http://slow.writerscafe.org/demhunter779 The original writings of author Kyle A. Smith en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776009838 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 anger for a friend lost http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/demhunter779/266923/ GUHH http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/demhunter779/263433/  Presence  From my mind I cast out to thee,A banishment, a proposal, a decree. From the Mounts pass,A burden, a call, a venture,To witness and surpass. All the creatures’ clawWith fright and appealThere she stood so beautifulAnd all I did, I ever s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/demhunter779/262721/ 12             The same feeling as before came into view. This time I didn’t have the ‘comfort’ of sleep to quiet most of it. Excruciating pain followed the whole night. My soul tore itself into shreds, and my prisoner.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/demhunter779/260704/ 11 The Four For the first time on this Quest, I felt scared. But not for the enemies that lay in front of me. I just knew that I was almost done; almost there. Only six more left…and then, the Artifact, and I will control Life. I was scared to advance, and that’s all. “.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/demhunter779/260703/ 10 Free and Nice I needed to do this, I kept telling myself, to avenge my Father, to avenge my Brother, to avenge my City, to avenge my Chosen, and most of all, my dear lady Serine—the only thing worth having, my love. I thought about her. I thought about how much her love would heal .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/demhunter779/260701/ 9 My Nine “Sir Aiden, wake up Sir Aiden.”I awoke and rolled my eyes about, surveying the land. “I’m becoming a monster” I said through clenched teeth and balled up fists.It was if I did not sleep at all. I felt more exhausted now than ever. Seven new voices.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/demhunter779/260700/ LAMEEE, did in about five to ten mins for my teachers freewrite thing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/demhunter779/259411/ i did this in two days for my creative writing class its about 9000 words 8818 actually lol http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/demhunter779/256667/ Sometimes, by the stroll. It captivates collections,Forcing to fly, even I.By the side wayward,And to leave away;Pricking, but not hurting,Causing the trickleAnd becoming dust.Enduring, my dear, impact,Throughout knows of beauty.Resulting from courseTo recycle and rebirt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/demhunter779/247850/  There is no god. But I can't wait for hell.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/demhunter779/247844/  Pilgrimage Sometimes a vision passes me by and I won’t see what comes next. I miss the interval and I am stuck, maybe chained. The discernment with reality, the electrodes are at its mass from ignoring. Yet, because I walk this ground with earth and beauty. Do I truly live? Or.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/demhunter779/247476/ Kiss Me Desolate throughoutWith the solemn walls shaking.Crumbling is the roof,And the back doorBreaking. A lonely metal of gray’s,Crafted as an extension source.Thinking of the ways to tormentThe mind and the soulTo grant such a course. The most brou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/demhunter779/244335/ Wrote in about uh...4-6 hours...for my stupid writing class that i took online >:| its really dumb. eh. artist picture not my own, but i did recreate it. :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/demhunter779/235660/ (Spiral.) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/demhunter779/235200/ (On, Memory) (It’s funny how easily one plucks all of the memory ever created from the air.) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/demhunter779/235199/ On, Ending It takes only two to fall in love. A certain happening as two star-crossed lovers intertwined and make a child. Tis a cause of war and corporation; oh how greedy. The child’s name Idea, and nationality? But of course! An angel and a demon combined most surely is called huma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/demhunter779/235198/ On, War There are only a select few who see the end of it. Yet it happens so willingly and carelessly. Love and hate crackle even when death lingers with his scythe to take the ones dying. Destruction meets in the middle as countless are slaughtered and even the innocent…why should t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/demhunter779/235196/ On, Corporations Stated amongst the last quatrain was a statement presenting the idea of different groups inside of the two groups itself. This is most dearly important to their ways of now as they just started this newly afresh. Corporation; a business dealing with certain ideas and sellin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/demhunter779/235194/ (On, Self) (The self is most important, and a single foe. To give it up begins a never-ending act of unconscious selflessness. When one looks at each dynamic of the person, one begins to find the qualities of groups. Too broad were the fractions we see as a result. Not one cares for the oth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/demhunter779/235192/ On, Creation and Government The institutions that each held were created throughout the years of solitude. As the years passed, new adaptations were made to each of their respective personal constitutions. They became more prosperous, and it was good. The angels were fearful of their god(s).. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/demhunter779/235188/ On, Emotion The two kinds of creatures began having some thought that did not embrace a higher authority right alongside the start of their existence. They knew that devotion was special and needed an utmost attention. This was the start of time and they went through many trials to rid them.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/demhunter779/235187/ (On, Contradiction) (This is the part where I shall write so the bestial animals cannot hear my speech. How many types of different people comprised each army? How many of them switch sides every minute? Every hour? Every day? Month? Year? This truly is a duality that cannot surpass the bro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/demhunter779/235184/ On, Botany  Ever since the great division millennia ago, the landscape has been always changing. Day by day; a flower would grow only to wither and die. Day by day; trees would reach to the sky from seeds only to rot and hollow out. Day by day; the grass would grow within rain only to be bl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/demhunter779/235182/ On, Religion There will always be two factions. Exactly two, and that is what I have said before and my word is always good. Yet the words, the good, the bad, the angelic, and the demonic…are more than defining traits. I have visited both legions secretly and have seen and characteri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/demhunter779/235176/ On, Beginnings Let me begin by justifying my stance on the matter. Myself is all, and all is becoming myself. But, to two categories are the next organized; duality of the church, and my humble abode. Dumping of just simple notions with the good, and the bad; two tides, two factions, a war .