http://slow.writerscafe.org/VivaciousAnoesis The original writings of author Wyatt Rose Hack en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776038565 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 .:Echoes:. Identity: Kestrel Falconer I have spent countless nights with Evanthe in my arms. Most nights she falls asleep in either I or Rook's grasp, her tiny, pale, marked hands unshakingly gripping to our shoulders as she slumps against our chest. Evi has an arcane third stage of consciousness t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VivaciousAnoesis/1013614/ .:Searching;. Identity: Beta X2 Date: March 30th, 2022 "Beta." He is sitting there, high and mighty as always, gazing on above me. You could at least look at me, you pretentious exhibitionist. As soon as I thought it, I knew I shouldn't have. But if he noticed, he didn't say anything; the only clue.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VivaciousAnoesis/1013598/ .:Arrow:. Identity: Rook Shaw Date: April 2nd, 2022 As soon as I walk in the front door, Evi runs up, crashing into my legs, her little arms immediately around my waist. "Papa," She jubilantly cries as she looks up at me, her bright pink eyes wide, her curls springing around her small pale face. "H.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VivaciousAnoesis/1013591/ .:Love:. Identity: Kestrel Falconer I was seventeen when I first met Rook. Five months prior to this meeting, my father had unexpectedly opened the door of my bedroom and announced, "We're getting you a job." Communication between me and my father was rare, nearly unheard of, to the degree that I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VivaciousAnoesis/1013576/ .:Employment:. Identity: Kestrel Falconer Date: March 20th, 2022 My eyes closed, lying on my side. In my mind are the last swimming wisps of a dream, clinging to unconsciousness, fading away like lingering smoke. They disappear completely when the weight shifts on the bed and my conscious mind take.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VivaciousAnoesis/1013565/ .:Asylum:. Identity: Troy Royall Date: January 2nd, 2012 She is sitting straight-backed on a couch when I enter. The building smells of stale antiseptics. The walls are all white. She doesn't make any reaction to me. Her eyes are staring ahead at nothing. Deep green. Blank. I lean in close to her, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VivaciousAnoesis/1013559/ .:Fifth:. Identity: Beta X2 Date: September 4th, 2018 The air is on my skin. I can tell it's cold, but that means nothing to me. And of all the extreme forces, it's heat that I dislike the most. I feel rather at home in the cold. The post that I'm standing on is metal. Part of the destroyed barrie.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VivaciousAnoesis/1013555/ .:Sleep:. Identity: Kestrel Falconer Date: March 14th, 2022 It's not yet dark when Rook gets home. Early evening, around four usually. When he comes through the door, Evi and Arrow are both sitting in the living room, lounging in the half-light of the lamps around the room. Arrow is working on a p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VivaciousAnoesis/1013542/ .:Hidden:. Identity: Kestrel Falconer Date: March 14th, 2022 Early morning, sunshine through the windows. The tiny specks of dust in the air float through the light. I blink up at the ceiling, breathing in deeply, following a long crack in the plaster with my gaze. I hear the whisper of her hands b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VivaciousAnoesis/1013539/ The first chapter/prologue of Alpha's Puzzle. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VivaciousAnoesis/1013062/ This is something I'm working on set in 2022, and I wouldn't exactly call it "science-fiction", but there are some elements. There's a lot about genetic engineering and scientific ethics. Enjoy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VivaciousAnoesis/1013050/