http://slow.writerscafe.org/Elizabeth%20L. The original writings of author Elizabeth L. en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776065891 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15  Cowardice, hearing screams, thenthe slap of a hand on flesh,Pushed open the door to the red placeWhere all the soft, slimy things throbbedin unison with the haphazard beat. He took his seat in the watchtower,gazing out upon a touchable world.The chair had once belonged t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elizabeth-L./226318/  Little floating globuleswith frail, stinging tentacles,aimless, in the Mexican gulf, Nearly invisiblesave the stripes of brown,or the pale pink hue, they materializein sandy blue-green waters, Thrusting forward, blind,underfoot beachgoers like me;I do not see .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elizabeth-L./226314/  “Hello. My name is Jonathan Samuel and I’ll be helping you out today.” A cheery man of about forty approached him with his hand out as he walked up the few steps to the glass doors of the dealership. “What are you looking for Mister…?”“Brown,&rdqu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elizabeth-L./226313/  En route to our vacation,we rubberneck past the carnage.Lying crippled in a ditch, backdoors flung open, bloody packages spilling out, is a monstrous eighteen wheeler.                  &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elizabeth-L./226312/  Even as a small child I would sit at my window and look at all of the neighbors parading daily on the blindingly white sidewalks. My neighborhood was rich with activity. Sounds from outside sidled into my room on breezes passing through my open window; cries of happiness, mostly. Cheerful wo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elizabeth-L./226308/ An old story of mine. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elizabeth-L./118627/