http://slow.writerscafe.org/Baboo25 The original writings of author B.k. en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776399287 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A very short story i have been working on http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Baboo25/370295/ A very short story i was working on...not perfect but I am still working on it http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Baboo25/300564/ Some random writing I ddi a while back. Kinda short and vague, but they can't all be good... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Baboo25/214390/  He gripped the door knob and he felt the beads of sweat cover the cold brass. He knew he wasn’t supposed to be here, he shouldn’t be here, but for some reason he was there.Her voice, filled with a sense of urgency, a longing, a passion he had wished for, yet had never hear.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Baboo25/213902/ Just a little poem I wrote for a girl that i wanted to like me...guess it didn't work http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Baboo25/213898/  But, you’re my friend she said pulling away,her hand still caressing my neck,Her tender touches never pierced so deep as they do tonight,Burning, cooling, wounding, healingShe went on to speak of many things as we danced,Of our shared ghosts our lost and forbidden futures.&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Baboo25/213890/  She is amazing,I have loved her for so longAll she sees is friend But tonight is rightShe has to know how I feelFor myself, just once I, dressed to a “T”She, beautiful as alwaysI just have to speak We talk like we doMy words fall from me a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Baboo25/213886/ An ode to A.S. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Baboo25/213883/  “Do you hate me?” She asked in that way that made it impossible to tell her the truth. I would normally say”Of course not, why would I” once again succumbing to the seduction of deception, but today my answer was… “Yes”. For the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Baboo25/213487/   She walked in amidst a forest of people, she could barely be seen through the glimpses of space that are made by the crowd, yet I know she is there. The undulating masses grant me flashes of her brilliance, as she moves with a quiet grace, like the sun peeking through grey skies.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Baboo25/213481/  “You are the whitest Black man, I know” she said with a sly grin as if it was some sort of compliment that I was to respond with a “oh thank, you so much for acknowledging my lack of heritage and my Gap Khaki pants. You are so wise in the area of racial identity and I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Baboo25/213477/