http://slow.writerscafe.org/smshontz The original writings of author Sarah Stearns en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1779156220 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Temptatious is shewho drives a red dress,with pumps for hewho has a hard desk. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smshontz/1074647/ My heart beats with a rhythm. Back... and forth... between... realities.Powerful as stone, but light as dust. Standing here... life... pulsates... inside.My creator, am I Your intricate masterpiece? Do You... know... this beating... heart?With what dust do You craft Your beings, who slowly... slowly.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smshontz/1072351/ Where is this path,where emotion and wordsso easily cross,that other authors treadso carefully?Le Mot Juste.Does it even exist?Who is to judgeand pick our words? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smshontz/1053741/ My looking glassyour water glassmy bouncy ballyour disco ballmy pretty skirtyour skimpy skirtmy tasty treatyour bulimic treatmy water glassyour looking glass. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smshontz/1053551/ Have you ever heardthe deep, the dreamand vibrations of her voice?Felt the smooth slippingof your fingersdown her spine?Seen her skin,a thousand years old,tattered and scaredwith practice and dancebut glistening evermorewith youthful spirit?Her notes smell ofold Vivaldi's handand resonate for allto .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smshontz/1049899/ My lonely heart that yearns. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smshontz/1040701/ When I was little, I thought winter was afraid of bees, and he scared them away with storms. Here's my rendition of the event in simple terms. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smshontz/1037523/ The pits and pats on metal tincan make wavy images blend.And although it may be a sin,it seems the drops will never end. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smshontz/1037517/ I once dreamt of falling off a building.I felt like a balloon losing its air.The type of balloon everyone watches sinkslowlyto its death.The one children no longer want to play with.The one completely forgotten until its all wastedaway.That was me - slowly falling - countingthe windowsas I passed.An.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smshontz/1037516/ I saw a spider with five legs today.He was limping cross the walk.Some injury must have caught his way,while crawling to his rock.I had the urge to squish it,to end its ugly life,but its misery took a hit,by its struggling, wobbly, strife.My heart did step a side that day,to walk and leave it be.Tha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smshontz/1035997/ My favorite haiku creation. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smshontz/1025136/ Her sweet breath rolls to sand in Mayand carries over the dancer’s swayof hips and feet to PA’s stripwhere Her water flows and slowly dips. Oh her moves and her flashy eyes,color my evening with her dyes.her falling steps.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smshontz/1025134/ Wanted to write a riddle, and this is what I got. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smshontz/1025132/ I’d say the snow was bitter,rotten to its hard,coldand disastrous core,but I’d be wrong. It’s more of a silent fragrance,one that is too pure to smell.It falls with grace anddriftssoftly,and complete.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smshontz/1025129/ This short story is in it's first draft stage. I wrote this as a contest with a friend. We were given a beginning and an end to a story, and we were to fill in the middle. It's meant to be silly. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smshontz/1024895/ I wanted to try a "Jabberywocky" poem of my own. So here's my attempt. Enjoy! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smshontz/1024885/