http://slow.writerscafe.org/Que The original writings of author Que en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776046030 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Late summer air encloses her souland the ground beneath her nakednessyields to her touch, soft with recent rain.The cliff reaches above the canopy,her climb is perilous but she is light,one with life as it whispers in her ear.Echoed across the plateau, her heart beats.She runs through .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Que/484627/  S**t has hit the fanand I can’t turn the damn thingOff, with my faulty headI’m throwing away my sorry state ofBeing, lost in my own mindwhere it swirls like aHurricane, threatening to overtake my weakeningComposure, is tilting over the edgeand the view is just so.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Que/473625/ I had been walking in the woods, ended up at the top of a "mountain" and I saw a man gazing at a woman. I assumed he didn't know her, they left seperately and never exchanged a word. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Que/473622/ Moonlight dances with the breezethat glitters in the frigid spacesbetween those few ancient treeswho have survived in a frozen land.A ghost passes between the great trunksas silent as the nocturnal dancethat is seen in the fog of her breath,gliding though the ocean of snow,patient .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Que/472692/ Visions in puddles of gasolineare veiled with foggy colorssent to swirling by dead junebugs,an outstretched wing as a sail,never to send itself full throttleinto unforgiving walls of pain.Visions in puddles of gasolineremain veiled by foggy colors,pretending to be a beautiful future... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Que/472687/  Be cool,cry naughtBe cool,show no loveBe cool,stand far offBe cool,die alone http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Que/472089/  Sleep little beautydream precious dreamsWake little beautywipe sand from your eyesLaugh little beautyeverything will be fineCry little beautyand let the salt dryPlay little beautymemories will soothe youLove little beautyand keep your heart close http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Que/472085/  Watercolor crowssoar high abovein the acrylic skies.Crosshatched frogsswell their throatsin photographed ponds.Smudged by the coal of man,Nature’s an artistic talentpainted over with oil. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Que/472078/ My first attempt at rhyming on purpose http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Que/472073/  I am the white doveSent to purify tarnished soulsI am the black crowSent to bring a message of deathI am the wolfSent to walk with you in loyaltyI am the tigerSent to stand above with majestyI am DestinyDetermining your pathI am FateCutting your cord of lifeI amWhat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Que/471469/  I walked the worldinside the skin of a beastlost in the wildernessof a mind made of mountains.Peaks reached high like frozen fingersand the roots dug into my spinelike the thorns of cold love.The skin around my soulwas thick with winter furand bristling when amidst prey.I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Que/471468/  Trust is a strange thingfor a human to have. True. Not because it isn’t expected. It is. But because it’s so unnatural. If you’re sure. A person’s purpose is to survive,maybe to add a generation too. Y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Que/471465/  In a lifetime passedthere was a love for me,the purest sort I was sure,but the folly of his mentalityspun me through the Hell of hellsand left me alone,and left him alone,forever burdened by the purest sort.In a lifetime passedthere was love for you,the truest sort you .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Que/471464/  Those with souls untainted and cleanare to shun the polluted Dead. Should their blackened fangs reach the wholesomelet them be filed away to nubs,joining them in dark oblivion. Let these modern beingsbe tossed into the Sun and burned away.Their souls to ever writh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Que/356497/  The emptiness is suffocating,And the loneliness frightens me.You’re not here to fill the voidOr to scare my nightmares away. You’ve become a memorytaking form in my mindto taunt me in my solitudeas this ghost I can’t touch. The ghost lying besi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Que/353839/ I dearly hope you don't imagine a vampire such as Lestat or Dracula by reading this. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Que/352776/  8Max came in Spinner’s study to find Gwendolyn bending over the map that had been on the wall in the Guard’s Headquarters but was now on a table. He had to admit to himself that despite her scar and annoying attitude, Gwendolyn wasn’t all that unattractive, even though sh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Que/349945/ This is a short story...I guess. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Que/349584/ This is a short story...kind of. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Que/349580/  Chapter One “My little Niente, wake from your slumber,” a musical voice called from what seemed worlds away. The soft touch of delicate fingertips upon her brow caused her eyes to flutter open only to quickly close, shunning the dazzling light.“Rise, child. You&r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Que/349576/  Introduction Horses nickered in the midst of a rising sun as an infant cried out in a home nearby. The smell of blood and death hung over the clearing in which a young woman walked slowly towards her brother’s scream, not believing her senses. After many days of hunting, she.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Que/349574/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Que/349572/  IntroductionShe knew not the thought of treachery or war; the world was at peace and she was free to tend her garden humming softly to herself and the birds that sung with her. When a woman bounded into her garden on the back of a sacred deer bathedin an aura of moon light Pandora knew.