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/demhunter779/235173/ Supposed to be an satirical essay for my English class...idk http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/demhunter779/235168/ :) I'm seriously a happy person ;) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/demhunter779/227142/  8 Epic Overtones They all were there; all seven around the encampment.None of them seemed to notice though as I walked right in. None made eye contact or a change in posture. Not one even looked up.All had a color, (since I had time to observe) a yellow, a green, and a red; and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/demhunter779/215242/  7 Remaining Seven I awoke the same feeling as before; living another life through the dreams of sleep. As if I went through a vast library of memory in hour’s time. I felt exhausted and more vulnerable, but still not scared; perhaps filled with a more relishing power. I hear.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/demhunter779/215241/  6 Four After waking, the spirit inside let me in on the secret of telling time here. It was a lot like having a friend on a friendless journey. My thoughts were his domain, and I too, seen his books as well. Sadly he had no knowledge of his name before the one given to him by the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/demhunter779/215240/  5 Guardian  Something had to have happened to me during the battle. When I slept that night (well I thought it was night), I slept restlessly with Dreams of the attacker and dreams of the City; memories that were not my own.  Yet I could see, so vividly in my sleep.  &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/demhunter779/215239/  4 To the Edge             “Brother!” I unsheathed the sword with a blinding and fierce wave of the wrist. Sparking with the same intense heat of a brothel in mid-day, Aiden swung and missed. He still could not make o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/demhunter779/215233/  3 Leaving Sun It’s been two days, two whole days. Not one thing, one monument, not one soul have I seen thus. I felt no fatigue, not type of physical weakness. Still I felt vulnerable, still I felt defenseless. This land has become…mutated. Maybe even evil. Gnarled tr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/demhunter779/215231/  2 Choices              I walked home, but didn’t get there before my soon to be wife. Lady Serine was already weeping when I opened the door. Her beauty, even in sadness, lit my heart ablaze. I knew I had to console her&he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/demhunter779/212409/ Wrote the first day I got the assignment. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/demhunter779/212403/ I did this after I wrote the rest of my story... So its kinda sketchy =/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/demhunter779/212398/ Did this for my Honors English 12 class at school... time-frame: 3 weeks to a month THERE NEEDS TO BE A LOT OF REVISING. IF THERE IS ANYTHING YOU SEE WRONG WITH THE WAY I WROTE OR WHAT IS WRITTEN, PLEASE SEND ME A MESSAGE, COMMENT, WHO CARES. JUST http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/demhunter779/212394/  Some old ones produce the lick and punAnd get away with such today.Yet even older ones know ofEgotism and pride.The oldest,Know not of corruption.Yet my friends take no heedOf such ancient thought and lore. (attack attack attack) (believe believe believe) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/demhunter779/212005/  Thunder Missile Needle-gainNeedle-spikeWith this armI shall strikeNeedle-throatNeedle-pierceI laugh but you,Too, know how fierceNeedle-enterNeedle-bloodDrip to the floorAnd watch it floodNeedle-corruptNeedle-killThe roomWatches soul fillNeedle-shiver.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/demhunter779/207276/  Claws “I’d rather be a monster then a beast” she said, “to snarl is not howl, and bite better then fight.”Staring off but now looking deep in his eyes.“But it’s when I am neither is when I become love, the angel, and so adoring.”.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/demhunter779/201326/ How I feel 100% at times. lol I talk to myself =/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/demhunter779/201170/  Great The fact of the matter isThat I fucked up;Literally, and figuratively.An excuse to all,And a memory to none.The breaker and once always;The broken.In essence, a tear is my will.And my blood,And beat,The signature.Stomach to well up,Dry and shut.What t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/demhunter779/191774/  Childish They All Knew They All Knew They All Knew They All Knew They All Knew They All Knew They All Knew They All Knew They All Knew They All Knew They All Knew They All Knew They All Knew They All Knew They All Knew They All Knew They All Knew They All Knew They All Knew They All.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/demhunter779/158442/ Blood Drip One Countless legions for this world, and the next; we only pale in comparison, but I, only one solider.  Dimensions of the psyche lie awake to protect. Shards of screams and splinter fill ears. I'll stay up, never to fall asleep again to my family. Rebounding through my m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/demhunter779/135346/  He’s So Fake And for what!The price of one soul,In exchange for another?I fail to see your logic.To see your sight.I wish I never chose a path.But how can one blaze his own trial,When he regrets?This is where the levels come.The splits.In a persona of the o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/demhunter779/106506/ In Space, No One Can Hear You Scream I tried to grasp all of space, entirely. I past planets. Galaxies. Countless stars. My brain could see nothing more beautiful. Taking it all in. I had seen the universe. I started to cry. I mean, how could one fathom like this? I wanted.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/demhunter779/102414/     To: The Liars of Truth And all the things I said I'm not sorry for… I think I lied. Maybe I would take back the things I said. The things I did. My state of mind was not right. Not reserved. My life is a lie. Or so I think. Full of contradictio.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/demhunter779/99454/  Dream Harvest We are the sleepers, the dreamers, the fewHarvesting your thoughts before the first dewWe come out at night, so we can preyThis needs to be quick, for the rising dayOur ranks increase ever hour, (just a follower)We need this to live, you can be the callerTr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/demhunter779/97793/  Hold Diamonds to the Sun The piercing emerald sun seems to be shining brighter day after day.Almost as if, from my dreamsIts soft, green glow washes over and completes the scars.But this is the way it was,This is the way it will always be.I guess maybe I had just accepted.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/demhunter779/95941/