ever felt more exposed, more flayed open with the vulnerable beat of his heart in view. He wore his emotions on his sleeve for no one, but there w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/urbanenonsense/220083/  The Haldrec's Black SheepA short story by KC             Her cries rang through the corridors, making the man sitting at the edge of his bed sorry he had ever taken her prisoner. And though he clutched his ears and willed her .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/urbanenonsense/220081/  The Inevitable Demise of JudasA short story by KC             Part One: Poetic Foolishness             He watched her go, as he did numerous times a day, desperat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/urbanenonsense/220078/