http://slow.writerscafe.org/Myninja213 The original writings of author Alexander B. Kerri en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776022654 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A story about a man who assumes life is a big catastrophe waiting to happen. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Myninja213/1491490/ 'The people were affected, affected by a wicked immensity.A land that shattered to pieces by a thing so fowl.The ocean is affected with the blood of the murdered maiden,The animals sigh and the bloodless souls weep.For eternity shall the skies remain dark,Weeping a melody and seeing the mourning.Tho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Myninja213/1351168/ At certain times people could help, it is vague to me to assume such a strange custom, to help a morose voyager onhis quest. None, do not worry about my imposts or my idiosyncrasy for there is no act so ungodly to bring forthan inference so stereotypical. Am I depressed, yes, should it be a public c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Myninja213/1328101/ The room, as dim as the twilight sugars that skim throughout the chapel surfaces. I have failed to escape the demented death box I have entered. As blood would harbour something so abhorrent, as a dream might examine itself as a mythical casement of blasphemies and obtuse tales that the women tell t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Myninja213/1306945/ The beasts rose from the fragile ocean, attaining an odour so foul that smelt of the ocean's lonely piers where all to taste would be the salt from those murky waters; as they rose, their faces were made up of sunken-soggy bone, their voices were dim and abhorring, similar to an Angel's cry .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Myninja213/1250404/ A very small story I had conducted in writing class. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Myninja213/1247499/ As water similar to a pure lit dream,Cast to the kingdoms of the joyous, of glee.'This dream, this water, to damn their hopes,Annihilate the beast or choke him with ropes!'As mother had cabalisticly spoken these things,I began to lose hope, fear for my wings.A devil was I but to dream marvelous wish.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Myninja213/1224609/ Alone was I, born to be,Laughing, taunting, torturing me.And yet would my darkness shadow light,For all eyes are bare and would not sight.To sight eternities long and beyond,Or to seek life's mistress who would never tag along.Language, diabolical devils they are, the scholars I once knew,Fell from .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Myninja213/1224606/ A debatable quote http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Myninja213/1213083/ This is an abbreviated note to those who are cautious about their sensual and physical relationships. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Myninja213/1207326/ "Quand l'amour a vécu" Par Alexander Kerri Attendre si longtemps, un amour qui a duré si fort, Mais la méchanceté alors attribué la faible beauté, Forcer une relation de liaison entre les bris, Jamais de découvrir un autre âge, Un âge o&u.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Myninja213/1201640/ "When Love Lived" By Alexander Kerri Waiting so long, a love that lasted so strong, But wickedness then attributed the feeble loveliness, Forcing a bonded relationship among breakage, Never to discover another age, An age when loveliness was much more beautiful than all, and when the seas would sin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Myninja213/1201639/ Such a beautiful rose it was, red, red, and violet,Of all Colours I have seen, never have been violet,I began to tap it's fragile pedals, til' I could view the steaming upon my kettle, larger did that liquid mist grew, harboring liquids and letters to you,letters that spoke of tolerance and lov.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Myninja213/1200450/ I view those pitiful humans walk past the streetsTheir motionless feelings and they're only meat,Meat that would only satisfy us,The Gargoyles' wrath, no more mortal fuss.Once I finish their flesh to bonesWe sense the distant demonic tones.Far off into the lands of "Hell",one must accompany the daem.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Myninja213/1198193/ H.P LovecraftAt the madness he gradually laughs,The pits of Hell he'd love to stay,Never again will he live a foolish day."Hell"The hounds of hell, shriek out and hail."Under-World Please Stay"The Daemons hath lay,Within the realm of full gray,For madness they stayed."Skies"I have imagined the great.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Myninja213/1194818/ A Greek Mythology Tale. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Myninja213/1193675/ The poem was based on death and the beauty of what the under-world could be based off. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Myninja213/1193613/ I saw the mist roll upon the docks yonder and to head above the pier's intercourse. Many feared the month of the mist but me and a few other rivals. My apprehension of the mist was simply attaining realization that there is no wrong doing nor abrogating entity against the mist which as of I can dete.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Myninja213/1182176/ The man within my inner soul can kill a man completely, to annihilate of his supreme beatitude. Mostly mentally I can rid of that man, the man that I kill cannot pause my doings, all that I, only could I pause myself. Black roses present my pride, the ravens enjoy the voices and direful poems I rema.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Myninja213/1176422/ Time after time, the door that I once knew, now remains to me as a crazed room, no more of tranquil music boxes of Victorian craft instead the wallpaper ceasing to hold upon its elder wall. All the toys now remain in an ancient tomb, a splintery wooden crate where not even the most agrarian being co.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Myninja213/1146110/ This is a short story by me. Of course the ending seems to be a tad horrible, but I enjoy the rest sincerely. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Myninja213/1130349/