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Que/349569/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Que/349568/  7AAlthough Rosalyn had left the spiritual world and returned to her physical body fragments of her ecstatic fling with a clean soul still lingered with her as she woke under Neil’s gaze. A smile spread not only over Rosalyn’s mouth but through her whole being only hinting at he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Que/349567/  6In the market the narrow street was crowded to near bursting and having a group of three in the center of it all, unmoving as they were, was only causing more pushing and impolite remarks.The sole woman of the group stiffened as the two men stared, dumb struck. If she had known she woul.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Que/349566/  5Except being followed by a group of guards specially selected to lurk in his shadow Max had been free to roam as he pleased outside of the castle he had dwelled in for thirteen years with the High Mage and various others significant to the kingdom’s and castle’s upkeep.After.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Que/349562/  4ANeil had left Rosalyn in a small clearing so he could scout out a good path through the thick foliage. He had not gotten far when he heard a scream much like a woman’s from the way he had come and without any sort of command Black Moon reared up and turned, quickly dashing through .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Que/349561/  3As the High Mage watched the duo ride away on their new horses he chuckled as the horse dealer fell.“My Lord, you shouldn’t do that, “Cubor whirled around when he heard the voice of his man servant.“How many times must I tell you Alidore? Do not do that. Next t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Que/349560/  2Neil and Rosalyn lived together a month before the High Mage’s men began getting too close. Rosalyn had no fear that her family was worried or were looking for her, they would know that the High Mage had called her and would know to grieve for their lost daughter. But she did fear h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Que/349557/  1Silent in the night a lone figure with long, blonde and curly hair stumbled through the forest. Despite the cool night air she wore only a thin nightgown as fear and confusion rushed through her veins pushing her further and further into a world where she didn’t belong. She continue.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Que/349555/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Que/349553/ Remember what a rose means. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Que/284154/ A memory of mine,your face so fine. Like a fairy in the forest,time with you is rare indeed. I shed a tear in loss,when you hide away. With each of your comings,night life is lit by song. As sure as the stars shine,you're .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Que/284150/  Singing rain falls to the roof topsCome on little bug, make it upTimes are hard, yeah they areBut life can't be worseThan living without a hopeAnd even a smile too Singing rain falls on the roof topsCome on child, make it upThe rain making you so downWill bec.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Que/284147/  I open myselffor the world to see.They all gaspat the sites they view.My past is my pastand my future is yet unknown. I don’t tell the worldto vent or to rant.I tell the worldso they aren’t ignorant. Ignorant of pain.Of pain the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Que/284144/ Losing all meaningCan't run any morePast is catching up Going to fall apartGotta keep looking strongGotta keep http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Que/284142/  This is the story of a boyHe didn’t grow up fighting dragonsJust writing books about knights This is the story of a boyHe just played footballAnd looked at girls in the magazines all night This is the story of a boyWho was just like the rest on the outside.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Que/284141/ No one listens to the words of a kidWe’re all expected to roll over for someone olderExpected to see ourselves omniscient Well let me tell you a little somethingWe aren’t all that slowAnd we aren’t all that brightGive us a chance to prove ourselves and we’l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Que/284137/ Strip my mind to nothingThen clothe them again with youEmotions and thoughts so alienYour skin is what I wear I try to live by my willBut my will is hushed by yoursI want to live my lifeThe way I’ve always dreamed I feel all pushed aroundAnd yet,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Que/284135/ If only the world wasn’t such a disgusting placethere wouldn’t be feared townsthere wouldn’t be dead childrenthere wouldn’t be povertythere wouldn’t beIf only heart ache was a thing of the pastthere wouldn’t be suicidethere wouldn’t be divorc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Que/284134/ Take your chancesAnd just carry onToday can be the bestThe best that you can make itYou may as well make it‘cause I see trouble on the way Take your chancesAnd make your dreams into large onesIf they fall to the groundPick them up and take another goYou may as well m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Que/255992/ Deep within the forest,the elven choir sings,as dryad men attemptto save their precious trees.Birds perch on thick branches,twittering their sweet song.  Man comes into vision,along with many frights.The elven choir waits,for their forests return.The dryads fall to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Que/203118/ One always needs a believerOne always needs to believeOne must find a beliefOr one shall fall too low  One always needs a loveOne always needs to be lovedOne must find a loveOr one shall fall too low  One always needs a friendOne always needs to be a fri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Que/203113/