http://slow.writerscafe.org/BumbleDrop The original writings of author Bumble en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776002385 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Lydia, a small town in Louisiana,is best known for its quietness and crawfish, but what I am about to tell youis not a happy story. It is a story forgotten by most but remembered by the fewwho listened in to their grandparent’s conversations. Some facts are true butmost are false. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BumbleDrop/1459455/ R.I.P Robin Williams http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BumbleDrop/1397431/ Chiave is a 22 year old college student just trying to finish her senior year when whispers and visions start to haunt her. She begins to feel like these visions are more then hallucinations. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BumbleDrop/1388508/ The flow of words,The strumming of the guitar,Simple keys on the piano. A step to the right,A step to the left,The sway of my hips. The current of my arms,Closed eyes and open ears,Time slows down. I am lost,Lost in the divine,My.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BumbleDrop/1105211/ I stood in the vast room, like every night, talking to my fellow friends. We laughed and chattered about life, anime, and what not. Then I heard him, his deep voice, and I looked up. I was drawn back at this; he was just a boy, merely 15.  My eyes shifted from his face and down his body, taken .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BumbleDrop/1093203/ I sit here, staringat the blank page.I wonder where the words have gone.I think I know what I want to write.Yet I fail to type what is needed. One word can start a story.Like the day we met.It was a complicated love.And now we are at the block. We .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BumbleDrop/1088890/ When the sun fallsAnd the stars arriveThere are these thingsThat stir in me.My mind digs inThe darkest holes.Trying to createThis Hades.When will these horrorsEver end?When will the sunrise up again?My heart is slowlySinking in.I am finally becoming,Him. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BumbleDrop/1044755/ A long time ago,Beneath an old oak tree.Cara lay there,Dreaming of becoming famous.Even dreams can become nightmares.Feelings overbearing her in the big city.Going nowhere it seems.  Hell is right at her heels.If only she could get a break,Just one break... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BumbleDrop/1043029/ I don't want to do this.My eyes are heavyand my body is limp.I can't do this.My eyes are shuttingand my body slumps.Slumber, slumber.My body craves it,But I must stay up. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BumbleDrop/1042196/ Edgar Allen Poe. A puppet to tragedy.Crimson and gold words. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BumbleDrop/1041933/ A dark room.Behind a door.Calling for anyone.Death is near.Even with a strong soul.Fear lingers.Gruesome images fill her sweet mind.Hell is almost over.Ignoring the screams.Jougs tightly restraining her to stay still.Kirtle lay on her bare legs.Lights on.Men with beards and tattoos walk in.No one ma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BumbleDrop/1041756/ Precious little girl,Dancing and twirling to life,Forever be young. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BumbleDrop/1041024/ "I love the life you've always made so sweet for me and I'd regret it if I had to die." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BumbleDrop/1040051/ Time is ticking fast, And all we have to show is this.A rusty dream,A broken stone.What happen to the stronghold?Where did the good people go?We have become in debt to our sins.We now serve Death.We are doomed,No hope,Unless we step up.One person at a time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BumbleDrop/1039627/ Red, yellow, brown leaves under my feet.Hop to another one, crunch.The sound makes me giggle.Cold wind upon my face.Hoodie up, sleeves down.My soul shivers with delight.Hot coco, warm coffee.Hands wrapped around the mug.Warmth spreads like fire through my veins. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BumbleDrop/1034360/ “I want you to love me. I want you to trust me enough to let me love you, and I want you to stay here with me so we can build a life together. That's what I want” ― Francine Rivers, Redeeming Love A creature so smallTo be sold a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BumbleDrop/1033417/   Conflicted is my soul,Do I take the path to my left?Or do I take the path to my right?Time does not slow down for me,I am no one special,But I watch it flow to its next destination.I cannot see the outcome of my choices.I stand here and only hope,But is hope enough?I am afraid.My own min.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BumbleDrop/1030298/ Written about a friend of mine, who at the time was struggling to accept who she was. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BumbleDrop/1030199/