http://slow.writerscafe.org/itstito The original writings of author Arnab en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776224538 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 When I play, the sound gets through like an angry scream of hate,the strings they move with life bestowed amidst my broken state,the mind does not think me through but the music in my heart,can move me to do the things I can or couldn't have enough of.And the birds they fly towards my sou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/itstito/264580/ there is a house up aheadand i want to have a drink of waterand then i will have to beon my way again, with no more waterfor a week. i must drink till i dropand i wonder if i'm welcome.the others who've walked with me,and given up and gone home,or died, told of this house,with a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/itstito/236827/ Chapter 2: The KingAnd very far away, a king was restless too. The kind of restlessness that comes from knowing trouble brewing someplace very near at hand, yet feeling completely helpless about it. Calling him a king would be wrong. He was one with his people, as high or as low as each and every .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/itstito/205231/ A short novel I'm working on for fun. The story's getting along as I write. Hope you like it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/itstito/205223/